<?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-483133544815846522</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:32:06.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phlash Photography.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gray Goose.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07929247912133504969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUestu-hces/Sa7jslW__MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2RJfDcWOg4Q/S220/ththgreygoose0908.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-6493524331055437395</id><published>2010-05-05T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:40:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEELLO .. again;p</title><content type='html'>Everyone I have great news! I've created a new blog, with just about the same idea as this.. only newer:p &lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll make time to visit it! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.phlashx.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-6493524331055437395?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/6493524331055437395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2010/05/heello-againp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/6493524331055437395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/6493524331055437395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2010/05/heello-againp.html' title='HEELLO .. again;p'/><author><name>Gray Goose.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07929247912133504969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUestu-hces/Sa7jslW__MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2RJfDcWOg4Q/S220/ththgreygoose0908.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-2149044649142184685</id><published>2009-12-12T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:04:34.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbyee blog;o</title><content type='html'>sayonara b-town;p I'm thinking this is just temporary, but hey I'll be back soon, and with a story! I hope. My other blogs are still alive;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thecurlydays.blogspot.com/"&gt;curlydays&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;should be working in a few weeks, so watch out for that. I'm not sure what's going to happen to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.graygoose.blogspot.com/"&gt;graygoose&lt;/a&gt; though. I shall miss my slient and non silent readers, it's been a good rant!;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-2149044649142184685?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/2149044649142184685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/12/bubbyee-blogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2149044649142184685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2149044649142184685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/12/bubbyee-blogo.html' title='Bubbyee blog;o'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-7621386610080257056</id><published>2009-12-11T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:41:47.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Fierce;</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Is it just me or is the whole of kuwait getting more and more aggressive every year? It's insane really! What will we ever solve with our&amp;nbsp;aggressiveness? Other than to point out who's in power, it does us no good. It's like the atmosphere here is so thick and tence you could probably cut it with a butter knife. What ever happened to peace love and rock'n'roll? ;p Why is everyone so angry all the time?! I think someone might need a vacaation :) or some happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SyIFegVg3XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XxZ4zOT6XeY/s1600-h/happy+pills.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SyIFegVg3XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XxZ4zOT6XeY/s320/happy+pills.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.monoscope.com/2007/09/happy_pills.html"&gt;monoscope.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-7621386610080257056?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/7621386610080257056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-fierce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/7621386610080257056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/7621386610080257056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-fierce.html' title='We Are Fierce;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SyIFegVg3XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XxZ4zOT6XeY/s72-c/happy+pills.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-8284260699029457215</id><published>2009-11-22T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T05:28:34.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk of The Town.</title><content type='html'>Hellooo all! Are you just diggin' this weather? Or are you just diggin' it?;p ahah I love this time of the year! Seriously, it holds all this ambiguity. It's not yet winter, but it's not hot either. It's so my kinda weather. I usually thought of myself as a summer person, but to tell you the truth, after living in K-town for just about all my life!;p you get tired of the constant heat throughout most of the seasons. It also makes me happy that I can go out casually dressed and find everyone else dressed just about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it seem like this world has gone vampire crazy? It's a vampire vortex that I think I may be getting sucked into! ;o For probably the whole past month, that's all i've been hearing. It's all about Vampire this, Vampire that, Vamp. Make up, Vamp. Style, Vampire guys! Sure I don't mind a thrilling series or movie to watch, but from all the insane stories I've heard about people's reactions to these heavenly creatures I don't think its a healthy obsession. A friend of mine the other day said she heard of these girls who scratched their necks [Yes, THEIR NECKS] 'till they bled when they ran into the main man &amp;nbsp;from "Twilight" at an airport. I wonder what's the next "habba"? Aliens maybe? Dinosaurs? Who knows ;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! 3eed is just around the corner:] so 3eidkum mbaraaaak mubakeran err'body. Anyone traveling?;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Swk8JypikVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZE2rbuskyK0/s1600/vampire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Swk8JypikVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZE2rbuskyK0/s320/vampire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:http://210teenlibrary.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/whats-with-vampires-anyway/"&gt;teenlibrary&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Funny how their topic is similar to mine;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-8284260699029457215?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/8284260699029457215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-of-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/8284260699029457215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/8284260699029457215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/talk-of-town.html' title='Talk of The Town.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Swk8JypikVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZE2rbuskyK0/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-563599741380368737</id><published>2009-11-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:56:09.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahaaaalooo! ;p</title><content type='html'>So I was negotiating ma3a rou7iii, what should I base this post on? W today gave me the best example possible! Every where I turned, a Little bit of my childhood was peeking. Ahh, the good ol' days. What happened to all those naive memories? What a fast change we've gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ga3da ib ma63am ams wla shnu athker? Those lovely brainwashing songs we used to chant after those adorable furry creatures. faj2a out of nowhere I'm singing things like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down in the jungle where nobody goes, lived a great big elephant washing his clothes, with a rub a dub here&lt;/span&gt;.."; You get the idea. Wel naas kilha t6al3nii ;p 7asait nafsee feeny na8s 6ufuula so obviously i stopped doing that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; B3daain ilyom ana w a few frnds ga3deen insolf 3an ayam gabl, lama we were little kindergarteners shloun kinna nhaded the grls we disliked or feared with our "shir6y uncles who can put them in jail" Or "our high priority parents who can have them taken care of". It's&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;how we thought of that b9ara7aa. Who comes up with this stuff for us ;p? We would've been genius comedians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ba3ad mnu yathkeeer? *picks up finger while slowlyy liffing it across face* "Haaa A7aaarbeech/ck?!" Wetha ba6aw chabdkum the grl/boy, you insanely/rapidly move your finger across your face indicating innich/k M7arbat'hum forever (unless they have a good snack to share;p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Madre 3ankum walla, but I had this little mean streak growing up (no one would believe that if they &amp;nbsp;knew me now, I'm like the kindest there is! ;c hmph), w kl ma i had an "enemy" I'd create these little plots to make their lives miserable. Although I feel mega bad thinking about it now, its a reminiscable memorie to go back to. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable childhood memorie of mine;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The uther day g3d asolef ma3a my bro, w kan ygoulii what a mean little devil I was. When I was about 6 yrs old, we had this german shepard I adored (although I was deathly scared of it, because of its&amp;nbsp;enormity!;p) Ga3d ygouuliii shlon i used to throw rocks 3ala 7osh bayt yeraaana (yes rocks!) laima y93doun il fence bayn the two houses 3ashan yt'hawshoun b3dain i make fake dog noises (because as I said I was afraid of the real dog, just enjoyed the idea of him) w agouluhumm, "Choufooow Our dog's mad!" ;o w then i go, "Lathkhalouni ahida 3aleikum!" Wel mushkila knt a9adeg chthbty! w uhma msakeen they'd have their little brother act like a dog to scare us. In the end we'd always win cuz our dog was "REAL":p good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SwAWNR-HBwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JyQzWWDFZvo/s1600-h/LICK.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SwAWNR-HBwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JyQzWWDFZvo/s320/LICK.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ladymj/3366219831/"&gt;EverythingAllTheTime&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways a7is I've ranted on about my chidhood for ages! I just miss it dearly ;c. So tell me about your most memorable childhood moment if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-563599741380368737?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/563599741380368737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/yahaaaalooo-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/563599741380368737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/563599741380368737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/yahaaaalooo-p.html' title='Yahaaaalooo! ;p'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SwAWNR-HBwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JyQzWWDFZvo/s72-c/LICK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-4044816210296057954</id><published>2009-11-09T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:10:45.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Character of My Week;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Bomb Like Tick Tick;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lil wayne. He defines Awesometasticle! This man is truly one of the most amazing hip hop artists/ rappers I've ever heard of. I mean, apart from the fact that he's everywhere which makes him really hard to miss, his wording &amp;amp; the way he phrases things are just incredible! Also, he's started at a very young age. His lyrics really make me wanna listen for more. He's&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;made a name for himself. &amp;amp; since it's been a while since i've posted a character, I think this guy deserved it since he's what&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;always in the mood to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps; 7aftha ta8reeban all his lyrics!;o I'm so proud of myself. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SvgigEfrfvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/keMp42DQBW4/s1600-h/Weezy+F.+Baby.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SvgigEfrfvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/keMp42DQBW4/s320/Weezy+F.+Baby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.zimbio.com/Lil+Wayne/articles/s6o-rcPY0Nl/Lil+Wayne+Alone+Top+Hip+Hops+Mountain"&gt;zimbio&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Favorite lyrics;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Bitch I'm the bomb like tick tick."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Trapped in a maze, therefore I am amazing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I turn you on like a handle, like the television on the weather channel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm so fly ya'll still at the terminal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I'm so fly I'm on autopilot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- &amp;amp;&amp;amp; many many more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-4044816210296057954?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/4044816210296057954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/character-of-my-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4044816210296057954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4044816210296057954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/character-of-my-week.html' title='Character of My Week;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SvgigEfrfvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/keMp42DQBW4/s72-c/Weezy+F.+Baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-2475080961049203994</id><published>2009-11-08T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:22:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance the coke man, Ignorance is bliss; Ignorance is love &amp;&amp; I need that shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Satisfaction does not exist in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happy? Are we worthy of that emotion?&lt;br /&gt;We are indeed the sad souls that have embodied us for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;What is life if it's not worth living? What's a challenge if it's not worth a risk?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Individuality is what we seek, yet we are headed in the exact opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;We are not realizing what we do to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;But soon, when it all becomes clear, we will be in awe of what we have doomed ourselves with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; all those lies, conspiracies, and what betrayals? Are they really of great&amp;nbsp;necessity?&lt;br /&gt;In the end its on your own; Nothing or no one will be of any good to you.&lt;br /&gt;They say the truth will set you free; Mankind must've skipped that chapter of life.&lt;br /&gt;We are accustomed to all the wrongs in life; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Even hope has betrayed us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So what is a person to do nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Sing along and dance a happy dance, because today may be your only chance.&lt;br /&gt;Live it to the fullest; We owe that much to ourselves, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SvcL72fggGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TLBIrTr7mPc/s1600-h/no+expression.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SvcL72fggGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TLBIrTr7mPc/s320/no+expression.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Africa/Sierra_Leone/North/Northern/Kabala/photo681330.htm"&gt;trekearth&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-2475080961049203994?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/2475080961049203994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorance-coke-man-ignorance-is-bliss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2475080961049203994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2475080961049203994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/ignorance-coke-man-ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance the coke man, Ignorance is bliss; Ignorance is love &amp;&amp; I need that shit.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SvcL72fggGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TLBIrTr7mPc/s72-c/no+expression.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-6274752657343855504</id><published>2009-11-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:44:12.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the spirit;</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Exam week is usually the time where most us students go bazerk or reach the level of insanity. il 7mdla I study, and make as good a grade as I possibly can. But I believe I am incapable of studying properly, or so says my mom. Tgooleee intaw tsamooon hal cramming ib yom wa7ed deraasaaa? I7na 3ala ayaaamna kinna nadres ISBOO3 KAMEL gbl il imti7an to "prepare for it". 3ayal ana 3ndy su2al likum, ya3neee itha badresa gabl isbuu3 beytem ib mu5ii? no matter what ways I try to better study for exams, they never work and the info never sticks in my head. Infact, I find cramming the most effective method for the knowledge to actually stay in my brain 'til the day of the exam. Am I really gonna be needing the cubed root of pi, or the fifth amendemnt in the Syberian constitution (this is made up for as far as I know) in my later life? I DONT THINK SO. W b3dain there are those who can't bare to pay attention to some historic old boring piece of info they need to know for their thirty something page long exam. Using me as an example, when it comes to things like that? you probly find me making every excuse possible to wiggle my way out of literally consentrating on that piece of information, which I very well may regret later on. I can't help it if my attention span is that of a goldfish's (3 seconds or so;p), That's just how I am. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;In short, good luck everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's gonna be one hell-of-a week [whenever that may be for you].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Su-YUD_YSZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qP0a-3zaX0o/s1600-h/dayumn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Su-YUD_YSZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qP0a-3zaX0o/s320/dayumn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://06880danwoog.com/2009/08/"&gt;Danwoog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ps; It's my Birthday Today ;] x&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-6274752657343855504?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/6274752657343855504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-spirit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/6274752657343855504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/6274752657343855504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-spirit.html' title='That&apos;s the spirit;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Su-YUD_YSZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qP0a-3zaX0o/s72-c/dayumn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-1966646445693073907</id><published>2009-10-30T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:45:51.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today;</title><content type='html'>Today, I gave into emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Estaslamt to shahawate, and had a cup of fro' yo ;o [with lot'sa capn' crunch on top]&lt;br /&gt;Today, I fell inlove with a dead guy. Mj you're an inspiration(May you rest in peace).&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had followers. I leaded. &lt;br /&gt;Today, My perspective is altered.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Sus97AhS37I/AAAAAAAAADs/VrJxhvoZgEs/s1600-h/youth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Sus97AhS37I/AAAAAAAAADs/VrJxhvoZgEs/s320/youth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/artists/michaeljackson/photos/collection/photo/5"&gt;Rollingstone&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-1966646445693073907?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/1966646445693073907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1966646445693073907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1966646445693073907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Sus97AhS37I/AAAAAAAAADs/VrJxhvoZgEs/s72-c/youth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-8992051087045163179</id><published>2009-10-28T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:49:21.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's happenings;</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty eventful I guess? ;p It's also been hella HECTIC ;o getting ready for exam week;] and here's a few things I found interesting this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The weather? Isn't it TO DIE FOR? It's finally raining [yaaay;o] I love this time of the year. Were it's finally the right time to wear those designer boots and what nots. also a qquestion for you guys: Favorite time of the year, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; why? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I finally got the chance to watch "My Sister's Keeper", and I thought it was pretty good. Bs 9ij wayed ppl over exageratted the whole mushy scenes. 6ool ma I watched it I was thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, I might cry in the next part? &lt;/span&gt;Bs walla not a tear was shed. Even the men were crying!;o y7lailkum;] It ain't shameful to shed a tear or two. I guess im just heartless? ahah ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you guys think of the whole "Hippie Band" Thing? &amp;nbsp;You know the one you put around your head?;p Well I think it's simply amazing. I'm one of those people who likes to have her insane hair on her face, but the whole band thing just gets it outa my eyes enough to see. With or against? Comments much appreciated :] x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SuiOC8TKVZI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q-x8v3jfLUo/s1600-h/rany+day.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SuiOC8TKVZI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q-x8v3jfLUo/s320/rany+day.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://colorofmylife.wordpress.com/category/uncategorized/"&gt;colorofmylife&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Oh yes, and I'm lil wayne for halloween. Tell me a few original ideas you have for them halloween parties if you don't mind ;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it; Anything interesting happen during your week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-8992051087045163179?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/8992051087045163179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weeks-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/8992051087045163179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/8992051087045163179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weeks-happenings.html' title='This week&apos;s happenings;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SuiOC8TKVZI/AAAAAAAAADk/Q-x8v3jfLUo/s72-c/rany+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-4735387864291357909</id><published>2009-10-21T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:45:10.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger lickin' good?</title><content type='html'>Okay so you've all been informed that Pinkberry's open in Kuwait now right? Can I just ask what the big 5abba is about ? ya3nee il line that waits for a cup of fro' yo' is &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;scratch that,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;I admit, 5abeit 3mry the frst weeek orso, but mostly cuz of those foreign hotties they made work there:], bs ya3nee it's really a normal thing don't you think? It's not "some slice of heaven on earth", Its's just.. flavered fro' yo'. For those who like the flavor, 3aleikum bl3afya (: I actually prefer the one in dubai; Yogurberry? Check it out (link&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.yogurberry.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;). Also got a bigger variety of flavors for my likings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/St8XoCt-oKI/AAAAAAAAADc/2ZG-ctG3Fvs/s1600-h/pb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/St8XoCt-oKI/AAAAAAAAADc/2ZG-ctG3Fvs/s320/pb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://readysetdc.com/2009/10/06/coming-soon-pinkberry/"&gt;readysetdc&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&gt;-ps; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is anyone else finding the theme song catchily annoying?;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-4735387864291357909?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/4735387864291357909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/finger-lickin-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4735387864291357909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4735387864291357909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/finger-lickin-good.html' title='Finger lickin&apos; good?'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/St8XoCt-oKI/AAAAAAAAADc/2ZG-ctG3Fvs/s72-c/pb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-3256221208377630920</id><published>2009-10-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:14:37.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ke sera sera;</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You know when you have one of those moments in life? Where you just forget who you are anymore? When you're just a name brand copy of yourself. The one everybody else thinks should be "you". I mean what's a person to do, I guess? You get sucked into all these formalities, where if someone asks you to "tell them more about yourself" You find your self at a loss for words, because honestly you've forgotten. Well, people, don't let such an excuse as the world and its' formalities keep you from unleashing your unique self. Without an identitiy, an originality, a human is mearly a robot. We all gotta stick to our beliefs and quirks. Its what makes us special. Just because you're friends don't like the things you're into, doesn't mean you should give em up for your friendship. You're uniqueness is probably what makes them intrigued by you. In short, "lead, don't follow". You'll be much more satisfied in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/St3TsyjMWpI/AAAAAAAAADU/N4WF72IDLT4/s1600-h/otherpeoplesideas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/St3TsyjMWpI/AAAAAAAAADU/N4WF72IDLT4/s320/otherpeoplesideas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://memehuffer.typepad.com/meme_huffer/2008/02/index.html"&gt;memehuffer&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-3256221208377630920?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/3256221208377630920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/ke-sera-sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3256221208377630920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3256221208377630920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/ke-sera-sera.html' title='Ke sera sera;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/St3TsyjMWpI/AAAAAAAAADU/N4WF72IDLT4/s72-c/otherpeoplesideas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-5516556465621622245</id><published>2009-10-16T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:10:18.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Without Strangers;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/StjE7GUlY6I/AAAAAAAAADM/lGA-k999xiU/s1600-h/jump.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/StjE7GUlY6I/AAAAAAAAADM/lGA-k999xiU/s320/jump.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lil asaf, in the society we live in today, wayed fake people trying to change lives of others to being as miserable as theirs. The reason: Boredom? Madeness? It's unknown really. When you think you know someone, but they turn out to be the complete opposite of what you thought. A stranger almost! Shocker isn't it? I mean the whole two-faced, bitchy-assed behaviors have got to stop! Ya3nee shlon befeedich/k itha u go talk trash about hathee/hathaa? seriously, will it make your life any better? I believe not (:. You're just going to end up a selfish looser all alone for the rest of your life. B9araa7a, a friendship is dear. Trust in it, and inshalla it lasts a lifetime. Without friends that are there for our every joys and losses, what would we be? x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tracywburgos.typepad.com/treasure_the_momentlove_l/2009/03/index.html"&gt;tracywburgos&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-5516556465621622245?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/5516556465621622245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-without-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/5516556465621622245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/5516556465621622245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/world-without-strangers.html' title='World Without Strangers;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/StjE7GUlY6I/AAAAAAAAADM/lGA-k999xiU/s72-c/jump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-6189520083364348175</id><published>2009-10-13T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:55:14.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been having troubles with coming up with stuff to write about. So I thought, Why not go out into K-town and look for some fresh inspiration, ay? Sadly, I didn't find much ;c But here's A Few things That I found interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sequined harem pants; You know those&amp;nbsp;pouffy&amp;nbsp;pants most of the world is hibbing over? Sure, they're flatterng on some people, but don't you think its a bit overly&amp;nbsp;exaggerated&amp;nbsp;when its covered in sparkly sequins? Although I admire the girl's self confidence for wearing such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking off; Don't you think the Cafe Blanc uniforms are just adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To all the single ladies; Put your hands up! hahaha. Beyonce finally 3nd il 3arab. On The 6th of November, A concert will be held on her behalf at Port Ghaleb, If anyone knows info on buying tickets please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- La7ath't shay the other day. With the numerous numbers of new restaurants opened/opening, There never is anywhere to go! What should us people who don't wanna go out for food do? ;c Sure fe shaleihat, fe byuuut, malls, etc. Bs is that it? that sounds very routine doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The population of ajanib here is growing&amp;nbsp;immensely! The other day at the Avenues, I was surprised by the fact that the ajaniiib kanoow tarseeen il gahaweee! ymkn cuz its been ages since I've gone there, bs has anyone else noticed such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've been craving a mc chicken drizzled in bbq (yes I'm the weird kinda person who likes adding french fries and bbq sauce into my sandwich (: and think it tastes yummy) for a while now, How long do you thing before I break my dieting ways and get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/StSKflX37FI/AAAAAAAAADE/x2f9HN8SA_I/s1600-h/Mc.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/StSKflX37FI/AAAAAAAAADE/x2f9HN8SA_I/s320/Mc.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bionicmalaysia.blogspot.com/2009/02/mcchicken.html"&gt;bionicmalaysia&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-6189520083364348175?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/6189520083364348175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-block_13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/6189520083364348175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/6189520083364348175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-block_13.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block?'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/StSKflX37FI/AAAAAAAAADE/x2f9HN8SA_I/s72-c/Mc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-2438131566259110554</id><published>2009-10-09T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:46:15.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things To Think About.</title><content type='html'>- Do cartoons know they're alive? [secretly wishing I was wun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can someone actually touch a cloud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are "Hash browns" made of? (You get why I'm asking this right?;p) I myself am obsessed with those awkward edible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of Colors, Why are people only black and white racist? What happened to all the other colors? I bet they're feeling left out;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Another daily random from Diaries of a "Fathya". ( i soo felt like writing that;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said that "There are no stupid questions, only stupid people". I refuse to believe that ;c. A curious person is merely a curious person. No questions is too stupid, ya naas. So ask away!&lt;br /&gt;-Btw if you like this, every time I think of an enough number of questions I'll post them. your choice people :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Ss8GNrwB-FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1naz5g1lGE0/s1600-h/cloud" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Ss8GNrwB-FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1naz5g1lGE0/s320/cloud" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://developer.nirvanix.com/blogs/nirvanix/archive/2008/02.aspx"&gt;developer.nirvanix.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-2438131566259110554?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/2438131566259110554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-things-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2438131566259110554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2438131566259110554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-things-to-think-about.html' title='A Few Things To Think About.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Ss8GNrwB-FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1naz5g1lGE0/s72-c/cloud' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-3175406408881747516</id><published>2009-10-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:24:17.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them;;</title><content type='html'>-Okay so this "them" post is a bit different than the first :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Picture this, you and your so called lover are countries apart. I mean you [being the girl] love him to death, and is sure he loves you as much,too. bs here's the problem: You're parents have never heard of him, and the fact that you're in different countries, [never mind you the different believes] makes it extremely difficult for him to propose you're hand in marriage (although he would do so in a heartbeat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Also, mashalla il bnt jameelaa:* W.. let's just say, they're kinda like the beauty and the beast, but this beast will never turn into a prince charming. 9ij inna true beauty lies within the heart, but you know some families might be a bit judgemental, for the reason of "wanting the best" for their children. If you were them what would you do? Would you have the guy propose, and handle all consequences? or would you just end it then and there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsykSnyLVnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0mB6WP8NRY/s1600-h/1208_confusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsykSnyLVnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0mB6WP8NRY/s320/1208_confusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lumiere.sopheava.com/2005/12/so-much-confusion.html"&gt;Lumiere.sopheava.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-3175406408881747516?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/3175406408881747516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/them.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3175406408881747516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3175406408881747516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/them.html' title='Them;;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsykSnyLVnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A0mB6WP8NRY/s72-c/1208_confusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-1111021671378441904</id><published>2009-10-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T07:19:05.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character of My Week;</title><content type='html'>Patrick;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever imagined a Bonny without Clyde? A tom without Jerry? A powerpuff girl without some crime to illuminate? A Batman without Robin? I know I haven't. Wanna know why? Because it just isn't done. You see, There's a whole lotta significance in these wingmen, or "sidekicks"; call them as you may. That's what makes this week's character equally as important as Spongebob. I mean, sure Spongebob is who the show is about, but our little misguided friend, Patrick, makes it that much funnier to watch. His little no minded ways are exactly what makes him so special. So kudos to you Patrick ;] You're the character of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsitKamXlrI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZrDTulTzSEE/s1600-h/Patrick.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsitKamXlrI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZrDTulTzSEE/s320/Patrick.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://angel965.glogster.com/spongebob-or-patrick/"&gt;angel965.glosgster.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&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/483133544815846522-1111021671378441904?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/1111021671378441904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/character-of-my-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1111021671378441904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1111021671378441904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/character-of-my-week.html' title='Character of My Week;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsitKamXlrI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZrDTulTzSEE/s72-c/Patrick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-3625943518163939710</id><published>2009-10-03T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:32:47.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day without it all.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Imagine, on a day as normal as this, all your technological advantages were ... unavailable anymore. What would you do then? Do you think your life would be as "pleasant" as it was now? Imagine it.. Would we be lost without our many priveleges? Or would we be able to continue our lives like always. There would be no blogger, no phones, no internet, no nothing! Life would be hard work, wouldn't it? I just thought I'd write this post to be thankful for all the advantages we've gotten in our life, things our ancestors would've not even dreamed about having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Ssd8ZM4-C7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SYlLSwqI2-U/s1600-h/lost.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Ssd8ZM4-C7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SYlLSwqI2-U/s320/lost.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.investigatorconfidential.com/02-find-a-missing-person.htm"&gt;investigatorconfidential.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Truly yours, x&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/483133544815846522-3625943518163939710?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/3625943518163939710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-block.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3625943518163939710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3625943518163939710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/writers-block.html' title='A day without it all.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/Ssd8ZM4-C7I/AAAAAAAAACk/SYlLSwqI2-U/s72-c/lost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-2942824460253697039</id><published>2009-10-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:15:50.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few bumps on the road. x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsZRJaIExkI/AAAAAAAAACc/8j0P5YE11jw/s1600-h/clumsy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsZRJaIExkI/AAAAAAAAACc/8j0P5YE11jw/s320/clumsy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the word clumsy, what, or who's the first thing/person you think of? In my friends' case, its always me. I'm not proud of it really, bs I wanna explain 7altii likum; it might give you a laugh;p. See when I say clumsy, I don't just mean tripping down stairs, or stumbling in high heels. Its waay worse o.o I mean, it takes "real talent" to be as clumsy as me. Here are a few situations where I should have been really embarassed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tripping up stairs while stumbling on my own feet and falling, resulting in a colorful drink being painted on my white shirt (did I mention, in public?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Falling into one of those mop-on-wheels (u know the ones right? they have a huge bucket filled with icky water? uber embarassment;o) While dancing [yeah, I'm really serious;c].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my cardigan stuck on the stair rails while going up (It had that spring effect and I ended up wheere I was in the beginning), and bumped into a stranger (sorry person ;D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So you see, 7altii keseefa. I mean I should try and be more careful, but I think its impossible. Just another day in the life of Phlash. Hope you enjoyed my mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ps; Thank you&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.zazzle.com/drop_it_like_youre_clumsy_tshirt-235334608610992111"&gt;zazzle.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for the foto. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-2942824460253697039?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/2942824460253697039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-bumps-on-road-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2942824460253697039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/2942824460253697039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-bumps-on-road-x.html' title='A few bumps on the road. x'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsZRJaIExkI/AAAAAAAAACc/8j0P5YE11jw/s72-c/clumsy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-3633337838889963622</id><published>2009-09-30T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:17:41.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination; New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start spreading the news, Im leaving today&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part of it - new york, new york&lt;br /&gt;These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray&lt;br /&gt;Right through the very heart of it - new york, new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake up in a city, that doesnt sleep&lt;br /&gt;And find Im king of the hill - top of the heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues, are melting away&lt;br /&gt;Ill make a brand new start of it - in old new york&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it there, Ill make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you - new york, new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New york, new york&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And find Im a number one top of the list, king of the hill&lt;br /&gt;A number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little town blues, are melting away&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make a brand new start of it - in old new york&lt;br /&gt;And if I can make it there, Im gonna make it anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It up to you - new york new york&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New york &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsNnRnDIefI/AAAAAAAAACU/B9JItqa3kq4/s1600-h/NewYork.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsNnRnDIefI/AAAAAAAAACU/B9JItqa3kq4/s320/NewYork.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankyou&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fergusonphotography/3056953388/"&gt;FergusonPhotography&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this foto. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-Dedicated to the most lively city in the world. Everything I need to say about this magnificent is found in the lyrics of this song. Frank Sinatra's &lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/music/Frank+Sinatra?l=0"&gt;New York New York&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Truly yours, x&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/483133544815846522-3633337838889963622?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/3633337838889963622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/destination-new-york.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3633337838889963622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/3633337838889963622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/destination-new-york.html' title='Destination; New York'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsNnRnDIefI/AAAAAAAAACU/B9JItqa3kq4/s72-c/NewYork.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-1257843941724802418</id><published>2009-09-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:52:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniac;;</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You're Tired, Yet not a wink of sleep you can get. Your nervous, shaky even. No matter what you try you can't relax. It's been days since you last had a good night's sleep. What is it that's troubling you this much? If even you don't know the answer to that, how's anyone supposed to help you out? You're numb, and you have no Idea what's to happen next. You're scared you might be left alone with your thoughts at one point... What would you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsIfBDkFYyI/AAAAAAAAACM/rTOWGSIXtuo/s1600-h/i185625157_12269_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsIfBDkFYyI/AAAAAAAAACM/rTOWGSIXtuo/s320/i185625157_12269_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ps; the picture is completely out of context, but I thought it looked neat. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-1257843941724802418?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/1257843941724802418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomniac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1257843941724802418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1257843941724802418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomniac.html' title='Insomniac;;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsIfBDkFYyI/AAAAAAAAACM/rTOWGSIXtuo/s72-c/i185625157_12269_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-159781023153313664</id><published>2009-09-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:39:35.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Them;</title><content type='html'>So this is a lil' thing I thought I'd start. It'll just be the Idea of a girl and a boy, in a confusing conversation. This isn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily real or false, It's just one of those conversations you wish you had more insight on.&amp;nbsp;Comment as you may x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsDmqV876rI/AAAAAAAAACE/sf5vrbmWQVs/s1600-h/faithless-insomnia-eurodance_imagenGrande.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsDmqV876rI/AAAAAAAAACE/sf5vrbmWQVs/s320/faithless-insomnia-eurodance_imagenGrande.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her; [Laughing at his every word] Your are so amusing! (as she moves closer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him; hehheh (moves a bit farther) ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her;&amp;nbsp;(While Batting Eyelashes)&amp;nbsp;You know I thnk *cut off by him*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him; You know; I think it's getting late. I'll call later (knowing he never will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-159781023153313664?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/159781023153313664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/159781023153313664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/159781023153313664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/them.html' title='Them;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SsDmqV876rI/AAAAAAAAACE/sf5vrbmWQVs/s72-c/faithless-insomnia-eurodance_imagenGrande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-747018528707567921</id><published>2009-09-23T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:40:31.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Character of my Week;</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm thinking everyweek or so, I'll post up a character I adore. It can be anyone from Cartoon characters to real life rolemodels. So here you go;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kinda model;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you guys, but I think this guy is hott! Why you ask I would post this? Why not I say ;D&lt;br /&gt;Name: Marlon Teixeira&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Model; Man of my dreams. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFvbWbhzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nC-7T6YUwyk/s1600-h/marlon0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFvbWbhzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nC-7T6YUwyk/s320/marlon0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delicious ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFzFv895I/AAAAAAAAAB8/P4pgVkMO310/s1600-h/ValentiniRussellMarlonTeixeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFzFv895I/AAAAAAAAAB8/P4pgVkMO310/s320/ValentiniRussellMarlonTeixeira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From "You Better Work" - an editorial in Hercules Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFr3aSHFI/AAAAAAAAABk/PljIoM6LrE8/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFr3aSHFI/AAAAAAAAABk/PljIoM6LrE8/s320/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;headshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFtrwD-TI/AAAAAAAAABs/o0iXfjhfZfo/s1600-h/marlon-teixeira-006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFtrwD-TI/AAAAAAAAABs/o0iXfjhfZfo/s320/marlon-teixeira-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From "Fur'ious" - an editorial in L'officiel Hommes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://models.com/models/Marlon-Teixeira/news"&gt;Models.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;For most of these pics:]&lt;br /&gt;Truly Yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-747018528707567921?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/747018528707567921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/character-of-my-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/747018528707567921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/747018528707567921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/character-of-my-week.html' title='Character of my Week;'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrqFvbWbhzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nC-7T6YUwyk/s72-c/marlon0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-8891598809813730203</id><published>2009-09-19T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:05:24.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3eidkum Mbaraaak!;*</title><content type='html'>3eidkum Mbaraak All! Hope you enjoy the day after Ramadan. Who remember's their frst 3eed? Athker ayam il 6fuula lama me and cuzins kinna nyame3 our 3eed money and splurge on toys ib fantasy world [The 90's haha]. How simple life was back then! Enough about me though, enjoy your 9 day weekend;* I know I am;p&lt;br /&gt;Truly Yours, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps; ya naas I dont get this adding a link of where you got ur pic thing ;o I mean I know i shouldnt just "steal" the pic, but I'm trying to give u ppl credit and its not working ;c plz help if u know anything about it. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/483133544815846522-8891598809813730203?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/8891598809813730203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/3eidkum-mbaraaak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/8891598809813730203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/8891598809813730203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/3eidkum-mbaraaak.html' title='3eidkum Mbaraaak!;*'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-1553533926841030327</id><published>2009-09-18T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:07:51.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunafa.</title><content type='html'>Description: Cheesy and sweet goodness in one savory dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seriously, what's my favorite thing to eat at grandma's 3azeemas? Kunafa! I adore the person who created this piece of edible perfection. Cheesey goodness, and sweeet syrup? How can it get any better than that?! ;o You're right; it can't (: . Well, I thought I'd post this in the spirit of Ramadhan before it ends; because u can't have a 3azeema at g.ma's without kunafa. I love you G.ma! And I'm sad that Ramadhan is ending ;c but I wish u all an early 3eedkum Mbaraak!;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrODLD1g7ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/24-corJ4PSs/s1600-h/kunafa+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrODLD1g7ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/24-corJ4PSs/s320/kunafa+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saharamiddleeasterneatery.com/desserts.html"&gt;[image]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/483133544815846522-1553533926841030327?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/1553533926841030327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/kunafa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1553533926841030327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/1553533926841030327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/kunafa.html' title='Kunafa.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrODLD1g7ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/24-corJ4PSs/s72-c/kunafa+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-5696761434081844781</id><published>2009-09-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:21:30.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing in Spain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKkBP5SgZI/AAAAAAAAABU/oyvsAx1PxOU/s1600-h/i189160951_52890_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKkBP5SgZI/AAAAAAAAABU/oyvsAx1PxOU/s320/i189160951_52890_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I wanna go clubbing in Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the sun always shines, and there's no rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing the night away to release my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a pleasent experience I will gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The headache from last night, I can't expain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this shower, will my worries go down the drain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think that's really cocaine?;o:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This random poem I cannot explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-For S;*&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/483133544815846522-5696761434081844781?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/5696761434081844781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/clubbing-in-spain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/5696761434081844781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/5696761434081844781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/clubbing-in-spain.html' title='Clubbing in Spain.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKkBP5SgZI/AAAAAAAAABU/oyvsAx1PxOU/s72-c/i189160951_52890_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-4767797910187372181</id><published>2009-09-17T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:09:13.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrJqiM_K5rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WYmMJCwuZsw/s1600-h/MR872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrJqiM_K5rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WYmMJCwuZsw/s320/MR872.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So I was out ilyom, minding my own business, when all of a sudden it hit me. I was in the smokers' section of a restauraunt [for no reason at all] when I noticed how many female smoker's there were. Athkir ayam awal you'd see like one or two smoking in public, and she'd be considered daring, since most women don't ever smoke in public (esp. bl Kwait!). Il7eeen there are more women smokers than the men in public. Don't get me wrong, I don't care [or mind it],Ma 9arlee akthar mn a month mn travel. So when did all this form? Il banat usualy they smoke ya out of the country, or in private. Just a surprising scene I guess ;S &lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; careful you guys, Don't over do it with the smoking. Your health is dear to me even if I don't know u ;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-4767797910187372181?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/4767797910187372181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/deud.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4767797910187372181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4767797910187372181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/deud.html' title='Deud.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrJqiM_K5rI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WYmMJCwuZsw/s72-c/MR872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-4229026986272289993</id><published>2009-09-15T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:23:16.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorie.</title><content type='html'>mem·o·ry &lt;script&gt;play_w2("M0212600")&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" height="21" style="margin: 1px;" width="13"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="344"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="556"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf" flashvars="sound_src=http://img.tfd.com/hm/mp3/M0212600.mp3" menu="false" width="13" height="21" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;(m&lt;img align="absBottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/ebreve.gif" /&gt;m&lt;img align="absBottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absBottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/schwa.gif" /&gt;-r&lt;img align="absBottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/emacr.gif" /&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pseg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;pl.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;mem·o·ries&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;The mental faculty of retaining and recalling past  experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;The act or an instance of remembering; recollection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;Ahhh the sweet feeling of&amp;nbsp;reminiscence. To every one, a memory is either good, bad, or both. The beauty in a memory is being able to recall those sweet feelings you had at the time this memory&amp;nbsp;occurred. It's things like memories of good that keep us hoping for a "better" in the future. Without memories, dreams, wishes, anything the mind thinks up really, what would our tomorow be like? A pile of boring, hopeless crap; Thats what it would be. If you'd like yoou can share a memorie of your own on this post. One of my favorites was of a friend I've known since Kindergarten. I probably haven't seen her mn arb3 sneeen, w 3ala 7athii I run into her this summer! It was nice getting to chat about what had happened in our lives, and we still keep in touch! I love you D;* [that's her;p]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;Truly yours, x&amp;nbsp;&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/483133544815846522-4229026986272289993?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/4229026986272289993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/memorie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4229026986272289993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/4229026986272289993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/memorie.html' title='Memorie.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-5220189755137597449</id><published>2009-09-15T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:22:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the green grass grows all around all around...</title><content type='html'>I remember, as a toddler, I used to love getting up in the morning to watch me some Barney. The whole sing along and join in the fun theme, as gay as I think that may seem now, was my thing when I was a kid. But you know what I thought the best thing about Barney was? The Treehouse! Ever since I was a kid, I've wanted one. And I STILL want one. How childish am I? haha;p A7es nafsee such a dork right now, Bs Think about it.. Wasn't there ever one of those things you wish u had or were (As a child. Or as an adult with a childish imagination;p)? Another one of those things I've wanted to do was fly.. But I Don't think being pushed off a tree will do me any good now, will it? &lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-5220189755137597449?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/5220189755137597449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-green-grass-grows-all-around-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/5220189755137597449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/5220189755137597449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-green-grass-grows-all-around-all.html' title='And the green grass grows all around all around...'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483133544815846522.post-493484006864529331</id><published>2009-09-15T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:51:18.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heey x.</title><content type='html'>Helloo Everyone! Awal shay Mbarak 3aleeikum Baagi il Shahar x. This is a new blog I thought of starting, and inshalla you like it. It's pretty much going to be a mix of just about everything I can ever think of writing :] Hope you enjoy my randomness.&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/483133544815846522-493484006864529331?l=phlashphotographies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/feeds/493484006864529331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/heey-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/493484006864529331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/483133544815846522/posts/default/493484006864529331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phlashphotographies.blogspot.com/2009/09/heey-x.html' title='Heey x.'/><author><name>Phlash.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNan2L5w9kU/SrKiPv6EaUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1gIsJL60nQ/S220/i185370374_61396_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
