<?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-1326773453071672165</id><updated>2012-02-06T19:43:52.017+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-5234196099063761936</id><published>2007-01-26T15:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:14:38.695+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things You Dont Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I’ve been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.dudettesblog.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;… I know it’s a bit late (actually no TOO late) but I’ve been so busy at work that I didn’t have time to even think of those 5 things…&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. here were go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love taking pictures of myself.. I just have to take my camera with me anywhere I go… I jump to any group of people taking a picture to include me with them… and btw… im photogenic too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Im a very lazy person… when im sitting in the sitting room and want to tell my sister (who’s in the bedroom) something… I’d rather call her on the cellphone than getting up and moving to where she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love singing… though all the people around me say my voice is ugly!! But I just love to sing.. I remember once I was singing at a karaoke night… and the DJ (il7akeer) just turned off the mic… seems my voice was really bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Im a messy person.. if I didn’t share my bedroom with my sister… I would have been choosing my clothes from the chair in the corner of my room rather than from the closet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I rarely cry in front of people… and if I did… this means im really hurt… so be cautious people ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-5234196099063761936?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5234196099063761936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=5234196099063761936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5234196099063761936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5234196099063761936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2007/01/5-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='5 Things You Dont Know About Me'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-6873563048811111412</id><published>2007-01-22T23:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:42:04.618+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Songs</title><content type='html'>Each old song I listen to reminds me of something… either a person or an event… my mind just links it to the past… filled with a specific picture… that either makes me smile or depressed… but most of the time depressed… not because the event is depressing… but because I miss the days it reminds me of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye My lover - James Blunt… reminds me of so many things… my favorite to listen to whenever im depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayyal – Amr Diab… Karioke Night at champions with damdoom and amroush!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing – Aerosmith… Grade 10 IGCSE finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Heya 3amlah eih Delwa2t – Amr Diab… Summer of 1999… Nadi il seyyarat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed - Lonestar… Mayzo!! This was her favorite song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahran – Hani Omari… Dandoon (my sis)… On the way to Nablus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels – Robbie Williams… Writing the TOK essay for the IB finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghla El Nas – Amr Diab… Egypt at the end of 2005 (The CD was newly issued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Without You – 3 Doors Down… each morning in the car on my way to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobbaj Waja3 – Elissa… My favorite.. Reminds me of EFB with malak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reason - Hoobastank.. my first audit job at NBK… I used to listen to it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nassini il Donya – Ragheb Alameh.. SOP Camp in 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful – Rihanna… Hamoudeh (my brother)… Its his favorite song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twassa Feyye – Yara… Summer of 2005… depressed in the car and listening to it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be… Edwin McCain… Ramadan… don’t ask me why!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-6873563048811111412?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6873563048811111412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=6873563048811111412' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6873563048811111412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6873563048811111412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-songs.html' title='Old Songs'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-5587884004059719415</id><published>2007-01-16T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:07:33.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Auditor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Those two weeks have been so hectic… work and work and work… nothing more actually...&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm an auditor… our work season starts now… we have to audit 2006’s financial statements for banks, telecommunication companies, insurance companies… etc…&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I'm not annoyed about working under so much pressure… I have no problem with leaving each day (including weekends) at 9 pm and having no social life (since this is temporary!) but what I have a problem with… is that after all what u do… u don’t get enough appreciation… I work so hard… I put so much effort… I try my best in all areas and aspects… and when I ask my supervisor to revise my work… he’ll just say: tayeb… why do u make such a big deal out of it…&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine… no problem with me.. I will not make any big deal out of it… but when the manager calls me later on… and wants me to close some review notes… when I'm already assigned to another job…what am I supposed to do?? from where am I supposed to get time… I don’t know do they think we are robots or what!!!&lt;br /&gt;And what makes it even worse… is when u get welcomed by a client by saying: “m3 i7tirami il shaded ilik… bas hay awal marra btiji modagiga tdageg 3alay”… SO???&lt;br /&gt;But actually sometimes being an auditor gives you a high self esteem in front of others… I remember once telling a person that I'm an auditor… his reaction was: “3ala rasi min fog sitti”… hehe I just felt like telling him: “ahk law te3raf il 7a2ee2a il morra” ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-5587884004059719415?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5587884004059719415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=5587884004059719415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5587884004059719415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5587884004059719415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-auditor.html' title='Being an Auditor'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-3823077866508130767</id><published>2006-12-30T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T09:37:44.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover Charge!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I just need to go out someplace and have a coffee with my friend… is it some big deal?? I don’t feel it is… why is it that most of the places in amman (I mean cafes not restaurants) require a min. or cover charge of minimum 10 JDs… tb what if I don’t want to eat??? Do they have to force me to??&lt;br /&gt;And by the way… 10 JDs do have a value for me, in case they don’t for others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-3823077866508130767?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3823077866508130767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=3823077866508130767' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/3823077866508130767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/3823077866508130767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/cover-charge.html' title='Cover Charge!!!'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-2400685361652187435</id><published>2006-12-24T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:43:53.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Laws Of Ownership</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;1. If I like it, it is mine&lt;br /&gt;2. If it's in my hand, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;3. If I can take it from you, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way&lt;br /&gt;6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine&lt;br /&gt;7. If it looks just like mine, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;8. If I think it's mine, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;9. If it's yours and I steal it, it's mine&lt;br /&gt;10. If ...........................! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Oops, sorry! I've been reading Israeli Foreign Policy documents!&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-2400685361652187435?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2400685361652187435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=2400685361652187435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/2400685361652187435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/2400685361652187435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/childrens-laws-of-ownership_8106.html' title='Children&apos;s Laws Of Ownership'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-3334936345697222387</id><published>2006-12-20T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:04:03.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving in Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Whenever I drive in Amman and the driver next to me do something stupid (such as changing the lane without even thinking of using his mirrors!!)... ill either say ma3leh ma he’s a taxi driver… or ma3leh mahoeh shab majnoon… or ma3leh ma she’s a woman (no offense ladies)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Tab what’s left??? Why not to say ma3leh ma he/she is in Jordan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Driving in Jordan really gets on my nerves!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-3334936345697222387?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3334936345697222387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=3334936345697222387' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/3334936345697222387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/3334936345697222387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/driving-in-jordan.html' title='Driving in Jordan'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-4944332236558849981</id><published>2006-12-16T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:59.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYOJeQAdgpI/AAAAAAAAACU/Sj9ebKsLt8k/s1600-h/PICT0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008998363352105618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYOJeQAdgpI/AAAAAAAAACU/Sj9ebKsLt8k/s200/PICT0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my birthday… I was supposed to go out with my friends for dinner… it was all planned a week ago… and then… at around 7:00 pm… all of a sudden… while I was getting dressed (and still had some oil treatment on my hair!!!) around 20 of my friends just bumped into my room shouting: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SURRIPSE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t understand what was going on… I was in a complete shock… having so many people surrounding me... I actually freaked out… it was so wierd... and then slowly I started realizing that it was my birthday surprise… however, I still thought that we’r going out for dinner outside… and that they just came home to surprise me… when it turned out that my family prepared all the food and stuff (that I thought they prepared for a family visit) for me and my friends and not for anybody else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was wonderful… I just cant describe it…. All what I can say is that though turning 23 is a bit depressing since you feel yourself growing older and older… but getting phone calls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;msgs&lt;/span&gt; from all the people you love… being surrounded with all the people you care about and knowing that they love you more in return just cheers you up and makes you appreciate everything you have in this life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thank you is to my family… my dearest sister… who was the one who planned and organized the surprise… my lovely mom… who spent all yesterday and today preparing the delicious food…. And to the rest… who knew how to cheer me up in such a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to anyone who helped in this wonderful surprise… Now have a look at some of the presents I got…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMnE-XyRxI/AAAAAAAAABs/9xxWuHybtsk/s1600-h/PICT0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008890176981845778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMnE-XyRxI/AAAAAAAAABs/9xxWuHybtsk/s200/PICT0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMmo-XyRwI/AAAAAAAAABk/pAQPsPARgzI/s1600-h/PICT0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008889695945508610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMmo-XyRwI/AAAAAAAAABk/pAQPsPARgzI/s200/PICT0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMkeeXyRuI/AAAAAAAAABA/6uuS95-edl4/s1600-h/PICT0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008887316533626594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMkeeXyRuI/AAAAAAAAABA/6uuS95-edl4/s200/PICT0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMj-uXyRtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8nnSsyJ5jiI/s1600-h/PICT0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008886771072779986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMj-uXyRtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8nnSsyJ5jiI/s200/PICT0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMju-XyRsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hSbn-pv2760/s1600-h/PICT0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008886500489840322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMju-XyRsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hSbn-pv2760/s200/PICT0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYMi7eXyRrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zTb3lsNaA_M/s1600-h/PICT0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-4944332236558849981?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4944332236558849981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=4944332236558849981' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/4944332236558849981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/4944332236558849981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/birthday-surprise.html' title='Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RYOJeQAdgpI/AAAAAAAAACU/Sj9ebKsLt8k/s72-c/PICT0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-168365007754725933</id><published>2006-12-12T09:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:33:59.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RX5Z04s0TlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j49iks9yZJY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007538600791002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RX5Z04s0TlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j49iks9yZJY/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-168365007754725933?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/168365007754725933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=168365007754725933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/168365007754725933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/168365007754725933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Usm8bb9_eAU/RX5Z04s0TlI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j49iks9yZJY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-6151849647784778112</id><published>2006-12-08T16:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:33:23.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Yesterday was one of the worst days at work… I was put in a really bad situation…&lt;br /&gt;Well, my manager gave me and my colleague a paper to work on… I remember finishing my work and leaving the paper on the desk… then the paper disappeared!!! The manager got mad and said he needs the paper now!!! i started looking and looking… until later on I found out that my colleague threw it in the shredding machine, and he simply went to the manager and said WE didn’t find it…&lt;br /&gt;Why to put me in such an embarrassing situation when he knew it wont affect only him but me also??? If I were in his place, I would have told the manager that I threw it in order to prevent any misunderstandings with my colleagues…&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to do… should I go to the manager and tell him the truth (to pull myself out from this)… or just ignore it and help my colleague…&lt;br /&gt;Well… at the end I decided that I didn’t want to hurt my colleague… though this hurt me personally… I don’t know was what I did something foolish??? Maybe… but its just that my deep inner self couldn’t do it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-6151849647784778112?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6151849647784778112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=6151849647784778112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6151849647784778112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6151849647784778112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad-day-at-work.html' title='Bad Day at Work'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-5337068639043108835</id><published>2006-12-05T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:25:16.468+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Finally… my life is useful now.. Im doing something I love… Im doing something Ive always wanted to do… I finally started setting up high goals for myself… my future plans are becoming clearer and clearer, where I can see my self in 5 years ahead….&lt;br /&gt;I registered for a CMA course… which will qualify me to become a Certified Management Accountant… hopefully within a year!!!&lt;br /&gt;At least now I will not have this feeling that my life is empty.. or boring… even when Im sitting home having no plans and nothing specific to do…. I wont feel depressed, lonely or bored… cause im doing something useful that will stick to me all my life…&lt;br /&gt;Im on a crossroad now... where my steps and actions will affect me and possibly determine my future… I want to prove myself… Move ahead… skip all the challenges and barriers that might face me…. And become a successful independant woman….&lt;br /&gt;I have put my plan in perspective... hope I’ll be able to fulfill it…. All of this will happen with my insistence… and with the help of God of course…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;May God help me make my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-5337068639043108835?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5337068639043108835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=5337068639043108835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5337068639043108835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5337068639043108835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-6165193108396198821</id><published>2006-11-27T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:40:20.007+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Though this song is a bit old… I love it… I love its singer.. I love its words… I love its music… its just that its words keep running in my mind every time I listen to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Its meaning is kind of confusing … each person can understand it on his own way…&lt;br /&gt;Is it that he betrayed her and wants to get back to her again???&lt;br /&gt;Is it that she died and he misses her like hell???&lt;br /&gt;Is it that they both love each other, but the circumstances cant let them be together???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the real meaning of this song is… im sure whether ur in love or not… whether ur sad or happy… whether ur single or committed… when you listen to this song… u’ll just feel something different inside u… the same way I feel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-6165193108396198821?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6165193108396198821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=6165193108396198821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6165193108396198821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6165193108396198821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-my-lover-james-blunt.html' title='Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-6904919326562672737</id><published>2006-11-25T11:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:20:57.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/869/161959650033163/1600/995502/DSC01449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/869/161959650033163/320/488567/DSC01449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Believe it or not guys... i was the one who cooked all of this (with the help of the others) ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/83978216@N00/pool/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHECK IT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-6904919326562672737?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6904919326562672737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=6904919326562672737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6904919326562672737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/6904919326562672737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/cooking-day.html' title='Cooking Day'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-7479154620583263227</id><published>2006-11-23T19:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T19:22:28.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/869/161959650033163/1600/987391/title.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/869/161959650033163/320/132061/title.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we don’t celebrate thanksgiving here… but I got an email from an American friend thanking me for having me in her life, and it just affected me deeply… It just made me feel that we (whether arabs or non-arabs, muslims or non-muslims) should be always celebrating thanksgiving… She wrote a sentence I really loved… She wrote: “&lt;em&gt;Yesterday's reality is always debatable. Tomorrow's reality is always in question. But, today, we can have some control over it&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not to be thankful for what you have today?? Why not having the true spirit everyday to be grateful and appreciating everything we have??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anybody who knows me, whether or not this is the “&lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt;” day to be thankful for all what we have, I just want you all to know that I am sincerely thankful for having you in my life…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-7479154620583263227?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7479154620583263227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=7479154620583263227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/7479154620583263227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/7479154620583263227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-5618916177644872331</id><published>2006-11-21T18:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:55:02.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Audit in Jordan</title><content type='html'>- Can you please explain to me the reasons for the significant increase in this expense???&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah its because bla bla bla bla bla….etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Oh sorry I mean the DECREASE in this expense???&lt;br /&gt;- Ok its then the opposite of what I have said…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly how auditors are treated by most of the Jordanian clients!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-5618916177644872331?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5618916177644872331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=5618916177644872331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5618916177644872331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/5618916177644872331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/audit-in-jordan.html' title='Audit in Jordan'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-1006514609316695634</id><published>2006-11-20T18:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:03:35.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Im not actually in the mood for doing anything… im not in the mood neither to go out nor stay home… im not in the mood to get dressed and take good care of myself… I just feel myself very shallow when doing such things… and I even feel the people surrounding me not thinking and integrating things the same way I do…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know is it that im growing up and not enjoying the same things I used to enjoy in the past, or life is becoming more routine and unexciting…I think it’s a combination of both… but growing up is the major part…&lt;br /&gt;I really miss school days… when I had nothing in mind except the circle of people surrounding me, who were my family and school friends… I didn’t have to care about anything else… I didn’t have to plan for my future, I didn’t have to think twice before trusting people, I didn’t have to plan a budget for all my expenses… if I was worried of something, it would be worrying that my parents would get mad at me, not worrying of the bad consequences my actions would have on me personally…&lt;br /&gt;Now this circle has vanished… each person (including me) is living his own life and having his own problems and concerns … some are living abroad, some are married, some are busy at work… some are still studying… Nothing will ever reunite us again as before… but its just the cycle of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-1006514609316695634?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1006514609316695634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=1006514609316695634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/1006514609316695634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/1006514609316695634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/cycle-of-life.html' title='Cycle of Life'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-1932243531251774879</id><published>2006-11-17T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T08:05:29.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I was talking to a Swiss manager at work… I asked him about his impression of Jordan… his answer kind of confused me… he said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I really like Jordan… I actually didn’t have any cultural shock as I expected before coming… it is so much like Switzerland!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Should I be happy that Jordan is developing and becoming more like European countries?? Or sad, cause people are losing their original oriental traditions and are moving towards western culture ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I really don’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-1932243531251774879?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1932243531251774879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=1932243531251774879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/1932243531251774879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/1932243531251774879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/jordan.html' title='Jordan'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-3479760768192331879</id><published>2006-11-14T19:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:13:06.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/869/161959650033163/1600/Zodiac%20wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/869/161959650033163/320/Zodiac%20wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/869/161959650033163/1600/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Are you interested in horoscopes? Im talking about scientific issues related to horoscopes, not reading your luck in the daily newspaper. I actually don’t believe in the fortune telling based on the horoscopes; but I do find it interesting that each horoscope has its own and specific impact on the person’s personality. Some people might disagree with me, and I totally respect their opinion. However, I made a small research, and came up with this summary for each horoscope’s personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aries: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aries person seeks adventure and has unusually high energy level. Pioneering, Aries will be the first to take a risk.&lt;br /&gt;Aries are also very dynamic persons and can easily draw attention to themselves when they enter a room. Make no mistake, an Aries person will be on of the first to risk their life to save yours, and also the first to get really mad at you for putting yourself at risk in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;Money and fame many times find this zodiac sign, and lots of famous people share your sun sign. Don't be surprised if the Aries in your life has big dreams and plans for a bright future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taurus: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will most likely enjoy being around someone born under the Taurus astrological sign. They are extremely patient people, and are very reliable. If a Taurus person tells you they are going to be there, or do that at a specific time and manner, it is highly likely that you can count on that to happen!&lt;br /&gt;These warmhearted, loving individuals care very deeply for the people in their life. You will also find the Taurus zodiac sign surrounded with pets, because this is a major outlet for their loving nature. These folks also tend to be outdoors types, and enjoy hikes and biking, getting in touch with nature.&lt;br /&gt;Very persistent, a Taurus person will have the "stick with it" to get the job done. You will very seldom find them goofing off or shirking their responsibilities. Unlike other zodiac signs, Taurus is not so big on taking risks though, and needs lots of security in their life. You will find the Taurus investor playing it safe, even at the expense of increased profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptable to almost any situation, you will find Gemini to be one of the most versatile people you have ever met. They tend to overcome obstacles and are great puzzle solvers. This zodiac sign can make the most out of any bad situation.&lt;br /&gt;The people that fall under this astrological sign tend to be communicative. They can really articulate well. You will find that Gemini's will tend to lean toward careers in media or communication of some type.&lt;br /&gt;The brains in the family usually, these folks seem to have a lot of smarts! If someone in the crowd might know the answer to that crossword puzzle question, or jeopardy question, this is the person to ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Cancer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Emotional sometimes, Cancer sun sign people tend to be some of the most caring people in our world. They are very loving and value family and friends over fame or fortune. You will always find this loving person with a dear pet of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely intuitive and imaginative, these people make great artists and designers. You will find them where ever there is a need for creativity and flare. Never underestimate the scope of their imagination either.&lt;br /&gt;Cancer people are very protective and sympathetic to those around them. They are very capable of "feeling your pain" whether it be physical, financial or emotional. They will help out too, as long as it is clear they are not being taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is a generous soul, the kind of person that would give you the shirt off of their back. Always has a smile, this warmhearted individual will be the first to boast your spirits when you are feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;Broad minded, Leo will be willing to experiment and try new things. This can be a bit dangerous for them as they tend to take risks sometimes. A Leo person will be open to all kinds of suggestions and gets bored rather easily.&lt;br /&gt;Always true to their love, you will seldom find a Leo cheating on their mate. Leo loves strongly, and will defend the honor of those that they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virgo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes modest, and quite often shy, Virgo can be one of the most difficult mates to "land". It is not that they are playing hard to get, it's not that they are not interested, it's the shyness. Oddly, the more they like you, the shyer they behave around you! You won't find the modest Virgo "flashing" anyone in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Very reliable and punctual, those born under the Virgo sun sign will be easy to count on. They will help you out in a pinch and do things for you that go above and beyond the call of duty. You will find that many war heroes are Virgo since this astrological sign is really big on courage.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely practical and diligent, this person can be counted on to not over indulge or get addicted to things too readily. Extremely intelligent, many scientists and mathematicians are Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo likes to analyze things and are not comfortable until they figure out all angles of the problem they currently are focused on. Virgo will make great stock brokers, financial advisor or any things else that requires deep thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libra:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This zodiac sign would make a good judge, lawyer or politician. Their ability to be tactful and diplomatic in all circumstances is admirable, and a typical Libra trait. This is the one you turn to when you really need to figure out some social or workplace issue.&lt;br /&gt;Candle light dinners, walks on the beach, soft moonlight on a summer's night. These are the things that a Libra treasures because this is one of the most romantic of the signs. You can win the heart of a Libra by doing simple things, like flowers and cards.&lt;br /&gt;You won't find Libra sitting out all the dances that's for sure! Very easy going and likeable, you will find Libra's company a pleasure to enjoy. Even though they are outgoing, they are also surprisingly peaceful and calm of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun sign Scorpio is one of the most powerful astrological signs in the zodiac. Dynamic and forceful, they make excellent leaders. This is what they do best, lead. They are very determined and forceful, and do not accept failure as an option. It is not a good idea to get on Scorpio's bad side!&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing hurts Scorpio, and that is their tendency to be emotional. However, being extremely intuitive, it helps them deal with this, and even gives them a physic edge in some situation. They live hard and love hard, and give their hearts fully and unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;Powerful, passionate, exciting and magnetic, these people also make some of the best sales and marketing gurus when they decide to enter this field. They also do well as stock brokers and financial advisers because they are not afraid to question anything, and look outside the box and think creatively.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio does have a problem with jealousy sometimes, and they really do have to work on it. Most of them will require proof before actually accusing, but some will go with their instinct. Since they are so intuitive, sometimes they "know" without proof, so if you are with a Scorpio, stay true or get out, because your secret (if you have one) will not stay secret for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagittarius:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very optimistic, this astrological sign is always looking on the bright side. You won't find Sagittarius singing the blues very often, as they are very good at seeing the silver lining in the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;Extremely capable of making you laugh your head off, Sagittarius has a legendary sense of humor. Always the life of the party you can count on Sagittarius to make your party a hit.&lt;br /&gt;Very honest and caring, you are safe with a Sagittarius. They will never think of doing dishonest things, and they will not tolerate it around them. A dramatic sense of honor about them adds mystery and grace to their personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricorn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practical and prudent Capricorn sun sign will be the first to tell you if your new idea just does not make common sense. They are great refiners, taking people creative ideas and fine tuning them, adding direction and practical application.&lt;br /&gt;These people are very ambitious and disciplined. They will climb the corporate ladder steadily, and with honor. You can count on them to get the job done and to go well above and beyond the call of duty.&lt;br /&gt;They show extreme patience when dealing with short tempered people. They can listen to a long winded rant and still stay cool and calm.&lt;br /&gt;They have a very good personality, and have a great sense of humor. Capricorn's humor is more a sarcastic and dead pan type humor, but works very well because they have what it takes to pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquarius:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most friendliest people you will find, The Aquarius sun sign is the one you can count on to stand by your side and comfort you when you are feeling blue. They are good listeners, and care deeply for their friends. To people they are not close to however, they can be somewhat detached.&lt;br /&gt;You can also count on this astrological sign to be loyal and trust worthy. Very seldom if ever, will they give into temptations that would betray a loved one. The Aquarius sun sign is true blue and loyal. They are one of the first to sign up to serve their country, and will give their lives defending it.&lt;br /&gt;They can be counted on to come up with original ideas. They make good designers and inventors as well as musicians. These intellectuals excel in the arts as well as the technical trades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisces:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very imaginative and sensitive Pisces zodiac sign will be among the very best artists and story tellers there are. They can feel in depths and levels that ordinary mortals can only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;They are very loving people and are a bit more sensitive then the other zodiac signs. Be careful when dealing with the Pisces you are in love with, because absent minded comments can sometimes cut them deep.&lt;br /&gt;A Pisces person will be one of the first to help you when you are down. They are charitable and honest, willing to do anything for their fellow man. They hate suffering and you will find them active in charities and other activities that help those in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What do you guys think now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1326773453071672165-3479760768192331879?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3479760768192331879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=3479760768192331879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/3479760768192331879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/3479760768192331879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-4143088612477608722</id><published>2006-11-12T16:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:01:16.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Meantime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/869/161959650033163/1600/PICT0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/869/161959650033163/320/PICT0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;This is the introduction of a book called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In The Meantime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (written by Iyanla Vanzant)... I just feel that it is so true, and if we deeply believe in it, we'll be able to find ourselves and the love we want... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know where you want to be, but you have no clue how to get there. You know exactly what you want in life, but what you want is nowhere in sight. Perhaps your vision is unclear, your purpose still undefined. On the top of it all, your relationships, particularly your romantic relationships, are failing. If these scenarios feel familiar way down in the deepest of you gut, then you, my dear, are smack dab in the middle of the meantime. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mother, bless her hear, and your father, with all of his good intentions, did not prepare you for the meantime. They did not because they could not. No one can prepare you or help you find what you are looking for. What you need is love, not romance. Love, not more money. Love, not a new car. Love is the only thing that can make the meantime worthwhile. Once you find Love, true self love, and unconditional love for everyone all the time, things will look, feel and be a lot better. The question is: What do you do in the meantime?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Each living being wants to experience the light of love. The problem is that our windows are dirty! The windows of our hearts and minds are streaked with past pains and hurts, past memories and disappointments. The windows are so clouded by fear, self-doubt, and inaccurate information that the light of love cannot shine through. In the meantime, we keep looking through the foggy window, trying to convince ourselves that what we see is the real thing. It's not, and we know it, but we cant seem to figure out what to do until the real thin comes along. What we must do is clean. We must clean the windows, floors, walls, closets, and corners of our mind. We must mop and sweep away the stuff that trips us up, keeps us confused, and makes the meantime miserable. We can do this through mental housekeeping. If we do a good job of it, the light will come through. Once that happens, our spirits will shine, bringing in the light of true love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&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/1326773453071672165-4143088612477608722?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4143088612477608722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=4143088612477608722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/4143088612477608722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/4143088612477608722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-meantime.html' title='In The Meantime'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326773453071672165.post-8517259301655595506</id><published>2006-11-11T17:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:09:21.229+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Just today I realized what does having a close brother next to u means… My older brother lives in the states, he’s married there. He came for a visit 3 weeks ago and left today… saying goodbye is the hardest thing ever, especially to a person you really care about. Though he comes to Jordan every 2-3 years, this time was different. This time I was at an age where I was able to appreciate the real meaning of having an older brother. A brother who cares about you, who really loves you from the bottom of his heart, who really wants you to be the best person on this world. A brother who I can depend on in anything I want… when I used to call him to fix my computer, to ask him if I look good, to ask him to get me pizza, and he never said no… Its just so hard to get used to life without him again..&lt;br /&gt;Its so real that u never appreciate things that you have except when they’re gone.. May god bless you my brother and take good care of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1326773453071672165-8517259301655595506?l=sus-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8517259301655595506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1326773453071672165&amp;postID=8517259301655595506' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/8517259301655595506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1326773453071672165/posts/default/8517259301655595506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sus-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-brother.html' title='To my brother'/><author><name>SUS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07397387427851172297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
