<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102</id><updated>2009-10-13T23:52:34.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible</title><subtitle type='html'>feel free to write on....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-183856931116242592</id><published>2008-11-04T06:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:17:45.749+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Seed a Pomegranate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAgfmS2fQH0/SQ_L7t5sCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8xwURG4u1U/s1600-h/ttar_how_to_seed_a_pomegranate_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAgfmS2fQH0/SQ_L7t5sCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8xwURG4u1U/s320/ttar_how_to_seed_a_pomegranate_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264650716213676754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a post for my lovely girlfriends :)&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things I learned in school, is how to seed a pomegranate with out the mess we usually do.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not much but I hope you get use of  it as much as I did, that is if you like pomegranate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the seeds without spattering red juice everywhere, cut the pomegranate in half and submerge it in cool water. Pry out the seeds in handfuls, and transfer them to another bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me know how did it go and don't think that this is the only thing I'm learning in school ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-183856931116242592?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/183856931116242592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=183856931116242592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/183856931116242592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/183856931116242592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-to-seed-pomegranate.html' title='How to Seed a Pomegranate'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAgfmS2fQH0/SQ_L7t5sCtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/h8xwURG4u1U/s72-c/ttar_how_to_seed_a_pomegranate_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-6382165959254586007</id><published>2008-08-19T05:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:25:15.050+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINY DAY</title><content type='html'>SAVE IT FOR A RAINY DAY as my dear friend &lt;a href="http://nubgah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asked me once:&lt;br /&gt;When are you going to blog again? Or are you saving it for a rainy day :)&lt;br /&gt;Well dear &lt;a href="http://nubgah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is a rainy day and it is hitting so hard, as some of you might know that I have moved to Miami to finish my BA, and a Hurricane called FAY is hitting us, but fortunately I'm in NY with with my favorite person as &lt;a href="http://jabriya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would say .. so I really don't have any thing to blog about it's just that I remembered &lt;a href="http://nubgah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and her rainy day comment and I miss her a ton &amp;amp; I miss my &lt;a href="http://jabriya.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-6382165959254586007?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/6382165959254586007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=6382165959254586007' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/6382165959254586007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/6382165959254586007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-day.html' title='RAINY DAY'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-3421990005804550843</id><published>2007-04-10T19:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:23:23.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Answer my question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a battle field?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-3421990005804550843?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/3421990005804550843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=3421990005804550843' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/3421990005804550843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/3421990005804550843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2007/04/answer-my-question.html' title='Answer my question?'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-1196772834400702050</id><published>2006-10-23T01:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:57:42.137+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehya</title><content type='html'>Check this out.... amazingly funny... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbFRfXUrNt0&amp;eurl="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbFRfXUrNt0&amp;amp;eurl= &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-1196772834400702050?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/1196772834400702050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=1196772834400702050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/1196772834400702050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/1196772834400702050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/10/yehya.html' title='Yehya'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-2390157238136763434</id><published>2006-09-30T13:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:43:44.187+03:00</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tagged by&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://allofmoi.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;/span&gt; is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;1+20+ 20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;B-U-L-L- S-H-I-T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,255)"&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-2390157238136763434?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/2390157238136763434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=2390157238136763434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/2390157238136763434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/2390157238136763434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/09/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-2940180860197168017</id><published>2006-09-30T12:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:52:37.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to talk dirty (in 3 languages)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" id="articleheads"&gt;                                                                                                                            &lt;h2 id="articleintro"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can’t bring yourself to do it in English? Try Swahili!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;                                                  &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;!-- start article photo --&gt;                                       &lt;div class="captionedphoto"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;div class="img-shadow"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.glamour.com/images/sexmen/2006/08/28/sear01_talkdirty3languages.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                          &lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;!-- end article photo --&gt;                                       &lt;!-- start article body --&gt;     &lt;div id="articlebody"&gt;                      &lt;div id="articletext"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French: “Fais-moi grimper au rideau.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Fay-mwah greem-pay oh ree-doh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Means:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Make me feel good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literal translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Make me climb the curtain.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swahili: “Mapigo yako ni kiboko.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Mah-pee-go ya-ko nee ki-bo-ko.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Means:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re an animal in bed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literal translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your hits are really hard.”&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian: “M’attizzi.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Mah-tee-tzee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Means:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; “You really turn me on.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Literal translation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; “You stir me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;                                               &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-2940180860197168017?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/2940180860197168017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=2940180860197168017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/2940180860197168017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/2940180860197168017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-to-talk-dirty-in-3-languages.html' title='How to talk dirty (in 3 languages)'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-1553867917462617899</id><published>2006-09-30T12:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:13:00.537+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Check it out guys and gals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatever-q8tyinamman.blogspot.com"&gt;http://whatever-q8tyinamman.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-1553867917462617899?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/1553867917462617899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=1553867917462617899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/1553867917462617899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/1553867917462617899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-blogger.html' title='New blogger'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-4843144883252680028</id><published>2006-09-29T15:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:14:12.908+03:00</updated><title type='text'>49 Things I Would Be...</title><content type='html'>Tagged by &lt;a href="http://migrantmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anumki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.- If I were a fruit I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A Peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.- If I were a color I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.- If I were an animal I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Dolphin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.- If I were a domestic appliance I'd be... A TV&lt;br /&gt;5.- If I were a book I'd be... "Children of the alley" Nagib Mahfouz&lt;br /&gt;6.- If I were a clothing item I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.- If I were a jewel / stone I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aqua Marine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.- If I were an object I'd be... An IPOD&lt;br /&gt;9.- If I were a car I'd be... A Austin Martin&lt;br /&gt;10.- If I were an element I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.- If I were a tree I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Palm Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.- If I were a drink I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Red Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.- If I were an ice cream flavor I'd be... Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;14.- If I were a person I'd be... Me&lt;br /&gt;15.- If I were a planet I'd be... Pluto&lt;br /&gt;16.- If I were an insect I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.- If I were a form of public transport I'd be... A Train&lt;br /&gt;18.- If I were a song I'd be... "Serat El-Hob" Om Kalthoum سيرة الحب&lt;br /&gt;19.- If I were a movie I'd be... "Singing in the rain" Gene Kelly&lt;br /&gt;20.- If I were a season I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.- If I were a flower I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A Tulip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.- If I were a job I'd be... A Chef&lt;br /&gt;23.- If I were a cartoon I'd be... Bugs Bunny&lt;br /&gt;24.- If I were a place I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Spa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.- If I were a gift I'd be... something the person receiving the gift wants..&lt;br /&gt;26.- If I were a memory I'd be... A memory that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;27.- If I were a city I'd be... Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;28.- If I were a sense I'd be... Sight&lt;br /&gt;29.- If I were a game I'd be... Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;30.- If I were a candy I'd be... I don't like candy..&lt;br /&gt;31.- If I were a time of the day I'd be... Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;32.- If I were an invention I'd be... Car&lt;br /&gt;33.- If I were a body-part I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.- If I were a country I'd be... Italy&lt;br /&gt;35.- If I were a flavor I'd be... Spicy&lt;br /&gt;36.- If I were a sport I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.- If I were a smell I'd be... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.- If I were a subject I'd be... Music&lt;br /&gt;39.- If I were a flag I'd be... One that's round.&lt;br /&gt;40.- If I were a building I'd be... A museum of fine art&lt;br /&gt;41.- If I were a month I'd be... March&lt;br /&gt;42.- If I were a perfume I'd be... Cool Waters&lt;br /&gt;43.- If I were a gummy candy I'd be... A Gummy Bear&lt;br /&gt;44.- If I were a toy I'd be... don't know really..&lt;br /&gt;45.- If I were a textile / fabric I'd be... Cotton&lt;br /&gt;46.- If I were a shape I'd be... A circle&lt;br /&gt;47.- If I were a answer I'd be... Yes or No&lt;br /&gt;48.- If I were a store I'd be... &lt;a href="http://victoriassecret.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.- If I were a word I'd be... Amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-4843144883252680028?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/4843144883252680028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=4843144883252680028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/4843144883252680028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/4843144883252680028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/09/49-things-i-would-be.html' title='49 Things I Would Be...'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115692790167914554</id><published>2006-08-30T11:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:39:19.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad  wrote:  To all parents.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The other day I watched an old home-film… In that film I saw my late mother, and that made me nostalgic to the old times, when I was young seeking her kindness and comfort... Those mothers, and fathers, who raised us, may be different human beings – Sometimes, I wonder if our generation of parents is as strong and kind as the generation of our parents. It is not easy for me to answer such a question, and I leave it to my children and others’, children to answer, however, we might not arrive at a specific conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;On the other hand different generations might have certain sets of norms and behaviors that fit their specific era, and circumstances. Social and economic factors reflect on human attitudes and family relationships... Extended family form was the norm in Kuwait in the early decades of the 20th century. When I graduated from college in the late 60’s of last century, I found that my father built a new house with separate apartments or quarters, for each of us, the brothers. But then we moved in separate directions to different locations and separate houses…&lt;br /&gt;I thought, then, that the concept of an extended family is done with in Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It is true that brothers and sisters, along with their children, do meet occasionally, and communicate with family members, but is it the same? Anyway, one must always remember that it is hard to match his parents in their love and care. The level of love and care may differ according to time and place, but nothing can replace such love and care, especially if you were raised in a healthy social, and family environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;This is dedicated to you Ali, with love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/32846102-115692790167914554?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115692790167914554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115692790167914554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115692790167914554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115692790167914554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/dad-wrote-to-all-parents.html' title='Dad  wrote:  To all parents.....'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115692342849944946</id><published>2006-08-30T09:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:37:08.543+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do we wake up sometimes and feel down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it the weather, hermones, or just a state of mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't know how long this is going to take, so please guys and gals HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So do you think I should ditch work and go to BARCELONA :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-115692342849944946?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115692342849944946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115692342849944946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115692342849944946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115692342849944946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115633717364796313</id><published>2006-08-23T15:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T15:57:50.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Combing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me, my sis and my bro don't comb our hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just was wondering is that normal or abnormal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do a lot of people don't comb their hair and just leave it to nature to deal with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-115633717364796313?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115633717364796313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115633717364796313' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115633717364796313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115633717364796313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/hair-combing.html' title='Hair Combing'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115615584778775581</id><published>2006-08-21T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:25:32.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chocolate + Red bull = A long session of Editing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dedicated to Beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/32846102-115615584778775581?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115615584778775581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115615584778775581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115615584778775581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115615584778775581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/conclusion.html' title='Conclusion'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115615540317060817</id><published>2006-08-21T12:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:11:29.000+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This is dedicated to you 3amo Saleem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was chatting to 3amo Saleem on the MSN, who is my mom’s cousin and at the same time my auntie’s husband, who lives in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;He was asking me how is the family doing and loved ones in Kuwait, well I told him simply trying to make it with this heat (how stupid of me), he replied well we are trying to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;SURVIVE THE HEAT&lt;/span&gt; back here in Baghdad, the electricity shuts off for 20 hours a day and they don’t have petrol to work the generators, how ironic could that be, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with no petrol!! By the way they have a curfew also, so basically stay at home and die from heat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Yesterday the electricity was shut off in different parts of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Kuwait&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, some parts half an hour and some more, but the complains I heard from people were simply STUPID.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Any way to cut the story short, I asked him how are they doing after the death of his nephew who died a month ago, killed by some lunatics, followers of Muqtada Alsader, just because he is a Sunni who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, I wondered how his mom was doing, he answered me that untie Iman is done with life, my eyes started filling up with tears, untie Iman who with all the difficulties in life, she kept on going, she has a PHD in biology, is now finally done with life. They have ran away from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baghdad&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to Mousel leaving all sorts of memories behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I didn’t know what to say to him, I asked him if he gets a chance to talk to her to give her my &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, I know that would not change a thing to her but at these difficult times we have only love to give.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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/32846102-115615540317060817?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115615540317060817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115615540317060817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115615540317060817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115615540317060817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/electricity-and-love.html' title='Electricity and Love'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115583982827344087</id><published>2006-08-17T21:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:15:38.170+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Dad Wrote...</title><content type='html'>After the devastating Arab defeat in the six-day war in June 1967, the late famous Nizzar Qabbani addressed, in one of his poems, the Arab children and asked them to redeem the “ Arab Nation “, and make it victorious in it’s coming battles. But, do you know who were among those children at that time?? Osama Bin Laden was 10 years old, Hassan Nasr Allah was 6 years old, Bashar Al-Assad was one year old and Moqtada Al-Sadder was not even born, in that year of Arab defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Considering the death, misery and destruction of the last Lebanon war, which lasted for five weeks, and the results of September 11, 2001 and all the difficulties facing Iraq now, one may wonder whether Nizzar Qabbani foresaw the fate of the Arab Nation. One may also ponder if Nizzar expected those children to lead the nation under fanatical Islamic ideologies or whether he thought that they will lead toward modernization and secular rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last but not least, Nizzar was famous for his advocation of women liberation and emancipation; did he think how some of those children treat women now, when they reached the forties and fifties of their age??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يا أيها الأطفال&lt;br /&gt;من المحيط إلى الخليج، انتم سنابل الآمال&lt;br /&gt;وأنتم الجيل الذي سيكسر الأغلال&lt;br /&gt;ويقتل الأفيون في رؤوسنا&lt;br /&gt;ويقتل الخيال&lt;br /&gt;يا أيها الأطفال، أنتم بعد طيبون&lt;br /&gt;وطاهرون كالندى والثلج طاهرون&lt;br /&gt;لا تقرأوا عن جيلنا المهزوم يا أطفال&lt;br /&gt;فنحن خائبون&lt;br /&gt;ونحن مثل قشرة البطيخ تافهون&lt;br /&gt;ونحن منخورون، منخورون.. كالنعال&lt;br /&gt;لا تقرأوا أخبارنا&lt;br /&gt;لا تقتفوا آثارنا&lt;br /&gt;لا تقبلوا أفكارنا&lt;br /&gt;فنحن جيل القيء والزهري والسعال&lt;br /&gt;ونحن جيل الدجل، والرقص على الحبال&lt;br /&gt;يا أيها الأطفال&lt;br /&gt;يا مطر الربيع يا سنابل الآمال&lt;br /&gt;أنتم بذور الخصب في حياتنا العقيمة&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وأنتم الجيل الذي سيهزم الهزيمة&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;نزار قباني&lt;/strong&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/32846102-115583982827344087?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115583982827344087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115583982827344087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115583982827344087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115583982827344087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dear-dad-wrote.html' title='My Dear Dad Wrote...'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115580498055381580</id><published>2006-08-17T11:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:32:30.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 things to stop waiting for in life!</title><content type='html'>I was reading an article in Glamour magazine in the title of:&lt;br /&gt;12 things to stop waiting for in life&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that we are waiting for things to happen or should we go ahead and make them happen, this is not the case, the case is what took my&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was number &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and number &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Your ex to say he’s really sorry. Don’t worry— &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt; will get him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;A man to change everything in your life. Change it yourself &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;—he’ll catch up with you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So tell me Guys and Gals is that possible or impossible?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-115580498055381580?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115580498055381580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115580498055381580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115580498055381580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115580498055381580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/12-things-to-stop-waiting-for-in-life.html' title='12 things to stop waiting for in life!'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115575410827462542</id><published>2006-08-16T21:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:48:28.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>As my dear SH said, we were watching Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, the question is:&lt;br /&gt;Do we really want to erase some memories out of our mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-115575410827462542?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115575410827462542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115575410827462542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115575410827462542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115575410827462542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32846102.post-115575165051393597</id><published>2006-08-16T21:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:13:45.006+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Well this is a new post in a new blog, I lost my old blog, don't know how the hell did i do that, any way this is a new blog and seriously i don't know when will my next post be!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32846102-115575165051393597?l=impposible.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/feeds/115575165051393597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32846102&amp;postID=115575165051393597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115575165051393597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32846102/posts/default/115575165051393597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impposible.blogspot.com/2006/08/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>Khargoush</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01306431692038520750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07595227648597868717'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>