<?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-115095833641402559</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:41:13.121+03:00</updated><category term='ali'/><category term='rawan'/><category term='F'/><category term='hi my name is...'/><category term='kuwait'/><category term='nouf'/><category term='Fahad'/><category term='let&apos;s keep this just between us okay'/><category term='N'/><title type='text'>Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1233548301195075311</id><published>2009-06-08T23:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:10:07.053+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 43--finale ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey everyone, this is the end of Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay.... hope you enjoyed it and enjoy the ending... I love you all ;***&lt;br /&gt;--Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hala" I replied silently. I could feel the burn rush through my back and Sa3ad squeezing my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks incredible, after all this time he still looks as sexy as hell and that's part of his charm; I'm still scared of him but he still looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he doesn't trick other girls like how he tricked me. He made it hard for me to let other people in. He made it hard for me to trust Sa3ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3adi akalmich digeega?" He asked, never removing his eyes from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Sa3ad, I was so scared but I wanted to get this over with. Sa3ad squeezed my hand then let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed 3abdullah outside the ba8allah, "Sh9ayer?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yi3arif?" He asked me as he glanced towards the ba8allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2." I replied looking down at my arms. Its been four years but at this moment, being with him the wounds felt so fresh, the hurt all came back, I was in that dark place again that I left a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas  yi3arif ina fee shay?" He asked me and I nodded silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan, ana asif 7ag kil ilee sawait feech." I looked at him, he looked like the 3abdullah I knew in the beginning of our relationship... not the 3abdulah i discovered after, not the 3abdullah that abused me. I'm not falling for his tricks any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"roo7 moot." i muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"na3am?" I felt his hand on my  arm, I shuddered and quickly moved my arm away. He reached out for it again and brought it to his face. He looked at the scars that were there because of him. My heart was beating a thousand miles per minute, I was back in that place, scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loosened my arm from his grip, "latjessnii!!" I snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan, gam atasiflich.... sa3ad may3arif..... tabeen it9ar5een weeyee wi3arif shino 9ar gabil?" He said with a scary smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's keep this just between us, okay?!" I snarled at him again and ran back to Sa3ad realizing my past will never be in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three weeks later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rawan is finally getting better. I'm the only other person that knows about the abuse. Those four years were really tough on her oo seeing Abdullah again is really hard. I'm so proud for how strong she is. She's much much better this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali?!" I asked as I ran to him and gave him a hug, "sh9aar?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its set!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I7lif!!! 5ala9?! 3indina taree5... 3indina mukan?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee.. May 17" he said as he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh!!!!! Aliii.. ma agdar an6ir! We're getting married!" MAY 17!!! MAY 17!!! MAY 17!!! that's all I could think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wrapped my arms around him and kissed my handsome fiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's keep these kisses just between us, okay?" He said as he laughed, his lips next to mine. His laughter echoed throughout the room, "I don't want Rawan to know everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too late.&lt;/span&gt; I thought as I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw my evil expression and laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May9eer yibga shay minich BAS 7agii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe.... galbi kila" I responded cheesily..what can I do? I'm so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That, is enough for me." He replied in his sexy deep voice and kissed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah jahiz? Lazim insa3id Fahood...." I asked when we came up for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee yallah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fahad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*txt recieved from Nouf*:&lt;br /&gt;yallah I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm so nervous... I hope she likes this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehehe, I smiled to myself.... kilish matwa8a3t ina we'd end up kilina chithii.... Sa3ad oo Rawan; Ana oo Nouf; oo Fahad oo Shoug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lail7een ma a9adig ina Nouf, the beautiful lady sitting right next to me in my Aston Martin, nagatnii... oo mitakid ina kil 7ayati a7is ine ma astahilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7adi mistansa 7ag Fahad." Galatli oo i7na na6reen bara bait Shoug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ala3tha, ma gidart asheel i3yoona 3anha..... she's beautiful... oo galbha 6ayib... oo she's so selfless... I am in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chafatni with her beautiful brown eyes oo 7marat, "Ali! hehe.... bas la6ali3een chithii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my fingers on her chin and brought her face closer and closer, "intay il7een 7alali.... latgooleenlii may9eer a6ali3 hal jamal kithir ma abi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7marat mara thanya oo hal mara akthar.. ityanin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep beep*&lt;br /&gt;*txt msg min Fahad*&lt;br /&gt;Yallah jahzeen? Dishaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jahza?" Si2alt Nouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee... Yallah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Something fishy is going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad, Ali, Nouf, oo Rawan shkither yitsaserooon.... madri laish, maybe b/c i'm new in their group aw shay bas matwa8a3.... ya3ni kilihum 7ababeen they're all so adorable in their own way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo things between me and Fahad are going great... ya3ni 9ij 9ij mirta7a ma3a 3ogob ma 3arafnii 3ala il jama3a oo ga3adt ma3ahum oo chift ina 9ij yi7bni kither ma a7iba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas madri laish this past week 3indihum shay 9ayer... oo kil ma as2al yisawoon ru7hum baree2een.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ding dong* jaras il bait.... as usual, i'm not expecting anyone.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yimkin Fhaid nafs a5er mara &lt;/span&gt;I think to  myself and laugh as I open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I see is a big arrow on the ground and another one after it. The third one says "follow me" and so I lock the door behind me and follow it like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il shari3 9a5a... maku a7ad 6ali3 hal wagt which was kind of freaky bas exciting.... i followed the arrows oo they led to Ali's Aston Martin that girls go crazy over bas there was noone behind the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Nouf. It rang but she didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called Ali which I rarely do, "Hallah Shoug." He greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3ali, sayartik jidam baitna.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and ended the conversation which left me in total confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the laugh again and made sure that the converation ended, which it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe, ana ihnii..." He came from behind me, his keys in his hands, "yallah ta3alay....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"laiiish? wain ray7een? oo tara iti9alt 3ala Nouf ma jawibat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee... it's a surprise" he winked. He has the same handsome features as Fahad. He's really goodlooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment my phone rang, it was Nouf, "Halah Nouf, what's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehehehehe..." she giggled chinha yahil, "it's a surprise... go with ali.....! trust me, don't worry he's not going to kill  u or anything...." she babbled on, "i know it seems scary ina quiet street oo 3ali yaylich min out of nowhere, but its ok... trust me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;, "ok yallah kanii ray7a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I replied oo got into the car with Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned the radio off, so we can talk I guess. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wain ray7een?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nishrab gahwa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heheh! kil hatha 3ashan nishrab gahwa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiled at that, a knowing smile and looked at me, "itchoofeen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him the whole way and he noticed, "you're making me nervous." galii which made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bas kint afakir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3an shino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"inta oo nouf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled when I said her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5ala9 3araft." I said and smiled to myself. I love the look people get when you mention the name of someone the love unconditionally and completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me confused but kept on driving and we just talked about random things until we got to Caribou Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Umbay ana oo Rawan are so giddy! we can't stop laughing and giggling oo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;byi'6ba7na because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAS!!!! we have to finish! they'll be back soon!!" zafna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min wain yibt il mufta7?" si2lita Rawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chift wain 7a6ita..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shda3wa matgoolina.." I huffed sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A5af itboogoonha... it's only for family." He said proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"la tistanis oo it3eesh il door min il7een she still didn't say yes." Rawan commented which made me and her laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chub." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... ya nas... shh!!! come here!!! to this spot!!" Rawan exclaimed excitedly so we went over to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino Rawan?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; asked impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; F &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; N.&lt;/span&gt;... WE'RE DONE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stayed silent and took it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked STUNNING.... so romantic and so perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5osh fikra ina we steal the key oo injahiz il mukan 3ala ma 3ali yidoor feeha, &lt;/span&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so romantic Fahad, this was a great idea!!" I said as I hugged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smiling. He was in love and happy. He was smiling. We smiled because of how happy he looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." He said, "Yallah, go go go!" He exclaimed as his phone rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AND QUE!" I screamed oo ana oo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; 6al3een.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the house with Ali fussing next to me... I seriously don't get what's going on... they're acting as if they planned a surprise birthday party bas my birthday isn't for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay yallah ana rayi7.... have fun..." Sa3ad said oo ohwa mishta6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okaaayyy.." I was so confused, "thanks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anytime." He winked and rushed to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door and as I walked inside I bumped into something, actually a lot of somethings... heart shaped pink and red ballons were put all over.... and as I passed those I noticed the ground was lit up as a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles were placed around the floor in the shape of a huge art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it he stood with a box in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started forming in my eyes as I got closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the center of the heart and stood next to him, he knelt on one knee which made the tears come out more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shouga, hatha 9ij chicken nugget style bas amoot 3alaich oo kint baraweech ishkithir..... Shoug , I LOVE you. Intay 7ayatii il7een.... Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trembled and fell to the floor, tears gushing out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say were these six words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Fahad, I love you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you readers ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope you liked the story ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;love you all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Hi, My Name Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1233548301195075311?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1233548301195075311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-43-finale.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1233548301195075311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1233548301195075311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/06/part-43-finale.html' title='part 43--finale ;)'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-6912011129537503391</id><published>2009-05-31T09:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:39:21.343+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Making History... KUWAIT! ;)</title><content type='html'>This is so exciting! &lt;div&gt;9ij 9ij ya3ni this is history in the making! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do  you know what I'm talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The women in parliament?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching them voting and organizing right now, it's SO exciting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masooma Imbarak ya7lailha 7ail midmaja... It made me smile how mishta6a she was when they wanted to see who wanted to run for vice-president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; how some of the men are supporting the women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did anyone else see the 8asim &amp;amp; what are your thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-6912011129537503391?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/6912011129537503391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-history-kuwait.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6912011129537503391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6912011129537503391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-history-kuwait.html' title='Making History... KUWAIT! ;)'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-8984714993157362966</id><published>2009-05-30T23:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:38:07.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break Update</title><content type='html'>I just finished episode 22...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most depressing and tragic yet most beautiful ending ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch episode 23 tomorrow... is that the final episode?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-8984714993157362966?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/8984714993157362966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/prison-break-update.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8984714993157362966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8984714993157362966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/prison-break-update.html' title='Prison Break Update'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7959443560554549777</id><published>2009-05-30T15:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:58:09.549+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>I'm continuing Prison Break, the final season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped before at like episode 14 and these past two days I'm watching an episode after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The series is just heart-breaking.... I still can't believe what happened with Bellick, poor guy. I keep trying to analyze his death scene but I don't come to any conclusion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, T-Bag made me laugh so much in episode 18 where he was trying to stall as the others got into the embassy... I don't want to say too much and spoil Prison Break for those who haven't seen it but I'm just going to say, I thought he was going to pull a gun when he locked himself to the gate. That was truly shocking and it made me laugh... it was unbelievable.. and then it was even funnier when he talks about elephants and in the end the indian guy tells him, "Sir, I don't believe that is a true fact sir." That was CLASSIC, it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really really hate the mother... and I cried so much in episode 19...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I rambling off or does anyone out there understand what I'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... who else out there is a PRISON BREAK LOVER?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7959443560554549777?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7959443560554549777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/prison-break.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7959443560554549777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7959443560554549777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-6508146556571003734</id><published>2009-05-29T11:58:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:18:56.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 42</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooof oooof oooof ooof!! A7IBA A7IBA A7IBA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AMOOOT 3ALAI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting with him at his chalet that overlooks the beach... oo just imagine, imagine what he did......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jahazli picnic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the sweetest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7a6lina umbrella on the sand oo a blanket oo MIN 9IJA yayeb sala feeha akil, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sawaita kila ibroo7ik?!" Sa2alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallah tabeen il 9ara7a?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, eee!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana 7a6ait il akil bil sala bas wallah omi allah yi3afeeha 6ib5atlina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allaaaah!! YA7LAILHA!!!" I squeeled. I looked around on the beach, ma kan ako a7ad yet so I jumped on him and wrapped my arms around him, laughing hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahhaaaii! Shakilha 5a6eebti yanat!" He replied oo shayilni.. bida yamshii feenii laman il mai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEYYY!! Laaaa2!!" 9ara5t oo ana a'67ak oo ma agdar atnafas.... "Heyyyy!" Bas ya3ni akeed, I was loving it oo kilish ma3indi mani3 inee a6ee7 bil mai.... AMOOT 3ala il siba7a... oo Sa3ad yi3arif inee I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La la, lazim takleen awal.. ma sawait kil hatha 3ala wala shay." He calmed down oo shalne ib his arms... oo nizalna 3ind il blanket oo ga3adna nakil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9ij ga3deen ib chalet bil kuwait..  oo kila ramil ile moo moree7 ... oo fee wayid lady bugs ...bas min 9ijee, it was SO ROMANTIC!! Wayyyyy iyanin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ogob ma 5ala9na, oo tara akil Khalti Sara 3ajeeeeb-ya36eeha alf 3afya, ga3adna oo solafna oo '6a7akna... I was so comfortable... Il 7amdila ya rab ina 7a9alt wa7id galba 6ayib oo 9ij 9ij ya3ni the PERFECT FIT 7age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faj2a gam oo shalniii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo hal mara rika'6 lai il may oo ga6nii da5il wana MAYTA min il '6i7ik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la3abna bil may oo siba7na oo kilshay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo il fikra ilee itmor ib rasii 6ool hal wagt: A7IBAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showering oo spending time together inside the chalet,  libsana oo we went to the ba8ala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hand laced into mine oo his fingers outlined my hand slowly.. it was like a secret thing between the two of us.. 5alani a7is ib goosebumps oo il ibtisima itshig wayhi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da5alna il ba8ala oo garab 3alai 3ashan manbayin ashkara... ya3ni 9ij ra7 nitzawaj bas i7na bil q8... u know how people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kint baroo7 9oob il ice-cream  wella achoof a REALLY familiar figure... there's no way on earth I wouldn't know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be awkward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face Sa3ad but I'm absolutely sure he noticed since he tensed up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my arm on his hand, about to convince him that we should leave the ba8ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;saw us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;looks as great as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;has a healthy tan, and I could see that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;was working out as his arms and legs were more muscular, and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;just shaved... wow, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, my heart sped up a bit at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;saw us and smiled his sexy smile as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;approached us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallah Sa3ad, Hallah Rawan." Abdulla, my ex-fiance greeted us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-6508146556571003734?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/6508146556571003734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-42.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6508146556571003734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6508146556571003734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-42.html' title='part 42'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3200392654934687394</id><published>2009-05-11T22:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:37:57.321+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Rockets and Realizations.</title><content type='html'>6afkum ilyoum ib Johnny... I had a "Big Apple" aw shay chithii o bigt cham gi63at apple pie from my sister oo kalait half a brownie sundae.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'3air hatha route 66 and fries.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbay banfijir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo la7a'6t shay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my posts are EXTREMELY SHORT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7amdilla wi shikir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the old parts and thinking "what an idiot!" hahah... shal posts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I still write the same amounts... bas shasawii ya3ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,  I was proud of the last post.... it was long compared to the others.. wasn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to sylar lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3200392654934687394?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3200392654934687394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/johnny-rockets.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3200392654934687394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3200392654934687394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/johnny-rockets.html' title='Johnny Rockets and Realizations.'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-5670812481809903587</id><published>2009-05-11T21:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:47:20.998+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone just wanted to post a shout out to this really cool new blog that surfaced the Kuwait love stories blogosphere.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's written by a person called Pimple and it's sooo good, not blog good, but book good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you all to read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.willtherebelove.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go take a look and tell me what you think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you. ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-5670812481809903587?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/5670812481809903587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/shout-out.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5670812481809903587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ring&lt;/span&gt;...... min a7la il aflam ib rayii....... libast my comfiest pjs oo na'6aratii (3ashan yabeeli ra7a min contacts) oo na3alii ilee amoot 3alai (it's white oo the softest fluffy na3al ever!) oo bas.... ga3adt ib ra7ti... kilman kan 6ali3 oo i wasn't expecting anyone fa 8arart asawii a "lazy day" ....&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri7t il ma6ba5 oo zahabtlii icecream (vanilla min baskin robbins) ooo popcorn... 5athatlii diet coke oo chips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ada bala3a bas whatever... mithil ma gilt, it's my lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took all the food with me to the tv room oo 3adalt 8anaftiii oo 7a6ait il akil jidamiii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ada buffet junk food. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da5alt il movie oo 3ala ma il da3ayat yabdoon fakart ib Fahad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really love him&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I truly do..... Ya3ni I'm in love with him, for heaven's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas he doesn't love me.... a7isa he may love me bas nafs il wagt yi7ib Nouf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ibnaya ma tadriii ishsawat fee... ma tadree shloon 5alita 9a3ab yi7ib a7ad thani....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet her to see what she's like, because Fahad used to (still is?) love her I'm sure she's one of the best girls on the planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to meet her, but I feel as though she's going to be very intimidating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid she'll turn out to be someone I just can't compete with for Fahad's love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo a5af i'll get hurt b/c i fell hard in love with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that he wants bas nafs il wagt I can't be the one that heals him... I just can't heal his broken heart min Nouf, I can't, ---- Mabii akoon that girl.... il "rebound" girl he uses to get over the girl he's in love with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Fahad isn't that type of guy, but still, he really loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo it really hurt me shino sawa feenii... ya3ni lail7een I think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrii, adrii ina he apoligized to me A THOUSAND TIMES and I KNOW he was hurt at the time but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time he kissed me IN PUBLIC never the less was really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an innocent girl... oo bint 3ayla oo kilshay.... Fahad il wa7eed ilee I started "Dating"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas bil bidaya I knew he was still in love with Nouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo I also knew inee I'm falling for him.... I just couldn't help it... fa I hung on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas mara kina ib ma63am ib merridian.. ri7na ihnak 3ashan 7ada 9a5a oo ma7ad ra7 ichoofna.... oo faj2a Fahad starts kissing my neck.... KISSING MY FREAKING NECK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT THAT TYPE OF GIRL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo he admitted ba3dain inee he's really sorry oo he just did it b/c he saw Nouf's best friend walk by (Isimha Rawan china)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so freaking mad, I told him quietly to take me home, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo 9ara5t 3alai laman gilt bas bil sayara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a slut that makes out in public! Oooo I don't want to be Nouf's freaking sloppy seconds!!" 6ala3t kill ilee feeni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo Fahad realized how I was falling for him, his eyes became huge... he looked at me with shock... oo apologized a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he filled my car up with my favorite flowers and a huge "I'm sorry." card on the seat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He treated me better from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;... the movie's starting, titles are rolling.. 7a6ait il popcorn 3ala my lap and started munching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fahad 3indiha il7een&lt;/span&gt; i thought... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he told me biroo7 3indiha 7ag il 5i6ba... his cousin wanted him to...plus he had to b/c he was still Nouf's best friend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course ya3ni I was a bit jealous... bas shasawii.... inshallah he behaves...i really hope he's over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways indimajt bil film..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbay 9ij yi5ari3 il part wain ti6la3 min il tv!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEP* (msg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;umbay 5ara3nii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ala3t mobileee wella msg min F: "What are you up to, Shougii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ana brooo7i, kilman 6ali3.... a6ali3 film yi5ari3.....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radait 3ala and got back to my movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma achoof walla 3ogob moda yirin il jaris....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmm... who could it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I'm in my PJS! not expecting anyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta7 il bab wella ib kil thi8a .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAHAD?!?!!!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHISAWEE IHNI?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Shoug." He greeted me oo yi6ali3nii min foug la ta7at... shakla moo bas binfijir (he was seriously going to laugh) ..... umbay 7adii ista7ait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I interuppting something?" Si2alnii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha, chub! Shitsawee ihneee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yatlich... i really miss you...." he came closer for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a hug-abble person!! He squeezes so hard, his hug is like a huge bear hug... I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss you too...Shloon kan ilyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zain, they look really good together.... I'm so happy for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eyed him... " You are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a6anii il wurood he brought... wallah 9ar 3indii colleciton min his flowers hehhehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed..."Shoug ma a7ib al3ab feech.... I swear I'm all yours now.... cham mara lazim I convince you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad, inta matchoof shino ana achoof oo shino chift!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, mali 5ulg I argue now.... I just want to be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to argue either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kina lail7een wagfeen 3al baab. He peeked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mita radeen ahlich oo il bajee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bacher... ra7aw il chalet." 6ala3t wayha oo his expression oo i3yoona to see his mood today.... he seemed to be saying the truth, he came for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7ayak allah, itdish?" Sa2alta (This is the second time he comes in.... let me remind you, I'm not that type of girl. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeee.... widee achoof il scary movie ma3ach... 3ashan laman it5afeen, u'll jump on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha-ha ti7lam! Bikoon il 3aks" I winked, "Go to the TV room, I'll go change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, laaa 5aleech... mabi a5arib 3alaich... shaklich 9ij mirta7a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, this was going to be my "lazy day""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahah, 7ilwa hathii.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roo7 choof il akel ba3dain ti'67ak..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo on and on we went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw the movie... i just stayed in his arms... it felt SO right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still felt it wasn't enough, i always have this feeling that he wants Nouf.... it doesn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shoug?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mhhmm?" 7adi I zoned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallah a7ibich intay.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9ij?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee, please don't worry about Nouf... I fell for you.... oo not in the rebound type of girl way.... I really love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." I whispered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-8487354216147000077?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/8487354216147000077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/41b.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8487354216147000077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8487354216147000077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/41b.html' title='part 41B'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-2963326193848329511</id><published>2009-05-10T19:03:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:41:57.574+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 41-A</title><content type='html'>Heey I'm on my way to the gym with my friends....&lt;br /&gt;When I get back I'll post part b inshallah&lt;br /&gt;Thank u all for reading ;* &lt;br /&gt;Love uuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/henny77/358121267/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/358121267_57b0108d0f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 271px; height: 201px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/henny77/358121267/"&gt;Still in love? I think so ; )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/henny77/"&gt;Henný G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fahad&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;wana bil sayara sa2altha shitsawii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wi9alii minha msg: "ana brooo7i, kilman 6ali3.... a6ali3 film yi5ari3.....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gam at5ayal shakilha 5ayfa weemjabla hal film .... hahahah, miskeena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara mayloog 3alaiha ina it7eeb aflam it5ari3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a9lan it5aaaf 3ogob matchoofhum.... bas lail7een madri laish, itmooooot 3alaihum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wi9alt baitha... oo shilt il '3itra wa 3igal oo nizalt min il sayara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weediii afaji2ha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazalt il wurood il bee'6 ma3ay... (her favorite) oo 6agait il jaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fit7at il bab oo shakilha FILM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha3arha rab6ita wara oo 5i9al 6ay7a oo labsa her "geek" glasses..... oo '3air hatha labsa it3arfoon il soft ni3al ileee laaazim il banat yikoon 3induhimiya? ee? hathaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yatlee il '6a7ka... ya3ni i was about to laugh..... mit3awid 3ala Nouf tilbis chithii bas moo ihya.....awal mara achoofha chithi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faha--aaa--ad? shitsawii ihnii?" shakilha 5afat minee akthar min il movie! hatha thanii mara azoorha ib baitha.... kila we meet outside..... bas kint lazim achoofha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radait 3alaiha wana a5izha min foug laman ta7at, "Hi Shoug." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-2963326193848329511?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/2963326193848329511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-41.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2963326193848329511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2963326193848329511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-41.html' title='part 41-A'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/358121267_57b0108d0f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4654348637225451551</id><published>2009-05-06T20:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:11:18.481+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Time To End This Story?</title><content type='html'>Hey readers, it's up to you, should I continue&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;do you think this is the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I end it, I'll start another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you want me to continue it, I'll try to keep making the story nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all and thank you all for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;****,&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome back My Little Secret! Looking forward to new posts, soon. (na8za hehe) ;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-4654348637225451551?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/4654348637225451551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-time-to-end-this-story.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4654348637225451551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4654348637225451551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-time-to-end-this-story.html' title='Is It Time To End This Story?'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7917816827255711942</id><published>2009-04-20T23:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:05:37.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 40-B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;btw part 40-A was before this.. just for who haven't read it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bidoon la afakir, ibtisamt....I was completly dazed and mesmerized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadamlii akthar..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I shut my eyes oo 7asait the touch of his lips.... oo my mind 3alag! I forgot everything else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was the most earth shattering mind blowing kiss ever.... ya rab.... shino hatha il first kiss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oo I wasn't doing anything wrong.. 9a7? Ya3nii I was practically married to him... engaged, okay, bas ya3ni... you catch my drift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and opened my eyes, oo his lips were smiling too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed... oh God, kan 7ada igriib oo 9oot '6a7kita min igreeb 5alanii widee a8fiz 3alai! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ityanineen." Galii oo ohwa yiwa5ir sha3ra min wayhi ma3a his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm..." Ya3nii 9ij I couldn't respond!! 9a6alt...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehhehe..." He came closer and kissed me again which was even better than the first kiss... no I'm just kidding, nothing will top that one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faj2a I started blushing, 7aiiil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is too much for me... "Okay Sa3ad, kafii... that's all you're getting."  I teased him, bista 3ala 5ada mara thanya oo I stepped back trying to recollect myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this spell he cast has on me? I'm completly and utterly in love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7917816827255711942?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7917816827255711942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-40-b.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7917816827255711942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7917816827255711942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-40-b.html' title='part 40-B'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7353923827535763309</id><published>2009-04-20T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:58:18.289+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 40  dedicated to Starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This dedicated to you... ;) :D from a guy's point of view... bas don't tell me if I didn't warn you if it doesn't sound like a guy is talking..hhehehh. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I loved your comment, it made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY hope you find that guy... and as soon as you do, tell me. ;***&lt;br /&gt;hehe :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love you all.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hope you're enjoying the story so far.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;;** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA3AD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan ityaninii.... I swear itha jasatnii aw basatnii ON THE CHEEK ba3ad mara, ra7 ayin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas ma agdar..... ya3nii she's perfect oo ityaniin oo she looks so beautiful right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mita ra7 nitzawaj 3ashan itboosiinii 9ij?" si2altha.... oo ana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;min 9ijii&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jarabt a3arif shino yimer feeha min  i3yoonha ma agdar!!!... '6i7kat oo i5dooda 9araw 7umar.... wideeee a5ethum!! Bas 5ala9! umbay ma agdar asta7mil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galat shay 3an il mood bas ma atthakar shino.... ya rab.... shino hal jamal.... ma gidart asheel i3yoonii minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma a9adig inee batzwajha.... mita ya rab mita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si2latnii 3an il akil oo chinii ga6ait nikta 3ashan '6i7akat.... bas mithil ma gilt ma athakir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan it5aleeniii ansa nafsee oo shino 7awalaaineee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayiha garab 3alai.... o 7asait bara6imha 3ala 5ade.... mara thanya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la2 la2 Rawan....... shitsaweeen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas 5ala9, i'm going in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gi'6abt eedha 7ayl oo talatha 3indii..... wayiha ta7t wayhiii ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insi7art ib i3yoonhaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm..." Radat oo imbayin inha mo mistaw3eeba oo a3arif il i7saas.... 3ala goolat-ha mara galatliii shigooloon il banat? mesmirisesised? shay chithii bas hatha ilee a7isa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmirisesised.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garabt wayhii 3ala wayiha ......... oo ana mayit min il 5oof.... mabii a'3a9ibha... tawnii ala7i'6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas chiftha tibtisim.... hal ibtisama ilee it5aleeeni ayiiin akthar oo 3araft inha tabee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nazalt rasiii akthar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7353923827535763309?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7353923827535763309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-40-dedicated-to-starlight.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7353923827535763309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7353923827535763309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-40-dedicated-to-starlight.html' title='part 40  dedicated to Starlight'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7641928989085359213</id><published>2009-04-19T21:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:38:43.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 39</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOUF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad opened it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, Rawan, and I waited patiently in the living ro&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;om...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach fluttering, my heart pounding, my nervousness increasing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan squeezed my hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il salam 3alaikum." I heard the sexiest, deepest voice ever say, soon to be my husband's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3alaikum il salam, tafa'6alaw." My dad replied oo I can hear from his voice that he was smiling which made me smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first face I saw was Ali and I smiled automatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach kept on fluttering but my heart calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled back, his teeth nice and white. He had a beautiful smile.  He never removed his eyes from me. He looked so handsome! He was wearing a dishdasha, nice and clean and white (it made his teeth seem whiter), oo his '3itra and 3igal oo he shaved.... he looked so dreamy.... i couldn't believe he was going to be mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il salam 3alaikum." He greeted us all, but his eyes remained on me, I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3alaikum il salam, shloonik Ali?" My mom replied oo Ali seemed very reluctant to remove his gaze but did turn to face my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbay il jaw moo 6abi3ee... it's very formal... we're never like this around each other... but I love it... it makes everything seem so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad sat next to me, Rawan on the other side. After ten minutes Ali came over, his eyes showing he's up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad eedaa "Nouf ta3alay, 5ansoolif." He smiled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole room was quiet, I cringed crazily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe, okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashlaaaaa!! Jidam all the adults 7a6ait eedii ib eeda oo i walked with him to the other side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and talked oo gradually the whole room was back to normal and talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed for about two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ali walked by me to leave, I swear I heard him say "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas it felt like the wind, just a small thing passing by.... but ahhh amoot 3alaiii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU ;****"  I sent a msg to Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed because I was exhausted, it was such a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ANA MA56OOBA!!!&lt;/span&gt; I squeeled to myself and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Nouf's house after I saw her asleep on the bed... Shakilha moo bas yishawig!! She was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMILING &lt;/span&gt;while sleeping! She looked like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents imsafreen fa laman rija3t il bait oo chift il bab kan maftoo7 3abali radaw as a surprise bidoon laigooloonlii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo I missed them so very much... fita7t il bab oo da5alt expecting them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped into the 9alah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wella shino?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see CANDLES.... CANDLES!!!  all over the living room ooo they smelled so good!&lt;br /&gt;oo i smelled shay '3air candles.... my stomach growled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;food &lt;/span&gt;i smell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shisalfaa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7asait ib a7ad's arms around me, oo the most heart melting voice ever, "Ishtagtlich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa3aaaaad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iltafat 3alai oo I wrapped my arms around his neck.... wana afakir &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;min wain 6ila3tliiii ya 7ilo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his face was glowing oo 6al3een shi3oor around his lips (he hasn't shaved in two days) that looked so sexy. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mita ra7 nitzawaj 3ashan itboosiinii 9ij?" Si2alnii.. which made me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chub Sa3ad.. you're ruining the mood!! Hehheeheh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya intay ma3a il mood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nudged my nose with his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah ta3aly , let's eat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm... latgooliii inta 6iba5ta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chef Sa3ad, at your service!" He said with a goofy grin.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IYANIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him another kiss on the cheek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misak eedii oo yawadnii 7ayl oo lafnii so i was facing him again... his body millimeters away from mine...  he looked deep into my eyes for what seemed like forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan?" Sasarlii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mmm...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came closer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I or shouldn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="460" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=119220934&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=119220934&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" height="460" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/119220934/"&gt;Echo&lt;/a&gt; by =&lt;a class="u" href="http://sugarock99.deviantart.com/"&gt;Sugarock99&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7641928989085359213?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7641928989085359213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-39.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7641928989085359213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7641928989085359213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-39.html' title='part 39'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3755550949749778302</id><published>2009-04-15T00:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:43:06.859+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 38</title><content type='html'>Nouf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Nouf, breathe Nouf, breathe.... I kept repeating to myself when Fahad left....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping and getting up and thinking about him and showering la7a'6t inee i'm in a really good place right now.... and so is everyone else... oo everyone is just so optimistic and happy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm glad for Fahad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I CAN'T WAIT FOR ALI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent him a msg: "ALI WAINIK? ABEEK TIYEE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rad 3ali..... "intay a9lan labsa?.... ana lail7een moo imjahiz my dishdasha!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino.. come ASAP!! i'm in my clothes and makeup.... i can't take it any longer!!" ba3athtla.... when in reality I was only in a robe since I just finished showering and my hair was still wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf... ha! itgi9een 3alai? tara ana a3arfich.. by now ur probably not even anywhere next to ur clothes.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"true.:( but i want to see youu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mo akthar minee... i love you Nouf, oo I can't wait to see you as my bride;* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;";**************"  radait 3alai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo ba3dain yat Rawan oo kalmana sa3ad 3ala ma sawat sha3rii oo chithii oo she looked FABULOUS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally 7:25!!! my family and I are all ready .... more than ready... come on come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll be here in 5 minutes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 msgs recieved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Fahad:&lt;br /&gt;"We're on the way, Ali mitwatir.. lazim itchoofeena! you better be nice to him ;p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Ali:&lt;br /&gt;*We're almost there ;***"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3755550949749778302?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3755550949749778302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-38.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3755550949749778302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3755550949749778302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-38.html' title='part 38'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7553485260159676572</id><published>2009-04-15T00:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:44:23.675+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 37</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libast oo itjahazt oo ri7t 3ind Nouf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanat tawha mitsab7a oo imbayin inha bachya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kilish mo wagta Noufiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufff shfeech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wayid imbayin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ala3tha chinee I'm thinking... bas ma kan yabeela thinking.... "Umm.... eee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh... bas kan Fahad.. oo it's exhausting mali 5ulg I go through what went again....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas everything's okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee.... eee.... I'm just so happy." Ibtasmat ibtisma shaga il wayh.. she was glowing even through her tired eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7amdillaaa!" '6i7akt... "Yallah 5al a3adlich...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ali3atnii faj2a oo  she whisteled, "Woot woot, someone's looking hot! Lat9eekeen 3alai il laila a5af ba3ad Ali yihidni wiyroo7lich!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibtisamt, "Haha, lat5afeen... ana already mash'3oola ma3a Sa3ad...." Waiii bas isma sends butterflies to his stomach, amoot 3alai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just today when i went home he sent me a msg: "pleaaaaase gooliileee ina Nouf ra7 titzawaj...oo inha ra7 tin5i6ibb..... yallah abii achoofich.... oo nouf ba3ad... bas intay akeed akthar... yallah 3ad Rawaaaaan ma asta7mil......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ringgg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7abibiiiii came on the screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halla yal boring," I winked to Nouf.... she smiled and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana il boring? Ba3amil ma3ach ba3dain.... 3a6eeni Nouf il7een bakalimha...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3a6aitha il mobile oo her face became serious madri shino galaha... 3ogob muda 6weela chan tibtisim her hundred wat smile oo ba3dain a3a6tinii il mobile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya7laila!" She mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aloo?" Radait 3ala bil telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haaay wain ra7at Nouf, ma 5ala9t.... oo make sure you don't put this on loudspeaker... a3arif suwalifkum tara!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hahha.... okay." I replied as I clicked loudspeaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf?" 9oo6ta came through, "are you on loudspeaker?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..." Radat 3alai.... good girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Nouf, ma 5ala9t..... i gave u a speech on marriage on guys oo baraktlich bas il7een abii minich shay...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ABEECH . ITRIDEENLI. RAWAN. FAHMA?! i can't take it any longer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihnii ana oo Nouf burst out laughing and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I KNEW i was on loudspeaker...." he whined.... "ohhh man... oh well...chiftay ishkithir a7ibich ya rawan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solafna ma3a as I did Nouf's hair and makeup and covered her puffy eyes.... he knows how to make anyone feel better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so FREAKING much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7553485260159676572?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7553485260159676572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-37.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7553485260159676572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7553485260159676572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-37.html' title='part 37'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3264277732233309792</id><published>2009-04-14T23:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:13:58.217+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 36... Congrats Shoug! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SORRY wallah sorry I didn't post for SO LONG!!! ahhh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so many things happened bas the thing you'd most be interested in is the story.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so first of all: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nora, heheh you got my hands back in action.... i'm typing, wallah i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;second of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoug, CONGRATS! You're the new character;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ga3adna 3ala frashii oo he kept rubbing my back to calm me down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready? Tismee3eenlii?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isimha Shoug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His girl&lt;/span&gt; has a name.....  Shoug.... Shoug.... Shoug....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to imagine her but nothing comes to mind.... I just want her to be bad and ugly...&lt;br /&gt;but of course I remembered, this is Fahad.... he deserves the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay.... oo ba3dain...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... choofay Nouf, I was in love with you for the longest time ever.... bas a couple of weeks after we all decided to be friends, I got to know Shoug..... oo min il bidiya she was one of the GREATEST people I've ever met...." He smiled, "Ya3nii wallah Nouf, it'6a7ik oo itwanis oo she's very carefeee..... oo down to earth...... oo 7adha ti9la7 itkoon rifeejtij..... i know i know you'll love her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at first.... wella il7een.... at first kina bas insoolif 5arabee6 small talk... it3araft 3alaiha min Sa3ood.... ihya i5ta... oo itmoot 3ala il kora mithli.... oo ga3adna suwalif..... oo il marat ilee 3ogba kint achoofha wayid amakin ma3a u5ooha..... ba3dain shway shway, bidait a7ibha... ooo..." sikat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Continue..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya3ni I got over you, somehow....." Nazal rasa embarrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo il7een intaw shino..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il7een abii a56ibha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NA3AM!!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intay il wa7eeda ilee it3arfeen...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, I mean he knew her for two years.... but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stilll.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abeech tit3arifain 3alaiha.... 3ala shaaniiii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." I replied with hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kint itwa9ilha tawa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee." Rad 3alai 9oot wa6i....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, you have to let me go....why can't you just be happy for me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really bad, he is right! I can't be jealous and overprotective of him nowww..... bas I can't just let him go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be happy for you.... I AM happy for you..... inta 3adii 3indik il 5i6ba ilyoum... abeek itkoon ihnii..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EE akeeed... cham noufa ana 3indii? Mithlich ya3ni?" He stuck out his tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry inee 9ayra wayid selfish....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya3nii i need you fahad.. madrii..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, 5ala9 may9eer til3ibeen feenii ana oo ali.... oo ali wayid wayid wayid yi7ibich! oo i can't handle hal drama ba3ad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, i know. tara lat chik feeni.... ana 7adii jahza atzawaj 3ali..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adree... wayid imbayin 3alaich Noufa.. oo ana agool 7ag ali inee ayee ma3a." He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you....for everything.... oo ma tadree how sorry I am for everything." Ya3nii I really was.... oo i finally felt at peace oo ready for ali.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah ana batrik.... bachoof 7alat ali.... tamreen ib shay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"la mashkoor.... Fahad, thank  you... oo i love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you too 7ayatii... oo i'm happy for you, really... mabrook."  He kissed my forehead and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Fahad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3264277732233309792?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3264277732233309792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-36-congrats-shoug.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3264277732233309792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3264277732233309792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-36-congrats-shoug.html' title='part 36... Congrats Shoug! ;)'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-2373599311072808845</id><published>2009-03-27T12:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:40:32.519+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 35 dedicated to SlouchyPants ;* my new first hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOUF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paced around the room, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous.... what was I going to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 minutes later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18 minutes later.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ati9il 3alai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19 minutes later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Dialing F's #*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aloo?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad, wainiiik? Your house isn't that far, humph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kani I'm on my way...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Min wain yay? Su3udiya?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La2 nouf.&lt;/span&gt;" He sighed, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kint awa9il a7ad.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a7ad....= his girl again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please be here soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the door downstairs shut and steps coming up, Fahad still didn't reply... I checked my phone, the conversation was still open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad... aloooo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kani I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;" He opened the door of my room, smiling, the phone against his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, sighing, my heart melting... I still do love him, I really do.. he's Fahad. I smiled, I can't help it, he's Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sima3t ina 3ali biyee ilyoum, mabrook." He smiled politley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's when I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad you have NO right to be like that!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be like what?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Polite and awkward oo chithi!!! You know what I mean....!!! AFTER ALL YOU ALREADY FELL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2, Nouf, shino.... allah yi3afeech kamlay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, I'm sorry." He replied, "I've been wanting to tell you forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're getting married ya3ni shino bihim? You chose 3ali!! You thought I'm going to wait for you laman I knew you already made up your mind TWO YEARS AGO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a tear drop to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not true.... " My voice cracked, "I didn't choose for sure two years ago..." I replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep down,&lt;br /&gt;I knew he was right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure right after my mom told me that Ali was a better fit, that I wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad garab and wiped a tear from my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my best friend, how can he hurt me like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm his best friend, how CAN I!? hurt HIM like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to that day with my conversation with my mom and remembered all the events after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!!! Fahad, I'm so sorry!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, you were in love, you still are.... you're not responsible for your actions.. bas what you did bayan ina 5ala9, you belong with Ali!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times Fahad called me oo I was always, always with Ali.... Fahad was still coming over daily but Ali was almost always there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I promised him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with him and PROMISED him that I'll be there with him on his sister's birthday and the day she died yearly after I found out about where he goes to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did stay with him on her birthday, I completly forgot before and made plans with Ali that took place in the morning.... He surprised me with letting me drive his car that day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered at FOUR PM that it's F's sister's birthday, our role model's birthday!!! and I rushed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same went on with his sister's wifat day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these things were tiny compared to all the rest I did to Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears started rushing down my face, "I'm so sorry Fahad, I really am!" I cried so hard and felt his arms wrap around me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, calm down..... It's okay.... it wasn't really, ya3ni I did needed you but I understand.... I fell in love too, 5al agoolich 3anha... I know you'll like her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-2373599311072808845?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/2373599311072808845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-35-dedicated-to-slouchypants-my.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2373599311072808845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2373599311072808845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-35-dedicated-to-slouchypants-my.html' title='part 35 dedicated to SlouchyPants ;* my new first hehe'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4980920162979061621</id><published>2009-03-21T20:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:46:29.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7aflat Rashid Il Majid</title><content type='html'>Il laila il 7aflaaaaaa!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wa a5eeran!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7addiii 7adii mistansa bas&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lail7een ma 6ila3t!!! ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I post this, ba6la3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas b'3ait agoolookum 3ashan I'm soo looking forward to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo ba3ad kint bagoolookum ineee 7adii istnast ib the other two 7aflat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas 5ala9 gam akarir nafsiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il7eeen i have to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;minooo fikum rayiii7??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll see you there! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ALL MY READERS :****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hi My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-4980920162979061621?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/4980920162979061621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/7aflat-rashid-il-majid.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4980920162979061621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4980920162979061621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/7aflat-rashid-il-majid.html' title='7aflat Rashid Il Majid'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-8396897117571691933</id><published>2009-03-19T00:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:30:59.175+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 34 dedicated to Pa7NaSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frozen in my place, I was scared, I wasn't ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo all of a sudden Fahad popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad, my best friend!!! The person I've been through&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; everything&lt;/span&gt; with!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't he letting me in his life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I realized, I needed him right now... he's the only one that would calm me down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the tears off my face and dialed his number....I honestly didn't think he would answer but thankfully he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hala Fahad, shloonik?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan re-entered the room, she looked kind of nervous... did she think I'm backing off Ali?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No way&lt;/span&gt; am I going to do that... I finally got him, no way am I leaving him! I smiled to her as if to reassure her I'm not doing anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sh3indik il7een?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmm?&lt;/span&gt;" He seemed occupied.. as if he wasn't paying attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fahaaaaaaadd! Shitsawii! HEhehhehehehhe!&lt;/span&gt;" I heard a girl screeching in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;girl&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart fell to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um Fahad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana ihni Nouf.. heheeh&lt;/span&gt;" He was laughing... with me or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to see you... can you come soon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How soon? I'm kinda busy right now.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll be there in half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked end call.... I felt like my best friend was miles away... I felt as though we lost our connection.... but nothing changed, we were as close as ever... or so I thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not jealous of the girl... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; since for a while I was madly in love with F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ali is the man for me. Everytime I remember him, I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just sad that he didn't tell me about his "girl"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a one on one talk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La7a'6t Rawan was in the room, she approached me, "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yeah... bas I need to see Fahad, this day is so important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," she smiled, "oo btw!! A's parents called your today morning sooooooo you're all good to go! Your mother jahizat everything.... Il7een as soon as your done with Fahad, lazim titsabi7ain oo titjahizain, fahma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya7laillhaa!! Organizing my time!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidait afakir if she was this way youm it8adamlaha Sa3ad... kint ma3aha bas it didn't happen overnight as mine was going to bas I do remember her telling me she was scared but she was really ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Sa3ad mooo bas the best guy on the planet, he's the best guy for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo that's the way I feel about Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inshallah." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah ana baroo7 il bait atjahaz oo bayeelich ba3ad sa3tain oo shay, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, mashkoora wayiiiiidd!!! I love youuuuu!!!" I really, truly do.... she's my other half other than F of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you toooo oo 7adii mistansa 3alaichhh!!!" She replied and hugged me tightly. "Au Revoir!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-8396897117571691933?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/8396897117571691933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-34-dedicated-to-pa7nass.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8396897117571691933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8396897117571691933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-34-dedicated-to-pa7nass.html' title='part 34 dedicated to Pa7NaSS'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-6530206632204231595</id><published>2009-03-19T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:11:16.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 33: dedicated to Finicky hehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7adii 7addi asfa 3al ta25eer.... wayid wayid 7oosa these days!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;il muhim.... i'll continue now ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love you all ;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimt bil '6ihur the next day oo my mind was blank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ali, ilyouuum, biyeee.... yi56ibniiii.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile invaded my face, I was so excited!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhhhh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas wana bil 7amam afarish asnani la7a'6t inee nisait shay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I GOING TO WEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shino kint basawii ib mikyajiii?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ib sha3riiiii?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la2 la2 la2! I don't have time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID I TELL HIM TO COME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE?!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my toothbrush, quickly rinsed my mouth oo ran out to Rawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan, wake up, wake up!!! Emergency!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? haa..?" She replied sleepily, "ish9aar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RAWAN I HAVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTHING &lt;/span&gt;TO WEAR!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This caught her attention... she's been through this, she knows what it's like she knows what to do... She got up immediatly oo asked, "What time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2:35" I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time are they coming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, Rawan madriii!! 7atan ma gilt 7ag my parents ina biyoon ilyoum!!!" I gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, calm down. Let's tell your mother now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a tear drop on my face, I've made a mistake. I should've taken my time, I should've given my parents time---3ala il a8al i should've given my dad time, he just found out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan looked at me, her lips moved but I wasn't hearing, she then left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbay she was freaking out, she shouldn't be crying on the day the person she loves bit8adamlaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to calm down oo that I'm going to talk to her parents now, bas it was like I was talking to an empty page, she didn't reply, I told her I'll be right back just incase she's listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo I walked down the stairs to the dining room, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, il akal smells good!&lt;br /&gt;6albeen Maki ilyoum, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yyyyyummm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9aba7 il 5air." I greeted her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were smiling oo their faces were glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5ala9 il 9ub7 7abibtii." Her mother replied while laughing and started to speak, so I thought it best for me to shut up and act as if I was listening while I was trying to figure out ib mu5ii shinsawii... until i heard, "...Ali oo ahla..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am 5alti?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled proudly, "Ilyoum yaaai Ali yit8adam 3ala Noufatna!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IL 7AMDILLA YA RAB!!!!!! THANK GOD THANK GOD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran over and hugged the mother, "Ashwa 3ayal!! 3ashan Nouf is freaking out.... ams kalimta oo galaha ina he's coming today bas she thought it was too soooon oo madrii ish9ar feeha.. shock aw shay, ityamidat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mita midaha iti9il 3ala 3ali?" N's father asked which made me giggle nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gawamna min il noum." I replied oo ana miftashla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh 9ij 9ij mu9a7yeeen... shal zawaaj hatha bikoon... ya3nii killish 3aks il naas! Ana bas ba3arif il nas shigooloon 3ana?!" He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was set at ease, they were so happy.... Good news good news, il7amdilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I discussed our dilemna about the clothes and makeup oo 5altii said she already got everything ready since buAli called N's dad in the morning oo she knew ana oo Nouf won't wake up till late in the afternoon after the excitment yesterday so she perpared everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they the greatest parents or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to the room to tell Nouf bas as I was approaching I heard her talking saying, "Hiiii Fahad, how are you todayy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh nooooo&lt;/span&gt;, she's going to find about the girrrll!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-6530206632204231595?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/6530206632204231595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-33-dedicated-to-finicky-hehehe.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6530206632204231595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6530206632204231595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-33-dedicated-to-finicky-hehehe.html' title='part 33: dedicated to Finicky hehehe'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-2631063831860081293</id><published>2009-03-14T01:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:56:31.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the expression on her face, it kept on changing as though she was struggling on the inside, ma tadri shitfakir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, dating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since when?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know..." I whispered, well, I did but she doesn't have to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, this is perfect, I guess!" She smiled 3ogob muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas I wanna know more!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh-oh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you should probably call Fahad." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all, ana chakaytay making out with the girl, it's not like he told me! &lt;/span&gt;Well, okay I have to be fair, not making out in public, but he was kissing her neck... ya3nii, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;close to making out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they did look really cute together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna know more!" Radait 3alaiha.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how come ma galii shay? Akeed it's something new, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should probably call Fahad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you're right..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mino ihya? &lt;/span&gt;I started to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It finally hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, what if I choose Fahad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of my feelings towards Ali and just the thought of him not feeling the same way would crush me into one thousand pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbay if I choose Fahad, and felt this kind of love toward him that's exactly what would've happend, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lump started to form in my throat as I remembered how close I was to choosing Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dailed F's number oo Rawan started recording a video again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a longer time than Ali to answer but he sounded more awake, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nouf, are you guys okay?!?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning sunshine!" I greeted him to make him know we're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sunshine? You know it's four thirty in the morning! Are you on something? 5ara3teenii!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all good....actually we're great..." I replied while trying to swallow the lump, I guess he'll be fine now so I'll just say it, "Fahad, fakart fee muda 6weela, over the years oo il7een I made my decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah." He stopped me, "Tabeen Ali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bil baraka Noufa, I love you and I'm happy for you." He replied but he didn't sound happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I got another call on my phone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5a6iibii-inshallah!- Ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad, digeega, Ali's calling..." I said as I left him to his thoughts and answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mita tabeena inyeelich 7ayatii 3ogob bacher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NA3AM?! 5alaaaa9?!" I grinned as I screamed into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaaha, laish tabeen nabdii mara thanyaaaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes popped open, "LA2!!!!" I screamed into the phone, "Abeek il7een, ma3ay, ihniiii!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see what I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo at that moment, I forgot Rawan was with me in the room, that my parents were downstairs, that Fahad had someone else, the fact that he didn't tell me about her and about everything else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that occupied my mind is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biyeeliii......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit8adimliii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone beeped, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bacher intay 7alali.&lt;/span&gt;" min Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mita bi9eer bacher ya rab?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-2631063831860081293?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/2631063831860081293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-32.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2631063831860081293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2631063831860081293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-32.html' title='part 32'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7287290613094454004</id><published>2009-03-14T01:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:23:44.665+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 31 B</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My heart skipped a beat, my lips turned into a smile, my face glowed, my body warmed, my thoughts ran a mile a minute, all because of those three words. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited until I heard Rawan say, "Um, Nouf, tara it's four in the morning, bigawim oma, 3abalha fee shay! Miskeena!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe, ee wallaah, umbayyy fashlaaa! La2 bas 3adii... ya3ni 5alti Sara ra7 tifham ya3nii.... ra7 tifham 9a7?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see, how do you feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop smiling!!! "Rawan, I'm happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehehe, I can see that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"R, shino kintay bitogoleen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly looked uncomfortable and started fidgeting around. What is it ilee it's so hard to say it? "Just spit it out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, 5ala9 you choose Ali fa there's no reason to be upset or mad or shay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you made the absolute right decision, on both accounts, you and both guys! Ooo I'm sure you can call Fahad now oo he'll be happy for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya3ni F won't be sad, not much anyways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why's that?" I feel so nervous calling Fahad, shino bigool?! Bas il7een she's telling me he won't be sad.... shisalfa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3ashan..." Silence, "he's dating someone else." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7287290613094454004?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7287290613094454004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-31-b.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7287290613094454004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7287290613094454004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-31-b.html' title='part 31 B'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-5075622256873457227</id><published>2009-03-14T01:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:06:31.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 31 dedicated to Nora;*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3ala mino ati9il awal?" Nouf interrupted my thoughts... I guess I'll think about Sa3ad after....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should tell her about Fahad now, shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf tara I think you should call Ali and tell him your decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akeed moo Fahad awal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, no, trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakli bayin 3alai I know something because she eyed me and said, "Rawan, shisalfa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, please, don't be mad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call Ali first, and then I'll explain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine." She huffed and dialed his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aloo Ali?" She asked after a while, I looked at the clock, it was 4AM, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah okay&lt;/span&gt;, he must be asleep.  I guess the excitement in this house is keeping everyone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nouf looked at me, nervous, I gave her a thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali mai jawib, shfee? I looked at Rawan wella achoofha itchoof il sa3a, lafait wella 6ila3 il7een il sa3a 4 AM,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ahaaa... we miskeen&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas as I was about to click end call, jawab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aloo Ali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmm..&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt;, 7a6ait on speaker 3ashan tisma3 Rawan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe &lt;/span&gt;it was so funny, he was in a deep sleep. Rawan stifled a giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aliiiiiiiii?" I teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mmmm... sa3a cham&lt;/span&gt;?" he replied oo imbayan ina he just wanted to sleep, kaifa, I had to tell him now. Rawan 6ali3at her camera oo bidat it9awir video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3ali, do u still care about me, like really care?" I know I sounded cheesy bas I've wondering, akeed I've been wondering if he still wants me.. ya3nii moo 3ala kaifii I decide abii... you never know, yimkin yi'3ayir raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemed to have caught his attention b/c his voice became clearer, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf, what is this about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marraige?" I suggested oo Rawan giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleared his throat, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf, Nouf, Nouf...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tabeeni?&lt;/span&gt;" I looked at Rawan and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, ee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wella &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ee?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali, ee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Il7een akalim omee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-5075622256873457227?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/5075622256873457227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-31-dedicated-to-nora.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5075622256873457227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5075622256873457227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-31-dedicated-to-nora.html' title='part 31 dedicated to Nora;*'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-918367801509061609</id><published>2009-03-10T21:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:21:47.004+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; grasped my arms hard, she had this huge smile on her face, and was literally bouncing up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy for you!!!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt; it really shows, just looking at her glowing expression, the sparks in her eyes, and the huge smile made me even happier about this decision, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shinoo&lt;/span&gt; it7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iseen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bigool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obooch&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at each other with this knowing expression... We ran to my room and we banged the door closed... bas of coarse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; '3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;orfa&lt;/span&gt;.... we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tiptoed&lt;/span&gt; back to the stairs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; sat on the top, trying to hold our giggles and failing... we used to always do this when we were younger, it feels so refreshing to act as kids again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!" We tried to shut each other up bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ashwa&lt;/span&gt; my parents ma la7i'6aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;baraka&lt;/span&gt; ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Aziz&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;baraka&lt;/span&gt; ya Mariam (my mom)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at each other for a bit, I looked away, it felt as though we were intruding a private moment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; felt it too, she looked down the stairs instead of at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment between them looked so powerful, so beautiful, it showed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; strong bond and love between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were married in a typical way... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;maku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;suwalif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;/bf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;definitly&lt;/span&gt; ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kanaw&lt;/span&gt; the way F and I were or even A and I... bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;obooy&lt;/span&gt; ta8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;adamlaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; her parents accepted. They grew their love from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;scratch&lt;/span&gt; and to see how strong it is right now, to see that bond is just beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their love was exposed in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go to your room." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;whipsered&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Gimna&lt;/span&gt;, this was a talk we really shouldn't be listening too... It finally hit me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; are not kids anymore, we can't intrude and hide at stairs anymore... We are adults, ADULTS... it's so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be engaged.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Rawan's&lt;/span&gt; getting married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kibarna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slowly tiptoed back into my room and very quietly closed the door... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;frashii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; we were silent for a while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;kilman&lt;/span&gt; mash'3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ib&lt;/span&gt; their own thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;, she looked at me, smiling, "Ready to face life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready to call Ali and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;arirat&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;! She would've had her heart broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;itha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quiet the whole evening, but the look on her face shows she's ready...and it shows she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; sure she wants Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just over the top happy for her, she deserves the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt; I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure &lt;/span&gt;Ali is the best, throughout the years I tested him constantly to make sure of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naughty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I know, bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;itha&lt;/span&gt; he's a candidate for my best friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt; is he getting her if he's not good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;rayal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;wayid&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;ayib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;mashallah&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;alai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;galba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;abya&lt;/span&gt;'6 ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; he's head over heels in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;, it hurts too see how much he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;akeed&lt;/span&gt;, as always, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;matla&lt;/span&gt;7i'6! She's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;veryyyy&lt;/span&gt; naive.... ya3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;nii&lt;/span&gt; 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;ij&lt;/span&gt; 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;ij&lt;/span&gt; 9a6la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;hal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;bint&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt; was in the bathroom looking for her mobile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts drifted over to my own love story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;3ad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;3ad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;3ad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;3ad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;*Sa3ad's name is chosen by Nora, hal ibnaya 3AJEEBA heheeh;* =D! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-918367801509061609?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/918367801509061609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-30.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/918367801509061609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/918367801509061609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-30.html' title='part 30'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-6838201131088356117</id><published>2009-03-08T23:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:11:57.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Want To Be A Character In Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay? ?</title><content type='html'>Heyyy everyone, I hope you like the story so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il7een for the readers that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REAL FANS &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;like the story....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do you want to be in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure any of you girls want to be this character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa if u want to, 7i6aw either ur name or the name u want to be in the story... if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;like the story, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moo bas chithii&lt;/span&gt;, just to have your name;p hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo I'll find a way to put one of you in, maybe I'll do a raffle or something. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo believe me, I think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll want to be this character.;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-6838201131088356117?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/6838201131088356117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/want-to-be-in-story.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6838201131088356117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6838201131088356117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/want-to-be-in-story.html' title='Want To Be A Character In Let&apos;s Keep This Just Between Us, Okay? ?'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7689863053756965865</id><published>2009-03-08T20:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:26:40.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 29</title><content type='html'>"Ali." I looked at her expression, it was blank, "haw mama shfeech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mafeenii shay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Giltlich batzawaj, oo minoo oo maradatay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La 7abibty, il7een barid, bas kint 3arfa 6ool hal wagt.. 3araft min awal ma giltilee, bas ma agdar, bintii ibtitzawaj!" A tear fell from her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3aaaaaaaaaam? Shino?????" I heard Rawan's footsteps min warai, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hathii min wain ga6a athoonha?&lt;/span&gt; hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali,"  I replied to Rawan, 100% sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MABROOOOK!!!" 3a6atnii a huuuuuuuge bear hug oo a kiss on the cheek and then went to kiss my mom on the cheeck whose tears increased oo increased, inshallah may9eer flood ya3ni! "Mabrooooooooooooooook 5altiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" Rawan screamed as she hugged my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sh9ayir? Shisalfa?" My dad came down the stairs, looking tired, obviously he heard Rawan's screams, I'm pretty sure il fireej kila did! Inshallah moo chithii ya3nii kilman yi3arif il 5abir oo ohwa nazil il dari.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bintik ra7 titzawaj!" Rawan exlaimed, way itshawig, akthar wa7da mistansa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Binti mino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Youuubbaaa!! Shinoooo hatha ana?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haw mino 5i6abich?" He asked with a confused look on his face. Umbay tara baitna circus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali oo Fahad, bas 8arirat Aliiii...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3allooyy? oo Fahood?! Haaa? Hathalliii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee, two years ago..." Radait omee oo bas il tears ma yougfoon, umbay il wa'63 i'6a7ik! "Bil baraka Aziz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obooy baaas ras omee oo baaas rasii, "Mabrook 7abibtiii" He whispered, he looked so proud and so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ro7aw foug ishway 5al akalim omich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made the right decision, didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7asait bil ibtisama 3ala wayhi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely sure I did! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7689863053756965865?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7689863053756965865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-29.html#comment-form' title='115 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7689863053756965865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7689863053756965865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-29.html' title='part 29'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>115</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-986120582893232010</id><published>2009-03-08T20:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:27:11.622+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 28: two years after part 2 ;)</title><content type='html'>I looked around the garden at everyone there: Fahad's cousin's, Ali included, his parents, some of his friends, moo min jam3atna, oo My parents, Rawan, some of my other cousins, and friends moo min jam3atna... oo last but not least, a video camera in Rawan's hand oo Rawan laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad and I looked at each other, blinked, then started laughing. That was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, kintaw lazim itchoofoon wiyoohkum" Rawan commented as she approached us, "MABROOK!!" 3a6atnii this bear hug..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walla Fahad, ma it5ayaltik ibnaya!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaaaaaak&lt;/span&gt;! "Bas yallah, inmashii, it5arajt... ;) " Waii Rawan lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali ya oo baraklina... if you're wondering what happened after that day (the BBQ two years ago), maku, we were all friends.. ma fata7t il maw'6oo3 ma3a oomii oo vice versa... il7een we're at such a stable pace ina 7ada muree7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at F's house until 1:30 am celebrating, BBQing, swimming... It was really nice. :) Bas wallah il dinasaurs (our parents) ti3baw fa we had to go home.. o the guests had to go.. salamna 3alaihum oo 6ila3na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan rij3at baitna ma3ana oo ra7at il 7amam itbadil, tilbis pijamatha.... walla ma achoof walla omee itnadeenii ta7at bil 9ala... ga3da nafs il mukan kanat ga3da fee two years ago.. oo ana ga3adt yamha... deja vu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ali3atnii ib this serious stare, oo I knew what it was about, "Nouf, 8arartay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recollected all my thoughts, I knew I couldn't just shove this thing to the side and leave it, it was bound to creep up sometime.... Bas I did think about it after that day, I thought about it everytime I was with Fahad and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ala3tha, oo %100 mitakda, giltlaha, "Ee Youma."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-986120582893232010?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/986120582893232010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-28-two-years-after-part-2.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/986120582893232010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/986120582893232010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-28-two-years-after-part-2.html' title='part 28: two years after part 2 ;)'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1629970083043643732</id><published>2009-03-08T20:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:25:22.288+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 28: two years after</title><content type='html'>"Graduation dayyyyy baby!" I screamed at the top of my lungs... Everyone had a smile on their face, oo Fahad was taking so many pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over these years, wayid athar 3alai, il7een ana ba3aad bidait a9awir! Ta8adum 9aaa7? He got newer lenses oo hal ashya2 kil sina ... ana I got a new camera.. I'm taking pictures of Fahad oo my friends... everyone looked so nice.. umbayy ma9adig 5ala9na il jam3a!! 6afaaw il sineen ibsir3a oo i'm sure I made friends for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rija3na bait Fahad, 8ararna to go for a swim in the swimming pool.. I've always loved the swimming pool! And I always will! Shaklii bashtiirii il bait itha ba3oo bas 3ashan il swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas fee shay '3ala6 bil bait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma la7a'6t shino ohwa laman 9irna agrab-- 6ila3 il bait '6alma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala mara kan baithum '6alma '6alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ool il wagt fee 3ala il a8al lait maftoo7... shisalfa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pulse started to go faster... as we approached, il 5ar3a ib galbii itzeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di5alna il bait oo ana mayta min il 5ar3a... I started imagining these terrible scenes in my head: F's mother all cut up and thrown in a closet ma3a blood drops&lt;br /&gt;Aw his mother's body thrown in the atique with the head missing&lt;br /&gt;Aw half his father in the house, the other half in the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination runs wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas I was freaking out, holding my breath, my heart beating a mile a minute, I held on tightly to F's arm, "Shfeech?!" He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa... you know shfeenii... why are you whispering?!" I whispered back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haa... la2... mafii shay." He whispered as he guided me slowly around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you still whispering?!" Sasartlaa, scared to death, oo holding his arm akthar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ligina shay da5al bas sima3na 9oot bara... oo literally, my heart was beating so fast, I was gripping F's arm sooo tightly I'm sure the blood stopped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fita7 il baab F shway shway walla nisma3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SURRRRRPRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo 9ara5na ana oo F's 9ar5a moo 6abi3iyaaa, mayteeen min il 5ar3aaa!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wella nistaw3ib... it's a surprise party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1629970083043643732?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1629970083043643732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-28-two-years-after.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1629970083043643732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1629970083043643732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-28-two-years-after.html' title='part 28: two years after'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-5422620480451559392</id><published>2009-03-05T00:20:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:26:04.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 27</title><content type='html'>Throughout the entire dinner I was just thinking about it over and over again... These two incredible guys want me... oo I want them both.... I admit I don't want just their friendship!!! Ugh, this is annoying... bas the food is delicious... yuuuuuuuuum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the table, kilman yisoolif oo mistanis oo getting along... I loved it! F was enjoying all the smiles too... he was taking lots of pictures which are going to turn out wonderfull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Byeee... inchoofkumm!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left, including Rawan... bas of coarse, she will be back tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to talk to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama... 3adii akalmich?" Obooy ra7 yitsaba7 ooo il 5adama kanat itna'6if...we had the living room to ourselves.... I explained everything that happened to her... except some details I'm pretty sure she wouldn't enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7asayt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am?!" I looked at her stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7asait... ana oo om Fahad kila nitkalam oo akeed akalim i5it om Fahad too, ilee ihya om Ali.... you know we're close...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma3a om 3ali ba3aaaaad?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee, haw shino ya3nii?! 3abalich a5ali ay walid fee hal bait?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'6a7keen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama! Inzain oo ba3dain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo bas... kina in3arif ina il awlad ithawishaw oo omahathum 7asaw ina 3alaich intay o 3arafna..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah... mama kilish matwa8a3t..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe, wallah tara agoolich il 9ij ana ra'6ya 3ala ay wa7id feehumm... bas shar6 it5al9een il jam3a awal!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, hatha min shiroo6ii ana ba3ad." I smiled at her, "Akeed ya3nii ba5ali9 il jam3a awal! Wain ga3deen?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shdaraniii 3anich... itbooseen il awlad 3ala 5adhum! Tara 3aib! Gilna in5alii Fahad fee darach oo chithii bas il booos? That's too much!!!" That's the first time ever she says anything like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, mama, you are so right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haw, akeed, shino ya3nii ilee sawaitii 9a7?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry." I blushed looking down at the carpet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5ala9, il7een la7a'6tay, let's move on... mino tirta7ainla akthar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madri, abii ithnathum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hawwwww!!! Noufff 3aiibbb.... oo 7araam! il mara 7alal laha rayel wa7id!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yuma shfeech?! At8ashmar... ya3nii atmana I can have both." Heheh wayyy omiii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala Nouf il 6areeqa ilee you explained il wa'63 fee... yibayin it7ibeen ithnanathum... bas a7is Ali is more suitable to be your husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she just decide on Ali?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-5422620480451559392?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/5422620480451559392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-27.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5422620480451559392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5422620480451559392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-27.html' title='Part 27'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1250242654102472617</id><published>2009-03-04T23:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:41:28.469+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story</title><content type='html'>Heyy everyone... thank you for all the comments and for reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Keep This Just Between Us, Okay? is still on... ma5ala9... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bas I do have another story.... ooo the first part is up today... it's called Love Drops... check it out.. ;) It's inspired by a funny story I heard today from my friend, R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out at: http://lovedropsss.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you alllll ;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Hi My Name Is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1250242654102472617?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1250242654102472617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1250242654102472617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1250242654102472617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-story.html' title='New Story'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3109026798687829600</id><published>2009-03-03T21:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:19:23.667+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 26</title><content type='html'>Ali looked seriously uncomfortable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry Nouf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foooor&lt;/span&gt;?" Rawan urged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali 3a6aha 5aza, "I'm getting there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rawaaan&lt;/span&gt;." Then his attention returned back to me, "Awalan, Rawan explained how my actions and what I said makes you feel as though you are a prize---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moo prize, what did we say exactly?" Rawan again, and she got another glare from Ali. Hahahhaha! I'm loving this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moo prize, she said something like we were competing for you.. ya3ni chinich not a person but something Fahad and I both want.. ya3nii we both love the competition and the chase.... wait, sim3ay... that isn't what I meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. That isn't the way I feel about you but Nouf said that that's the way it was percieved... and yes, I admit, in Lenotre I was trying to make Fahad jealous laman giltlich salmay 3alai ib 9oot 3aleee.... bas the rest of the time, the whole time, I swearrr Nouf, mala 3eela8a with Fahad.... wagt Rawan 3izmatnii 7ag il BBQ, I wanted to come to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;! Not to make Fahad jealous, same with the car and the ride and the same with suwalifna.... I really had fun with you today... oo Rawan... except right now, right now Nouf, she's really really annoying---"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserve &lt;/span&gt;my annoyingness for what you did to my cousin!!!" hahhahha, Rawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looove you&lt;/span&gt;!" I whispered into her ear. She gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Continue..." She nodded at Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, I told you I am in love with you." I can't believe he's talking so openly in front of F! Wth? And F looks so calm, as if this isn't affecting him at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan saw the panic on my face, "Lat5afeen we talked about this before we discussed between us three and came to a conclusion... each guy knows how the other feels.... they're okay now." She winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooow... I'm soooo happpyyyy nowww. :) I'm not tearing families apart... They actually talked and discussed--it's not a good topic--- but still.... yayyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways, I told you I am in love with you, oo 9adginii I am to the point that it hurts.... it just hurts that no other girl can satisfy me! You know how annoying that is?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annoying&lt;/span&gt;?!" I asked, I know what he meant, bas felt like torturing him shwaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, it's not funny, please I know what you're doing, don't torture me, not having you is enough pain." He replied quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Il7een it3arfeen moo 8ashmara? This whole time I was serious! O btw ana awal mara atkalam hal kithir about "feelings" .... these cheesy things make me want to puke... but see, moo li3ba 7agii!! Moo competition ma3a Fahad!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways, it would cause me even more pain and it would kill me to not see you happy oo to not see you comfortable.... oo know I realize what I did oo I apologize greatly... oo ba5aliich 3ala ra7tich oo I'm not going to try to push you... oo neither is Fahad going to push you.... we just both wanted you oo both of us wanted to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the guy&lt;/span&gt; for you that makes you want to be better, to be happy all the time... bas now we understand, we're going to fast oo sending completely different messages... oo min my side, I really am sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted right then and there. I was completely blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KIDS, dinner is ready!!" My dad screamed min 3ind il BBQ interrupting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be there 3amii digeega." Rawan replied, she returned to our conversation, "Wow, Ali.... marry me?" Wayyyy  I looove her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, I would Rawan, bas my heart and mind are set on some one else." His eyes were looking directly at me while saying that.... those stunning eyes. I blushed deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laa 3add ihnii gazartha 3alooy! Not fair!" Fahad finally speaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made us all laugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay N, il7een ana... Nouf... ma tadreen how much I love you... I would marry you right now and here... ka ba3ad all the closest people are here, ana o rawan, oo your parents... sorry 3ali ur still not as close." hehehheehhe, cutiie Fahad, "Bas like 3ali, I don't want to rush you.... oo I want you to be happy.... oo we'll both have to face your decision in the future...bas just like your perfect 7ag Ali, you are perfect for me. Oo right now we all decided to take it slow... we're not going to pressure you... we'll hang out as we did before.. even though it's killing both me and Ali."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear dropped from my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww, 7ayaatiii..." Rawan gave me a hug from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you." I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All better? All clear? They both love you. No game, reality baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, I know. Bas omg Ali oo Fahad you don't know how hard it is with you too! Can't I have you both."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallahhh Noufff ana agoolich...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehhehehheehhehe!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go eat! Yoo3ana oo I can smell the BBQ till here!" Rawan exlaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Rawan." I hugged her so hard.... wayy amoot 3alaiha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your welcome." She went to talk with my parents as they prepared her favorite BBQ dish for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali oo Fahad... intaw ithnainatkum giltoolii how you feel oo I'm just so shocked... ya3nii ma ligataw a7ad '3ari bil Kuwait? Oo What's so specail about me?! That I don't get either... bas I really like you both, so much! You both are making me fall more and more in love with you... Ooo I keep on thinking how it's not fair your family brought two guys that are insanely hot, intimidating, handsome, well-mannered, charming, oo just overall amazing! It's just not fair... oo it's hurting me too... I can't choose... you're both just, wow, wow, wow! That's what I constantly think.... Oo I never realized that you guys get hurt too but now I understand and I am so sorry."&lt;br /&gt;I told them both. Oof I'm falling hard for the both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan 3adii bas too3idiinii shay?" Ali held my arms tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GULP, "Ilee ohwa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, DON'T ever ride a taxi or a stranger's car EVER again! I was going to get a heart attack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heheh, aw3idak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me into a bear hug.... his strong arms wrapped around me... wow it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next hug from Fahad... bear hug too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you both." I looked up at their beautiful eyes and kissed each guy's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf!" My parents screamed and eyed me, ooppsss... hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yalla ta3alaw iklaw."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3109026798687829600?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3109026798687829600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-26.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3109026798687829600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3109026798687829600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-26.html' title='part 26'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-5869259674246935772</id><published>2009-03-03T17:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:32:33.354+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 25: dedicated to In My Closet</title><content type='html'>*In the taxi*&lt;br /&gt;I kept on repeating the scene in my head, Ali getting mad, hurt, realizing that I actually am not engaged, that I'm "up for grabs"! Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see him in the mirror, he's following my taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really hurts so much, I have this painful stabbing feeling in my chest, how could they do this to me? Fahad especially!? He has been my best friend all these years, I had and still do have this crush on him since his birthday, he really hurt me! He could have just shut up instead of making me believe he actually cared and wanted to marry me! Or Ali could have shut up. Ya3ni ishda3wa they both want me that bad they're willing to fight! There are beautiful and amazing ladies in Kuwait. Laish yiyaninoooniiii?! Oo why do they have to fight over the same girl! They are cousins! First cousins!!!! Their parents are siblings forheaven'ssake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING DIDN'T ASK THEM TO FIGHT!!!! I am not a person that tears families apart!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, I want to scream but no sound comes out. The taxi driver is looking at me through the mirror, he looks terrified, I wonder if he has wife and kids... I wonder if he drove his wife crazy like these two guys are driving me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone started ringing, filling the silence in the taxi,  I looked at the screen: Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on ignore. Silence again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds later: Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence in the taxi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called five more times after that. Can't he just take a hint?! I need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but wait, of course, it's never about my feelings, laaaaaaaaa2, it's about those two idiots and what they want and how they're going to get it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's driving the Indian taxi driver crazy too because on the third time the phone rang and I ignored it, he sped up, trying to get me home faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally wi9alt il bait... I gave a big tip to the Indian guy 3ashan wa9alnii ibsir3a and wished and prayed that F wasn't in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneaked in, got up to my room, yelled "I'm home" in case my parents were there, locked myself in my room and jumped on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking. Am I making a big deal out of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... I really don't know, I just want to sleep... mhhhmmm, sleep sounds goood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmmmm.... pleaasee stop... bas 5aloonii anaaaam.... my mind is just filled with drowsiness but the knocking won't stop bassss pleaseee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knock knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bang bang bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiii, may5aloon il wa7id yinaam! I got up and checked the watch, oh shoot! It's 7pm! I don't remember a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BANG BANG BANG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kanii yaya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufa! Shitsaween, minziman a6ig 3al baab! 5ara3tiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!! FEECHII IL BAB IL7EEN!!" My mom was screaming through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Shooooooooooooooooot! How long was I asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door, "sorry ma, kint nayma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nayma? Witha 6i7tay '3ashyana!! Laish gifaltay il baaab! 5ara3tiiinii yuma!! Oo obooch tawa kan bikasir il bab!! wagfeen ihnii 15 minutes, literally, in6ig il baab!!" SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry mama, wallah nimt noma 3amee8a ma 3iraft, wallah sorry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5al aroo7 anadihum, kanaw biyooboom shay yikasroon il bab!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oola yikasroon il baab?!! Waiiit, yikasroon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, min yikasir il bab? Mino zayerna?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7amdila wi shikir ti3ziminhum o tensain! Fahood ihnii ma3a wild 5alta! Yalla nizlay, Rawan ba3ad 5ayfa 3alaich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad oo 3ali ihni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haw, ee! Shfeech yuma?" She asked me, looking at me as if I lost my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaa... okay il7een albis oo anzil, oo 7adii asfa inii 5ara3tkum." I went over and gave her a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7abibtii, zain ilee ma 9ar feech shay. Yallah libsay oo nizlay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the door after her and kicked it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IN THE WORLD ARE THEY HERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't today's activity enough?! ifffffffff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off my lunch clothes and put on a black tshirt with jeans and tied my hair in a kubba, 7ada imbayin ina malii 5ulg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nizalt ta7at to find Rawan, Ali, and Fahad sitting awkwardly.... a7san! They all deserve to face each other! I really didn't feel like facing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9aba7 il 5air, 9a7 il noom." My dad joked from behind me while giving me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi baba, I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, 3adii, bas 5ara3tay omich il miskeena."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, ee mama ibsir3a it5af." I whispered to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufoo!! Azizoo! Tara sima3tkum!" She came in laughing, "Get ready all of you for a deelicious meal! Ali, titthakir il bbqs ilee insaweehum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La 5altee, bas sima3t ina they're the BEST!" He replied.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suck up. La, Nouf don't be so harsh, 7aram ur mom seems to like him. &lt;/span&gt;Oo indeed she does look like she likes him... After all no one can know Ali and Fahad and not like them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so annoying! How can one family sprout two handsome and charming guys that have the same interest? It's too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, 7ayach ta3alay gi3day ma3ana." Fahad pointed to the chair between him and Rawan. He spoke carefuly, and it looked like they all knew something. I, on purpose, ignored the chair he pointed to and sat on the one on Rawan's other side that wasn't next to either Ali or Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan's arm fell around me, "Nouf, I'm sure these two men have something to tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're sorry." They said in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay il7een, they both told me they want to talk to you and so they are going to talk in turns." heheh, a smile crept to my face, Rawan is hilarious! She's treating them like kids, it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now look Nouf, both guys explained to me what happened on each side and I explained to them what they did wrong." umbay china ga3deen ib couples therapy! "oo Nouf, ana myself ma a9adig how mean and rude and awful (she eyed both of them here) they were."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to them, waiting expectantly. Hehehe, this seems like fun, Rawan is a genious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali first." She continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead, I'm waiting." I eyed him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-5869259674246935772?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/5869259674246935772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-25-dedicated-to-in-my-closet.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5869259674246935772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5869259674246935772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/03/part-25-dedicated-to-in-my-closet.html' title='part 25: dedicated to In My Closet'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4742603417684446498</id><published>2009-02-23T23:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:42:22.245+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 24</title><content type='html'>"Ali, Fahad proposed, you know?" I looked down at my hands after we stayed quiet for a while. I peeked through my hair to look at him, he seemed hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Proposed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but I told him ina after university."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you're not getting married now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, the fight is still on." That made ma angry?! It made me SNAP! THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIGHT&lt;/span&gt;? THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIGHT&lt;/span&gt;?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE HELL?!" I burst, my eyes full of anger, staring into Ali's eyes. His expression changed, he was scared now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufaa--?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IS THIS JUST A GAME TO THE BOTH OF YOU!!! THE FIGHT IS NOT OVER?!!?! WHAAT?! IS THIS ABOUT YOU MEN AND YOUR DIGNITY?!?!?!?!?!" At that moment, my phone rang, I glanced at the screen, Fahad, "WHAT?!" I replied harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad are you going to fight Ali for me?!" I screamed into the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shinoo?!" He replied and Ali looked at me wide-eyed, "Of course!!" I heard Fahad reply. I CANNOT deal with this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what, you guys, NONE of you are getting me!!!" I screamed into the phone and at Ali, "I AM NOT A GAME!!! I AM A GIRL WITH FEELINGS!!!!!!!!!!! OO RIGHT NOW I DON'T THINK YOU GUYS ARE TALKING ABOUT LOVE, RIGHT NOW, YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT YOUR MANLINESS AND I DON'T FREAKING CARE ABOUT IT!!!!! BYE!!!!!" I screamed at the both of them, got out the car, shut the door so hard, it may have left a dent! Oo ended the conversation with Fahad, Ali calling me from behind, walked to the street and just put my arm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I do it, and wow, I get a taxi.... haha I laughed to myself, I didn't know you can do that and they just stop.  I got into the taxi, slammed the door, gave him my adress and told him to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T FREAKIN' CARE ANYMORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-4742603417684446498?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/4742603417684446498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-24.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4742603417684446498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4742603417684446498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-24.html' title='part 24'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1704974117865063296</id><published>2009-02-23T21:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:02:43.002+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 23</title><content type='html'>He suddenly calmed down, removed his seat belt and turned his body completely to face me, his eyes that were clouded with anger were now, slowly, calming down, those intimidating eyes of his! I dared not to talk, I really am frightened. I haven't seen him in a while and he bursts?! Ya3ni, WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, I need to tell you it myself, I know it's at a completely a wrong time, but it will always be a wrong time..." He started to explain, then suddenly went, "Dang it Nouf!!!! Why don't you get it!?!?! I FREAKING AM IN LOVE WITH YOU!! You don't know how much it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killed &lt;/span&gt;me to hear you say my feelings changed?! Shaku my feelings changed? They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;changed!! I was and still am in love with you!! Ooo we were kids back then, I understand ina you may think shino hatha, laish yifakir chithii kubarna ya3nii ma yi3arfinii... yeah well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; thought the same, bas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;, I realized after so many failed relationships that my heart's desire is strong, for you, it keeps on going back to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned! I mean how does a girl reply to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali--?" What was I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, let me finish, Nouf, I know Fahad is my cousin and I love him. Even after he ignored me and everything, I still do, I really care about him... BUT I really care about you....oo Nouf, I'm ready to fight my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own &lt;/span&gt;blood, my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cousin &lt;/span&gt;for you. Things between us as cousins will be normal, I'm sure Fahad and I can always be ourselves around each other, but when it comes to you, fighting over you, I will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; give up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1704974117865063296?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1704974117865063296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-23.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1704974117865063296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1704974117865063296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-23.html' title='part 23'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3323001356347325196</id><published>2009-02-22T23:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:36:10.814+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 22 dedicated to Silhouette Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i guess it came sooner than later, bas now I really do have to sleep, goodnight. ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;oo Silhoutte Crime, thank you for your comments, they make me smile, hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think my feelings changed?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... right now, I think you should concentrate on the road." I replied nervously-- I mean we were driving in a really fast car! And for some reason, he's getting really mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt; You know what, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think we should park!!&lt;/span&gt;" He replied, his voice getting higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali, you're scaring me." I whispered quietly which seemed to make him calm down, he looked at me and his eyes changed, he felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Digeega." He replied quietly. He turned to the right oo dash ib parking space, "We have to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, okay." He parked the car oo turned off the engine, he looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ali's side&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa2alt-ha if things were awkward, shal sua2al?!  Hatha sua2al tisalha oo tawik itchoofha 3ogob moda?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo ba3dain she started blabbaring, madri shitgool! Bas it was kinda funny until i heard, "what happened was a long time ago. I'm pretty sure ya3ni whatever you felt towards me changed." Ooh ihnii 7asaiiit 3awaaar! SHINO MY FEELINGS CHANGED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3OGOB KIL HAL ISNEEN! KILA ASAAL 3ANHA OO I IGNORE OTHER GIRLS 3ASHANHA OO KILSHAY!! OO HATHA IL ITFAKIR 3ANIII?! INEE I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry, I was screaming! She said something about the road, shloon afakir, SHLOON AFAKIR ABOUT THE FREAKING SHARI3 RIGHT NOW, oo she's tearing my world, literally, after all these years, waiting to see her, APART!!! SHLOON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LA2, WE ARE GOING TO PARK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her say something, something about being scared which scared me, I looked at her. It broke my heart, she looked terrified. Something about her expression made me calm down a bit, how can I scare her?! I love her!! How can I do this to her?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this crazy about a girl. I've had flings bas always compared other girls to her. Ali, had a39abik!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked, turned of the engine oo turned to her oo talked calmly, "We have to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, wide eyed, scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the hard part, the part I know she doesn't want to hear, but I'm going to tell her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3323001356347325196?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3323001356347325196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-22-dedicated-to-silhouette-crime.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3323001356347325196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3323001356347325196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-22-dedicated-to-silhouette-crime.html' title='part 22 dedicated to Silhouette Crime'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-66944591737231542</id><published>2009-02-22T23:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:43:43.315+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 21</title><content type='html'>I'm in the car right now, my favorite car, my obsession, and all I can think about is him, right next to me, I admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; close! And don't worry, I'm not forgetting F, I mean nothing's going on here--wait like nothing's going on here right??? I turned to look at Ali... he was just so freakin' hot! And so funny! He made Rawan and I laugh multiple times throughout the rest of the lunch after that phone call.. Nothing was awkward between us after that, everyone behaved.... and he set such a comfortable atmosphere... it's like we were the closest friends... He was ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas right now, I can't help but to think.... what are we going to talk about in the car? Rawan's gone, it's only me and him... and I can not deal with--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Libastay i7zamich?" Huh? He pulled me out of my thoughts. Wait, did he say "libastay i7zamich"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino?" He asked sensing my glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, i7zamiii?" I replied, ya3ni wth is he talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E, put it on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okaay..." Is he serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, Nouf, ish9ar feech?" Shino ish9ar feenii? Do I sound really dumb ya3nii? What kind of a question is that shfeenii? Ha! Shaku yisaal ha suaal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf?" He interrupted my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hehe, you were the one that always told us to put on our seat belts! Sh9ar il7een?" Oh, hatha shfeenii, hehe, I felt like an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, hehe, wow, I trained you to put on your seat belt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee, itha mo lich, min 7aga albisa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awwww! Now I feel really bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't wear a seatbelt, do you?" He eyed me, wow his eyes!! They seemed to look deep down into me, it was too intimidating, too intensifying, I had to look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7asait!" Phew, ma la7a'6 i had to look away because of those stunning eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You caught me!" I replied as I put on my seat belt. We waved to Rawan as her car passed by us and she winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely sure Ali saw the wink because he was smiling, my face turned red yet again! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, I never got to ask, is it awkward ya3ni? That you see me and Fhaid? Like is it awkward to see us at different times yet the same time?" He asked, he's very blunt, I noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this? Awkward? Naaaah!&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well not really, I mean what happened was a long time ago. I'm pretty sure ya3ni whatever you felt towards me changed. I mean Fahad said ina you still like me, bas hehe, la I don't think so..." I was rambling, some one, kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think my feelings &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;?" Woah, his voiced suddenly became tense. He sounded like Fahad when he got angry at me and told me he loved me. I'm pretty sure he's going to burst right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's short, but posting again tomorow. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;going to sleep now, goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-66944591737231542?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/66944591737231542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/66944591737231542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/66944591737231542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-21.html' title='part 21'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1428317320971220070</id><published>2009-02-21T20:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:18:31.127+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Note</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm working on the new post.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was kinda hectic for me, I was feeling really really down but then I got better.&lt;br /&gt;The new post is going to be added sometime this week, maybe Monday, or Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm traveling! :) Yaaay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be traveling for five days so there won't be a new post until the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for reading... oo send in your suggestions on what you want to happen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the suggestions from the other post which I may use after a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Hi, My Name Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1428317320971220070?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1428317320971220070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/note.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1428317320971220070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1428317320971220070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/note.html' title='Note'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-424822037237453501</id><published>2009-02-16T18:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:43:18.835+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 20: dedicated to Dalia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be strong &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13038957986661907739"&gt;Dalia&lt;/a&gt;, I'm so sorry for your loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Ali as I answered the phone. He seemed frustrated,  "Aloo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Nouf ta3alay what do you think about dinner tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, ta3al 3indina, I think my dad's barbecuing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali's expressions suddenly changed, he looked happy, evilishly happy... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, yallah, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salmay 3alai." Ali told me in a loud voice with a gigantic smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you say something?" I can hear Fahad returning the phone to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um.. ee, Ali yisalim 3alaik."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali? Ay Ali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, Fahad, shfeek, 3ali, your cousin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaaa, ahh he's there with you?" He replied quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup yup, ma3ay ana oo Rawan. We're in Lenotre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah okay, allah yisalma, salmay 3alai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah yisalmik." I replied while glaring at Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this some kind of game to the two of them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you were saying?" He continued talking after I ended the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh, I wasn't saying anything. What was that about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was what about?" Rawan returned and asked as she sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I think it's about a barbeque or something." Ali said at the same time.  Rawan's eyes lit up, here comes trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, Ali! Lazim lazim itjarib her dad's barbeque, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7ayak!" We didn't even start on our main course and she' inviting him? What is going to happen at the end of the meal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mashkoora, but I don't want to intrude."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Good boy!!!&lt;/span&gt; I shouted in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, la, 3adiiii! I'm sure her parents don't mind! Your aunt and uncle are best friends with her parents."I stared so hard at her. I'm pretty sure she can feel the hate vibes coming out of my eyes at that secondl but that didn't stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akeed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nouf insists!&lt;/span&gt;" Whaaat? I insist? Okaayy.. Thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe," Oh no, please, not the deep laugh! My ears love his deep laugh, "3ayal I'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mhhmm... Fahad will be glad to see you." I shot to the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Fahad yaay?" hehehe, the expression on R's face was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup." I put the food into my mouth and chewed the last of my salad while wondering what on Earth was going to happen tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, is that yours?" I asked as I pointed at his car in the parking lot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." He is one lucky guy! I thought to myself, eying the car. I felt someone staring at me, I turned to look at the source, Ali. My face turned into five different shades of red! Okay, okay, I admit, I was eying the car ENVIOUSLY, he busted me! But what's a person to do? It is a fine piece of car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Want to ride?" He asked with a mysterious smile dancing on his face. DO I WANT TO RIDE?! IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION? HELL, I WANT TO DRIVE THAT THING!! Afterall, it's not like I've never riden in one before but you have to understand, I have this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsession &lt;/span&gt;with Aston Martins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, 3adi, mashkoor." I replied quietly, embarrased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akeeeeed?" He asked slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, don't worry, I"ll drive your car home." R winked. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My parents will kill me! &lt;/span&gt;I thought to myself... 9ayra wayid asha6in these days... but they will understand, right? I mean they know about me and Aston Martins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have fun." Rawan whispered into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I'm killing you when I get home, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, we'll see after this car ride!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-424822037237453501?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/424822037237453501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-20-dedicated-to-dalia.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/424822037237453501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/424822037237453501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-20-dedicated-to-dalia.html' title='part 20: dedicated to Dalia'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3019088537343680382</id><published>2009-02-15T22:37:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:53:45.266+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fahad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rawan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s keep this just between us okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi my name is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nouf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ali'/><title type='text'>part 19 continuation</title><content type='html'>We ordered our food and talked for a while, without anything embarrassing or any flirting, thank God, smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our salads Rawan "needed" the bathroom, yeah right, I can tell when she's lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayee ma3aach?" I asked innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, la 3adi, keep Ali company." Her evil smile returned, uh huuuh, okay, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, 5aleeha, she has you all the time, it's my turn now." Uh-oh, this is what I've been dreading... or wanting? I honestly don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan, supposedly, went to use the bathroom and as soon as she got up, Ali faced me completely, "Nouf, bagoolich shay, mu 8ashmara, I'm dead serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... okay?" I replied nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf, intay," he paused, "9ayra a beautiful lady." another pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, umm.. thank you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2, it's not just that, you've always been 7ilwa 3indi... but I never got a chance to tell you the truth.."  Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, Ali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas 5alini I get this out, please, I've been waiting for a very long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" He looked so confused, "I thought you didn't get any of my messages from Fahad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, ummm..." Now or never, "I know because Fahad galii.. he told me everything... why you fought... oo that he never gave you a chance... oo..." I paused, not sure if I should continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O shino?" His 3asaly eyes looked deep down into my eyes, I looked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said he thinks you still like me," I looked back up at him to an unreadable expression, his mouth started moving as if he was about to talk but my phone interrupted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both looked at the screen: Fahad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3019088537343680382?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3019088537343680382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-19-continuation.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3019088537343680382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3019088537343680382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-19-continuation.html' title='part 19 continuation'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3049577043272619631</id><published>2009-02-15T21:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:34:23.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 19</title><content type='html'>After fifteen minutes we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lenotre&lt;/span&gt;. I saw Ali getting out of an Aston Martin, my mouth dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; looked at the direction I was looking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whistled&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;, not only is he a major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;, his car is like your dream car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rawaaan&lt;/span&gt;, kill me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noooow&lt;/span&gt;!!" She laughed, laughed! Ya3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adii&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;indii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;amoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;een&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; she's standing there, laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yallah&lt;/span&gt; he's coming this way." She smiled to him, "SMILE!" She ordered with her mouth closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Halla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;shloonkum&lt;/span&gt;?" Ali approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;amdilla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;zaineen&lt;/span&gt;. Ali this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I forget?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shloonich&lt;/span&gt;? Remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;halla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... nope, Ali? Doesn't ring a bell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ouchhhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I'll have to make you remember 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ayal&lt;/span&gt;." He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt; already talked to me all about you." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Whaa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;aaaaaaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;? My face was like this:   &lt;img style="width: 95px; height: 95px;" alt="http://blog.dispatch.com/1812Nut/Shocked.jpg" src="http://blog.dispatch.com/1812Nut/Shocked.jpg" /&gt;Did she really just say that? I was going to KILL her! I glared at her so hard, she looked at me innocently as if saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;-at? UGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, she did?" He eyed me, smiling mysteriously which made me blush like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, she asked me who you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;laman&lt;/span&gt; I told her you were coming with us." I replied quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;yallah&lt;/span&gt; shall we?" Thank God he changed the topic, I couldn't deal with this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;resturant&lt;/span&gt; and were greeted by the guy next to the sweets table thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Ma'am, a table for three?" Asked the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes please." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; replied with a smile on her face. To the waiter that may look like an innocent smile but I know the evil thoughts running through her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;akfi&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ich&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;een&lt;/span&gt;!" I whispered into her ear while walking to our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Shinooo&lt;/span&gt;?" She asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;innocenlty&lt;/span&gt; with puppy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Mhhmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;shino&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Nouf&lt;/span&gt;?" Ali's voice, I can melt right here, right now, from that voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I replied not really paying attention to what he's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Tifa&lt;/span&gt;'6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;ilay&lt;/span&gt;." I looked at him, he was pulling my chair out from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mashkoor&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem, I owe you one from that day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;interupted&lt;/span&gt; me." Oh my God! He did not just say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; giggled, getting another hard stare from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3049577043272619631?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3049577043272619631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-19.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3049577043272619631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3049577043272619631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-19.html' title='part 19'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-5187282904138451013</id><published>2009-02-14T20:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:47:11.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINALLY REALIZED</title><content type='html'>I reread a bit of my story and I finally realized why some of you think F is gay! LOL;p&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going to tell you guys that he IS NOT gay. He just acts like that around Nouf because they're used to each other and are very comfortable around each other so he doesn't have to act all cold around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he isn't gay.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand what I mean or should I clarify further? Oo BTW plz point out some places where you still think he is gay, poor thing. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-5187282904138451013?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/5187282904138451013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-realized.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5187282904138451013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/5187282904138451013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-realized.html' title='I FINALLY REALIZED'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1335518775880898674</id><published>2009-02-14T13:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:37:04.477+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 18</title><content type='html'>I banged on the bathroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haa?" Rawan replied, "Shfeech?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yalla, let's get ready, lazim inkoon ib Sliders in half an hour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sliders za7ma bikoon, we want somewhere we can talk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you suggest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tadreen shino? 7adi mishtahya Lenotre!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, sure. Lemme call Ali."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad's cousin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Thank God she can't see my face right now, I was blushing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call him then tell me then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the room and called A and told him about the change in plans. Now, I have to get ready, shalbis? I just stared at my closet im9a6la... wai3 ma7ib chithii laman I don't know what to wear.... I felt like wearing a white dress, I love white dresses. I have this Temperly one that I saw Mischa Barton wear once, I decided to wear that with my favorite Chanel flats and Chanel bag. My hair, wavy, as it is, let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SZaf8Jbp4LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/umSSgcN2B0k/s1600-h/mischa_barton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SZaf8Jbp4LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/umSSgcN2B0k/s320/mischa_barton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601466948214962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, by the way Nouf, I love that dress!" Rawan commented as she came in, "I need something to wear please." I forgot that her things weren't with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Choose one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay yallah tell me about Ali? Who is he?" She said while looking to my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know him! Shloon nisaitee? He's Fahad's cousin, ilee kan close ma3a min laman kanaw i9'3aar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, 3araftaa! Ya7lailaaa shloona?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's good." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... that's it? No details?" She asked still facing my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2, ako details."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay...." She put a navy dress on and took a pair of Chanel heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, Rawan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-oh, I sense trouble!" She sat next to me, "Sh9aar?" And so I told her the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't make a big deal, he doesn't know I know!" I freaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God! Oh my God! Ayshay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now shino bitsaween? I thought you liked Fahad? You said he's waiting for you until after college!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what to do. I love Fahad, I really really do. Bas as Fahad said, he didn't give Ali a chance. Plus it's not like I'm doing anything wrong! We're all just friends for right now. Same with Ali and me... See I'm still the same Nouf, I didn't change!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get it bas you can't send them mixed messages!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What mixed messages? Ana oo intay oo Ali 6al3een for lunch, did we say it's a date? No. He doesn't even know F told me about him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay, you have a point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah we're going to be late." I said as I got up and went to my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." She grabbed a purse and I put on a bunch of necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is going to be a very entertaining lunch." She commented on our way out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up." I muttered which made her laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1335518775880898674?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1335518775880898674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-18.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1335518775880898674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1335518775880898674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-18.html' title='part 18'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SZaf8Jbp4LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/umSSgcN2B0k/s72-c/mischa_barton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-8236171592606700583</id><published>2009-02-14T13:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:55:08.040+03:00</updated><title type='text'>VDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day To You All!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU ;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-8236171592606700583?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/8236171592606700583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/vday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8236171592606700583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8236171592606700583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/vday.html' title='VDAY'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1197178454060849172</id><published>2009-02-14T12:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:44:45.705+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This would be so funny if I made her father answer the phone... but that would be evil LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hala Nouf." Is he smiling? It sounds like he's smiling, "Shloonich?" Oh, wow, his voice, so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7amdilla zaina, inta shloonik? Sha5barik?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good, ta3alay are you busy today?" This made me smile, he was very direct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going out with Rawan for lunch right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mind if I join you?" Where'd that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... Sure, 7ayak." I replied.  We were both quiet for a while and I started to get nervous, why isn't he talking? Did he get bored?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, Nouf?" Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe," His laugh is so deep just as charming as his voice, can a person fall in love with a laugh? "Ay ma63am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh, heheh!" I felt so dumb, that's why he was quiet, he was waiting for me to talk, "Sliders in half an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to click end when I hear his voice so I quickly returned the phone to my ear, "...there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am? Ma sima3t?" Ugh, how stupid do I sound right now! A7is he's thinking I haven't seen her for a few years oo she's become so dumb...ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is Fahad coming?" He interrupted my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.. la2." I replied. Is he going to cancel because Fahad isn't coming? Way to make tihngs awkward!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you there." Apparently he wasn't going to cancel. He sounded as though he was smiling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you." I replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1197178454060849172?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1197178454060849172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-would-be-so-funny-if-i-made-her.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1197178454060849172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1197178454060849172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-would-be-so-funny-if-i-made-her.html' title='part 17'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-304010699222795042</id><published>2009-02-13T02:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:27:41.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 16</title><content type='html'>"Good morning." She whispered to me when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi." I smiled. Yesterday seemed like a dream, I wasn't sure if what happened with Fahad and if Rawan's story was a figment of my imagination or the real deal. I looked at the floor, and yup there were the boxes of icecream. I smiled again looking at Rawan, "Wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, you've said it like five times until now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready to get up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2... let's have a lazy day today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have no problem with that." It was Sunday and we both had classes, but, oh well, after all of these events, who needed class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I've been thinking since I woke up, il wa'63 yi5ari3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, fakart feeha gabil la anam, we won't be free like this forever." We just looked at each other, silent, kil wa7da feena in her own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5ayfa... I'm nineteen oo already wa7id galii yab yi56ibnii, ya3ni the real deal, mo 8ashmara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know 7ayati. How do you act now? What are you supposed to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madri, ya3ni yi5ari3 il wa'63,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moo il wa'63 il7een bas bil mosta8bil." I continued on her statement, "ya3ni ako expectations wagt titzawijain? Oo shino itgooleen 7ag raylich lailat il 3irs? Shino bi9eer? Shino itgooleen 7ag raylich wagt il 3irs jidam il nas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tara 9ij 5ayfa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed silent for a while wondering, just wondering and thinking. We were in bed for about a half hour when we heard my mom calling us while approaching our room. Her face peeked in then her body appeared, "9aba7 il 5air, shitsawoon bil frash? Don't you both have classes?" Her voice was so loud and awake compared to the way we were softly talking. You know when you talk in really low voices and soft and then you hear this absoulutly normal voice but it feels like this annoying thing blabbering? Ugh, that's what I'm hearing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"9aba7 il noor." I replied as she sat on my bed next to me, "Lazy day ilyoum, catching up oo wayid ashya2 9araw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay 5ala9, a5aleekum, nadoonii itha ti7tajoonii." She kissed my forehead and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In7i6 movie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, tara mali 5ulg agoom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, affa 3alaich agoomlich, which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pride and Prejudice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oof 7adii mishtahya achoofa!" It's our favorite movie, we can watch it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the DVD and put it in my small dvd player then got back in bed. Allah a7la shay, laman you hide under the covers oo have a soft pillow under your head, oo the warmness that fills up the air under the blankets. 7a6ait il dvd player in between us and we watched the movie. I fell asleep halfway through and when I woke up it was 1pm, Rawan too was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now felt fully revived from all that sleep, I got out of bed and went to brush my teeth and everything when I got out of the bathroom Rawan was up too, "Better now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akh, don't you feel completly revived?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee wallaaah! Bas now I'm really hungry! ni6la3?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, yallah libsay." She went to the bathroom to get ready and I checked my phone. One missed call from an uknown number, 1 from fahad, 2 from other people in class, and four messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Fahad, told him about our lazy day and that Rawan and I are going out for lunch. He's going to play soccer with his friends. I called the other two people from class and chatted for a few minutes with each. I then replied to the four messages and finally got to the unknown number. Random numbers rarely call me so I expected this to be someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked dial on my mobile and the person picked it up on the third ring, "Aloo? Nouf?" A manly, vary familair voice answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-304010699222795042?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/304010699222795042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-16.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/304010699222795042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/304010699222795042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-16.html' title='part 16'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7695484227612538495</id><published>2009-02-13T00:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:03:57.243+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 15</title><content type='html'>""Ya nas sim3oonii!!" Rawan has had enough, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have our full attention now." I said as I swatted F's hand away, again, wain ga3deen... I told him after jam3a! I glared at him but then felt sorry, I didn't have to be mean ya3ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan was quiet all of a sudden and her head was bent as though she was ashamed, "yabi yi56ibni." she whispered. We both shut up and just gaped at her. "Lat6al3oonii chithii!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD R!!" I screamed, "MABROOKKK!! I'm so happy for you!!!!!!" I hugged her tightly. F cleared his voice from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is he?" He acted as the older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abdullah Al ---- " She replied. She tried to say it as if it's just another name but her cheeks were so red and she looked so happy, I think she really is in love. It may not be just  a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chub F, leave her alone." This is her moment, I can't believe she may get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, I know what you're thinking... I didn't mean now, I mean like in a couple of years or so yabi yitzawijni... bas il7een he's telling me 3ashan I tell my parents... let them get to know each other, see if it's going to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, Rawan, tell us all about him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well..." She blushed harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad cleared his throat again, "I have a feeling I don't want to hear this, suwalif il banat, bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as he left, Rawan looked at me, she had a serious expression on, "Noufa, he's a really great guy, ya3ni it's not like I'm in love with him oo that's it, I'm head over heels oo not thinking; bil3aks, I really can see him as a father for our kids and a family supporter oo '3air hatha ohwa wild 3ayla mu7tarama. I think both my parents will approve and would be proud of him. Oo a7ishum they'll get along with him, he's a really great guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow." I was speechless, "Rawan, wow, I'm so happy for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blushed and smiled shyly which made me giggle which made her giggle leading us to having a giggle fest breaking the seriousness that filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me, tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehehhe, what do you want to know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything! Where did you meet him? When? Oo how the hell did he travel with you?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, awalan, don't get the wrong impression, it's not like we ran away together... bas safarna for a project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I was really confused now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First thing first, 5al agoolich sh9ar min il bidaya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah, I"m ready." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, you know how I'm majoring in business..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No kidding." I stuck my tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, anyways, he's in my class; actually he was in my class last year too oo we used to talk o chithi... no actually, we didn't "talk", it's like 3adii laman you ask for notes oo chithii o discuss things going on... you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, like you talk about things in class awal shay ba3dain shway shway 3ogob muda out of class discussions come up oo chithii.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E, exactly. O we'd talk about family oo friends oo events oo like random things... fa we knew each other gabil.... Tadreen shino? Intay chiftii!" She winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayshayyyy, mino kaan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ithakarain this year bidayat il sina, kan akoo carnival ib jam3itii oo we were walking around and then this guy came up to us and said hi then went away and you turned to me and said, 'mino hal hottiee? Hook me up!".... hehe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!! Laaa2! Reallyyyy? Ahhhhhh!!! Rawaaan, score!! Woow!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehehehehhe! I knowww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3ad you told me he was nerdy or geeky.... Normally guys either have the hotness or the brains....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mine has both!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh, yeh yeh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehehehehe, chub!" Her cheeks became even redder, if that were possible, "Anyways, this year he started acting a bit differently... like 9ayer yisalnii wayid 3an 7ayatii oo at times he'd flirt with me.... I enjoyed the attention, a lot. And sometimes, I would, you know, give back... hahaha, like flirt back and stuff." A huge smile crept to her face, "He's ADORABLE!" She gushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww, so you really are in love, you weren't kidding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so." She replied, "Wait, see, you know ilee he makes me happy... whenever I'm with him I feel as though I want to become a better person... and he always makes me smile.... he's a very very comfortable person. Oo I feel as though I trust him with everything.. ya3ni even though I only know him for two years, it does feel right. Bas akeed we're not getting married now.... lail7een lazim we get to know each other more... oo we're just NINETEEN, for Heaven's sake! Bas you know ilee I'm not getting caught up in the moment, I can see a future with him. O he knows that, as I said, he told me yabeenii bas he of course knew I wouldn't marry him now, it's too early for our relationship and our ages... He just wants both our parents and familys to have a healthy relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya7laila! Wow, just from that a7isa 5osh rayal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He really is." She said quietly.  The atmosphere was getting serious again, time for a lighter topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo what about il safra?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umbay you're going to fall in love with him after you hear ishsawalii!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I already am starting to like him by hearing about the way he is with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well, we had this project for buisness where we have to travel in partners..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E, you went to Dubai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah o wagta... the professer decided to pick random students to the front so they can choose a partner.... Oo Sarah (her friend) chose me. After class I see her talking to Abdullah so I waited for her in the corner to discuss our plan. But after she was done talking to Abdullah, they both went up to the professer and I was thinking, hmmmm... what's going on? Then they come out oo Sarah apoligizes to me telling me that she got another partner oo I look up at Abdullah oo he has this mysterious smile on his face. I was like oh well... sa2altha who am I partners with oo she just looks at Abdullah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I got confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah that's what I thought... ana 3abali ina ihya bitkoon ma3a 3abdullah bil project... 6ila3 3abdallah talked to her oo told her he wanted to be with me oo asked her if she minded switching partners."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino awww?! I freaked out after they both walked away... Asafir ma3a walad I don't even know that well?! Ya3ni moo that well bas ilee he's not family! O he's in my buisness class... Ya3ni how are we supposed to plan this? Where are we supposed to meet up?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, 9a7, heheheh itwahagtay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eee! Bas it5ayalay 9ij 9ij maga9ar ya7laila! Each partner was supposed to go to a place.... He requested that our group and Sarah's group head to Dubai. He knew I'd want someone I'm close with with me... Oo it just made me like him more. He's so considerate! We went on the same plane, our seats were next to each other.... We stayed at the same hotel oo ana oo Sarah oo her partner nafs il '3orfa.. ya3ni it was a very pleasent trip... Oo '3air hatha... I got to spend the fourteen days with Abdullah.... Most of it was buisness work in the morning... bas like we talked in the afternoons oo chithii... it was really really nice! I got to know him more and more and learn new things about him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, "I know." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got chocolate chip cookie dough icecream that night and talked about Abdullah the whole time in bed until all the icecream was gone. She fell asleep before me and I just looked at her, she had a smile on and looked like an angel. This overwhelming feeling came over me, shaking me, making me realize we won't always be like this, we both have futures, we both are going to grow up. I'm so happy for her yet so scared about our futures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7695484227612538495?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7695484227612538495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/ya-nas-sim3oonii-rawan-has-had-enough.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7695484227612538495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7695484227612538495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/ya-nas-sim3oonii-rawan-has-had-enough.html' title='part 15'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3195774760565222811</id><published>2009-02-11T23:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:52:20.112+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED-FIRST TAG &amp; Note</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm working on part 15 right now.... I was just stuck in it for the past 4 days or so, not knowing what to do with the characters, but I'm working on it now. Inshallah yi3jibkum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is my first tag, THANK YOU In My Closet (Btw, I love your story, it's AMAZING!) and Fourty-Seven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rules are as follow:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Put a picture of any grumpy person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 222px;" alt="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/r/rr/rrss/504143_grumpy_bum.jpg" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/r/rr/rrss/504143_grumpy_bum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Then Mention 3 things that are just abnormal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt; People who are okay with feet and are okay with looking at them, ewwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt; a person that doesn't laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.&lt;/strong&gt; me not being able to come up with answers ...9a6alt haha;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Two things that irritate you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt; Chewing with your mouth open&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt; copiers/copycats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.One trigger to your anger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a person gets mad at another person or sad or whatever and is too much of a coward to tell them and confront them in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Three people you can't live without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt; My Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt; My family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.&lt;/strong&gt; My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Two people you  want to see.&lt;/strong&gt;-i changed the question-;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt;  my friend, i miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt; the guy in the ma6ar on the counter (7adii widee asafir;p) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.One of your favorite foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese salad/crepes/cold stone creamery/ Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Three of your favorite songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt; It's My Life-Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt;How You Remind Me- Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.&lt;/strong&gt; skyway avenue-we the kings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and many others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.Tag 5 people:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-moi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Charmbracelet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Pourqoui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Fourty-Seven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-wa7da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00997181371995190265" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3195774760565222811?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3195774760565222811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-first-tag-note.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3195774760565222811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3195774760565222811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-first-tag-note.html' title='TAGGED-FIRST TAG &amp; Note'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-57766851014627514</id><published>2009-02-07T23:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:48:23.241+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 14 Dedicated to Fourty-Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Fourty-Seven for all your comments, :D This one's for you, hehe ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, F!" We were on our way home and I stopped abruptly in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You tried to tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face him, he looked at me, confused, "You tried to tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mara&lt;/span&gt;, didn't you! When we were in your house, didn't you? You had this serious look on your face a bunch of times but Ali was there and you couldn't!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eee&lt;/span&gt;." He looked down sheepishly, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;abii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;agoolich&lt;/span&gt;, bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;eer&lt;/span&gt; shay that distracts you, fa I took it as a sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lazim&lt;/span&gt; ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;agoolich&lt;/span&gt;. O I was so angry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;laman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;baitich&lt;/span&gt; to the extent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;inii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;banbi&lt;/span&gt;6, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;widee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;agoolich&lt;/span&gt;, fa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;giltlich&lt;/span&gt; bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nidamt&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ogob&lt;/span&gt;... bas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;laman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yatay&lt;/span&gt; to the place no one knows about, I knew I did the right thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Fahaaad&lt;/span&gt;!" I gave him a hug and smiled. We linked arms and walked home, talking and laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Rawaaaaaaaaaaan&lt;/span&gt;!" We both called her as soon as we entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kaniiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;!" She called back, coming down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;WAWAN&lt;/span&gt;!!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt; screamed, ran to her and gave her a hug. They have this thing going on where they act as if they're kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;FWAHAD&lt;/span&gt;!" She giggled hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by idiots, I thought, giggling to myself, idiots I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hear you have love drama." He shot his eyebrows up, "5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;asawii&lt;/span&gt; popcorn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; tell us all about it!" He left us and went to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt; grabbed my arm and pulled me to my room, "All good?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;, a7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ibaa&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, I know 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;abibtii&lt;/span&gt;! Does he know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I told him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes opened wide, "Good for you." She winked, "what happens now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; shay, we'll see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;shino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;eer&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ogob&lt;/span&gt; jam3a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Noufa&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so proud of you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Mashallah&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;alaich&lt;/span&gt; very mature, your parents raised you well. If they knew this, I know they'll be so proud; of course they already are, bas, wow!" I blushed and smiled. We heard a noise at the door which scared us but then a scent of popcorn filled the room and we realized it was Fahad. He came into the room with this huge grin on his face. Oh my God, did he hear us? My cheeks burned. Fahad stared into my eyes as he walked towards us causing shivers up and down my spine. He really is gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah Rawan, we don't have all day! We're dying to hear what happened." He sat next to me and broke eye contact. Instead his hand held onto my hand, hmmm... maybe I'm not as mature as Rawan said I was, my hand in his feels really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawan noticed something was going on, she eyed our hands but didn't say anything. Instead, she just smiled and then smiled even more remembering she was going to talk about what happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm in love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!" I haven't seen her for two weeks and she fell in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, just kidding, you should've seen your faces!!" Evil, evil person! hehe, "Actually this guy and I from jam3a have been flirting the whole year, N, you have to see him, he's such a hottie! O hal safra ilee safarta, well, kan ma3aay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gaped at her, "You never told us!! Who is this guyy??? I wanna see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahad squeezed my hand, "No please, don't." He replied which made Rawan laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's actually a tiny bit shorter ya3ni maybe 3cms shorter than Fahad oo he's tan, he has the most beautiful smile, whitest teeth-he doesn't smoke which is definatly a plus--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, that's a plus, ashwa I don't smoke 3ayal," Fahad commented, looking straight into my eyes. Oh, that's how it is, ha? He's building his stats up, making himself more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared right back into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;eyes, "Hmm, I like guys who smoke, I think it's hot!" Burrrrrrrrn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E7mmm...." Oh, Rawan was talking, right, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," I replied, ashamed that we were flirting and challenging each other right in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not." Fahad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;part 15 soon! any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-57766851014627514?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/57766851014627514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-14-dedicated-to-fourty-seven.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/57766851014627514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/57766851014627514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-14-dedicated-to-fourty-seven.html' title='part 14 Dedicated to Fourty-Seven'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-2610742905579435028</id><published>2009-02-05T00:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:20:13.956+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 13</title><content type='html'>"Uh huh, continue?" He gave me a smirk, he was happy about my confession, I can see that. He saw that I didn't want to talk but he wasn't going to take no for an answer, "Il7een ana giltlich inee a7ibich, I confessed everything to you, your turn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he does have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm..." I blushed like crazy, "Ana a7ibik ba3ad?" Apparently that wasn't enough, he didn't even laugh, just glared at me, daring me to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay," I guess all secrets are out today, "6ool hal wagt, I've always seen you as a friend, my best friend. Bas last year, you remember your birthday?" he nodded, "ee, well, hathak il wagt bidait achoofik ib 6aree8a thanya. Rawan pointed out that you are, well, good-looking, to say the least ya3ni." He laughed. "Oo 3ogba I just saw you in a new light, chift ina kibarna, oo inik 9irt rayal... oo that you are really really hot." I felt myself blushing more and more but I could see his smile getting wider and wider, "bas walla mara itawa8a3t inik u feel the same way,  ya3nii lail7een mo mistaw3iba!" I laid on my side to face him, he had this huge smile on his face. "Il7een shino bi9eer F?" I'm really curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no longer a smile on his face, "I really don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just stayed like that for half an hour, not knowing anything about the present and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like Ali?" He asked me after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your morals changing after today?" This really scared me, he means am I going to change my ideas on dating after all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so." I whispered, "F, we need to take it slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slower than this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, I know what you mean, but still..." I don't want to be in a relationship, I'm such a traditional Kuwaiti girl. I bet you anything you won't find too many girls that are not willing to throw all their beliefs and morals away for a guy, even though he's the perfect guy; I'm not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry." He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry?! Fahad?" I was shocked, "Are you taking everything you said back? '3ayart rayik ya3ni 3ashan I'm not going to date you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2, not at all Noufa, what the hell? I respect your morals more than anything! I'll never ask you to change them. They make you who you are! I love how traditional you are." Oh so he wasn't talking about us dating, "I'm sorry I never gave Ali a chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A chance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, over the course of the five years he has been going out of his way to make things right with me. I never told you this before. O laman ma a36ee wayh, he asks about you. Nouf, he really cares about you. I'm sorry I didn't give him a chance to show you who he is and what he offers. He's really a great guy, I just wanted you so badly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We still have now. Fahad, I understand inik it7ibni 3ashan ana a7ibik bas tawna bil jam3a.... laman nit5araj, we'll see." I smiled, "Il7een let's all hang out, without the awkwardness please." And I was being honest, I truly love F, but we're still young, we haven't seen much of the world. When the time's right, we can talk to our parents. Right now, we still have time to be young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand oo I completly support you. O ban6irlich." He winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O ana natra6lik 3ogob ma nit5araj, abeek ti56ibni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lail7een moo ma56oobeen o u start ordering me around!" He rolled his eyes and we were back to being ourselves. We both looked at each other and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah, let's go home. Rawan's waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rawan ihnii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E oo she has love drama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe! No wayy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-2610742905579435028?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/2610742905579435028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-13.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2610742905579435028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2610742905579435028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-13.html' title='part 13'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4665835764814452361</id><published>2009-02-03T23:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:05:06.592+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wallah 3ashankum intaw my followers oo readers.. oo 3ashan my short posts, sawait double post today, hope it makes up as a long one.... thank you all... hope you like it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad." Saying his name felt weird, it felt foreign in his space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned around as if not believing he heard someone calling his name. He looked surprised and shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufa?" A question. Hmmm.... does he think he's dreaming? He looked as though he thought he's dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and laid next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have a lot to talk about F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E, now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gabil ma nabdi, shloon yatay ihnii? No one ever comes here." And so I explained. It was difficult to just look into his face and tell him but I overcame the fear and guilt. I told him that I followed him the first time and the times after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow." He muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just lay there on the ground looking at the sky for a while without any of us speaking. It was completly silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'm ready now." Fahad, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akeed&lt;/span&gt;?" Obviously, I don't want to force him, and I, myself, may not be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." He answered straight away, "Where do you want to start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five years ago," I paused, "what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't argue, without missing a beat he said, "Ali and I realised we both like you, a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh." I said, still not believing it, he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I go on walla 5ala9 malatay?" Is he serious?! I've been waiting for this for a while! I turned my face to face him, he had a gorgeous sarcastic smile on which made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wait for me." I winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, il mohim ina that day, kina thalathatna ib baiti oo atthakar ina kina bin6ali3 film... intay ri7tay il 7amam oo at that time Ali turned to me and said he wanted to confess something but didn't want to make things weird... o ba3dain sikat oo laf rasa 3al 7amam to see if u were there... ba3dain galii ina yi7ibich.... he likes being around you, he likes being with you, he just likes you.... chan ana atwahag, bas a6al3a madri shagool 3ashan kint 7as nafs il shay 3anich... ba3dain 6ila3tay min il 7amam oo yatay il 9ala..." Aha, I remember the awkard mood, "kamalna il film bas ana ma rakazt, kint 5ayif, shino bi9eer?! kint a7ibich bas ali kan yi7ibich oo il7een shino bi9eer fee thalathatna.... chan faj2a agoom oo a5ith 3ali fi wis6 il film oo awadii il 7adee8a 3ashan akalma, ma gidart asta7mil....ri7na bara oo gilt 7ag 3ali inii ana a7ibich..... chan yi6ignii... intay ihnee tawich gimtay oo 3ogob ma 6agnii tiasaf oo hatha laman intay yatay bil 7adi8a oo ana 6agata... oo 3ogba... ilee 9aar il ashya2 ta'3yiraw ma3ana... 9ar isboo3 ma kalamta, oo il isboo3 9ar shahar oo il shahar 9ar shahrain.. laman tajaama3 oo 9irna man3arif ba3a'6 kilish 3ogob moda... laman 9ar 5ams isneen... laman hathak ilyoum......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God." I stated. He laughed, his beautiful manly laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laman itfakreen feeha, ee, ya3ni gidarna inkalim ba3a'6 inchoof shisalfa bas 7igarna ba'3a'6."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E wallaaaah.. O hathak ilyoum ib baitkum laish 3a9abt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ali lail7een yi7ibich. Kila laman yijarib yikalmini hal 5ams isneen, yisa2l 3anich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bas inta ba3ad it7ibni?" I blushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shrayich&lt;/span&gt;?" He looked at me as if I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallah Fahad, to tell you the truth, I think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; like you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-4665835764814452361?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/4665835764814452361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-12.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4665835764814452361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4665835764814452361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-12.html' title='part 12'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1972266574284163828</id><published>2009-02-03T23:19:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:46:55.937+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 11: Past/ F's sister</title><content type='html'>If I knew anything about Fahad, I know that he won't be home right now, instead he'll go to his favorite place in all of Kuwait which is a secret to everyone, me included. The only way I know it's his favorite place is because I once followed him there when his sister passed away and ended up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he doesn't know that I followed him, I was too scared to admit it at to him at the time. So I just wanted to see where he's going, making sure he won't get into any problem. Now year after year since then whenever there's something really bad going on his life, and it's only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;bad things, he goes back to his spot. He doesn't know that I know that and when I bring it up in a way of asking him what he did that day, he'll just say he was asleep or something. I feel really bad not telling him that I know. You know the feeling when someone has a secret and you know it and you don't tell them you know it? It's like stepping into their space, I felt a bit rude and disrespectful, you know what I mean? And I still do feel guilty after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister was 5 years older than him and she loved him so much and he loved her even more. He looked up to her, worshiped her, she was his role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died from a car accident on her way to her friend's house. I was at his house that night. She was fifteen and such a happy person, just like Fahad. I remember the last time we saw her very clearly even though we were only nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah, til3ibeen ma3ana?" A ten year old me asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw! Noufiii," She used to always call me Noufi, and I loved it, "wallah, I wish!! Bas I will tomorrow for sure." She winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laish wain ray7aaaa?" Fahad tried to make it sound like a question but it showed he was sad she wouldn't be playing with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wallah Fahoodii," She's the only one that called him that, no one does now, he doesn't like anyone calling him that now, "baroo7 3ind Haya (her best friend), ihya il7een 3al 6ireej yaya min bait 3amatha ta5ithni oo inroo7 baitha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah tara ana a7ib haya," Fahad stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ihya itmooot 3alaik!!" This made the biggest smile ever appear on F's ten year old face, he was so happy his sister's friend liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her phone rang after that, "Aloo?" She answered, "Intay bara? Kanii yaya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahoodii oo Noufii lazim aroo7 il7een bas tadroon mino yi7ibkum akthar min Haya?" We both just stared at her with eager eyes, wanting to know who, "Anaaaaaa! Ana amooooooooooooot 3alaikum, ma tadroon ishkither a7ibkum!" Then she started tickling F and me which made us laugh so hard. F &amp;amp; I gave her a kiss and she kissed us both and hugged us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Achoofkum il laila inshallah, don't stay up, okay?" She knew we were going to, kina nistanis 3ala staying up late, acting as though we're adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay." We answered innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love you both!!" She gave us kisses but Haya honked the horn and she had to go, "Byyye.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued playing until it was time for bed. We stayed up late, later then ever before, waiting for her to come back so we can surprise her by how late we stayed up when we heard the phone ring in the kitchen and a scream. We never got to surprise his sister that night, and after that, we hardly talked about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F &amp;amp; I didn't sleep that night, we couldn't. In the morning I heard his footsteps, I left his mother's room where I was sleeping, and tried not to make a sound. He left the house, we weren't supposed to but I guess no one was paying attention. I didn't want anything bad to happen to him, it's a big scary world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was really quiet, F didn't hear me at all, he kept on walking and walking and walking. He got to a place, looked at it, then moved his lips, talking to himself. I heard what he said and it broke my heart then and there and I knew at that moment I shouldn't intrude on his space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This present situation is really different from his sister but I had a feeling, from the way Rawan described him, that he won't be going home. I walked and walked and walked and found him at his spot. Over the years, I found a good hiding place to just hide and make sure he'll be okay. He was laying on his back and just looking at the sky. It was now or never, I knew I have to be brave and finally confront him and then talk about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1972266574284163828?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1972266574284163828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-11.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1972266574284163828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1972266574284163828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-11.html' title='part 11: Past/ F&apos;s sister'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-329158024238028301</id><published>2009-02-02T22:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:43:34.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology and Sites</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone first of all, thanks for the comments and thanks for following! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, I really am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely &lt;/span&gt;sorry for my very short posts. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;they're really really short. I'm really busy these days but, no excuses, sometime this week I'll give you guys a really really long post I promised you all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that just wanted to spread the word on the blogs I'm reading and really enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mymodernfairytale-moi.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://lostb2amreeka.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://pourqoui1.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is a new blog but the beginning seems interesting, can't wait for more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://step-into-my-closet.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check them out if you haven't and support them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-329158024238028301?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/329158024238028301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/apology-and-sites.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/329158024238028301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/329158024238028301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/apology-and-sites.html' title='Apology and Sites'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-8980476310186255879</id><published>2009-02-02T22:03:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:46:20.508+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 10</title><content type='html'>What was I doing?! Am I an idiot!? This is my best friend! He's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; and my oldest and my first friend! He's the boy my parents never had, he's the guy I'm absolutely comfortable hanging out with (accept for the times where my mind wanders off, seeing him as more of a friend)! He's the guy that is allowed to stay in my room while I shower. He's the guy I trust with all my heart. He's the guy I can see being my kids' dad, the guy who will take care of us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;, I'm going ahead of myself! He's first and foremost my best friend, and that's what I'm going to concentrate on now. I'm not allowing myself to get excited over him admitting he has a crush on me, is crush too strong a word? I think it's more like liking me at a higher level; but the jealousy, his actions, the way he got mad when I couldn't see the truth, is it a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop it N!!! I have to talk to him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Speed dailing&lt;/span&gt; his number on my mobile, I waited and waited and waited.... Three rings, no answer, it normally took him at most two rings. Four rings, five rings, finally voicemail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hala&lt;/span&gt;, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt;, *my laugh heard in the back* leave a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Akh&lt;/span&gt;, I remember the time we recorded it as soon as he got his phone. We tried recording over and over again and seemed to fail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; because we were laughing too much. In the end he did this quick message where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; my laugh is heard. That's it, I'm going over to his house, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wain ray7a? I just got here!" Called my cousin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rawan&lt;/span&gt;, from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;RAWAN&lt;/span&gt;!!!" I haven't seen her in two weeks since she traveled to Dubai, "Oh my God!! How are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;youu&lt;/span&gt;??" I ran to her and gave her a bear hug. Another person that I trust with almost everything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt; and her are the closest two people to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing her made me happy but as soon as she said, "I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt; while driving on the way here, he looked miserable! 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ayl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yiksir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; 5a6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;!!", I felt terrible. She's a big sucker for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt;, and I know what she means, he cares for other people, he always wants to see them happy, it's heartbreaking to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was he really really sad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Noufa&lt;/span&gt;, he looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;!! I never saw him like this! He just looked... I can't explain it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Noufa&lt;/span&gt; wallah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yiksir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; 5a6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;, I just didn't know what to tell him fa gilt 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ayee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;asilich&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Rawaaan&lt;/span&gt;, he says he liked me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally." She mumbled, "O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;intay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ibla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ishsawaytay&lt;/span&gt;?! You didn't tell him you don't like him back did you?! You have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;humongous&lt;/span&gt; crush 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;alai&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't say anything, I was too shocked." What did she say by finally? Ah! Did everyone else see it? "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Yal&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;mara&lt;/span&gt; why didn't you tell me anything!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt; by the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lazim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;itgooleenlii&lt;/span&gt; 3an your trip, bas right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;lazim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;akalim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;fahad&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be back in an hour or so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No worries, I'll be here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; I'll tell you my own love drama!" She winked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love drama?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Nooo&lt;/span&gt;! Really!?"She had the same morals and standards as I had on dating and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go, go! I missed you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missed you too." I went over and hugged her then left the house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-8980476310186255879?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/8980476310186255879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-10.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8980476310186255879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/8980476310186255879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-10.html' title='part 10'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-6007167133136129354</id><published>2009-02-01T22:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:33:21.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 9</title><content type='html'>"Can you say something?" He mumbled. I was quiet for about two minutes, just staring at him without blinking. I didn't understand what he just said, did he like me? Or did he mean in the past when we were kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Care to elaborate? I like u too, bas I don't think I'm imaging here, are you saying something more?" I finally answered. A smile was creeping to his face, A SMILE!! What the hell, a freaking heart breaking smile! Wasn't he just frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nouf," he came closer, "NOUF, you don't know how I'm going crazy over you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like me." A statement, not a question; wow, I can't believe this. No, I really can't believe this. I didn't say anything, thinking about it; but I had to ask, "Shino ya3ni? Il7een walla gabil? O ishda5al 3ali? Laish 6agaita?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As more than a friend," He muttered, "and Ali did too; I think he still does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am, DID? The fight was because you both liked me? We were THIRTEEN! And do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; still?" Remembering the way he was acting, oh my God, he does still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah well, it wasn't like you helped! Plus, you wanted to know!" He responded, "You know what, I see this was a mistake." He looked miserable. He left my room without even saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go after him but I was frozen in my place. These two guys, one that I had a SERIOUS crush on, the other that I'm starting to like, both liked me; and I may be losing one of them now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-6007167133136129354?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/6007167133136129354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-9.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6007167133136129354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/6007167133136129354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-9.html' title='part 9'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-2125485296771887200</id><published>2009-02-01T21:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:09:34.061+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 8</title><content type='html'>"F, will I ever know what happened between you and A? Pleaaase, I'm dying to know!" I asked him as soon as we left. We had a great time, talking the rest of the time. Things were still tense between F &amp;amp; A but at least he's invited him to come to our university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufa, I don't know." He became quiet all of a sudden, he didn't say anything for a whole minute then continued, "Wait, la2, you know what, I'll tell you, as soon as we get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quiet the whole way, which wasn't weird or awkward for us but under these circumstances, it is kind of weird. I didn't know how to act or what to expect, what was he going to tell me? Is he going to change his mind? I looked over at him, he seemed frustrated, he was over thinking which showed by his eyebrows furrowing. We got to my house in less than six minutes but the anticipation made it feel like much more time passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You." He was quiet the whole way until we were inside my door, he held my hands, looked me in the eyes and said one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" What do I have to do with anything? What is he talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Five years ago, we were playing around, you, me, and Ali; Ali and I fought, it was over you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not following, fighting over me what for exactly?" He looked really frustrated and I felt I was dumb for not getting it. However, it may be because I was distracted by how adorable he looked! Man, he's such a hottie!!! My thoughts were heading to a different direction, I was thinking of the woman he will marry, she will be such a lucky person. A7lim inee akoon that person, I know F doesn't see me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laish ma tifhameen?!" He interrupted my thoughts, he was really mad. "A7ibich!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-2125485296771887200?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/2125485296771887200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-8.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2125485296771887200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2125485296771887200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-8.html' title='part 8'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-1136962771673159831</id><published>2009-01-29T10:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:34:24.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 7</title><content type='html'>We all, well not all, it was either me and F, or me and A, talked for a while. Ali tried to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt; a bunch of times, but F didn't give him the time of day. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suwalif&lt;/span&gt; between Ali and I were going great. We talked about everything going on for the past five years. He really grew up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imbayin&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt;, no more fooling around, no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suwalif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yahil&lt;/span&gt;, no more teasing. I swear it's not about the looks bas 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rayal&lt;/span&gt;! Not the Kuwaiti type of "man" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ilee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yil&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;banat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bisoug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shuwari&lt;/span&gt;3, no, 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rayal&lt;/span&gt; mu7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;taram&lt;/span&gt;, and I can see it's not an act. I'm liking him more and more by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali's mother came to our table, when he saw her, he smiled. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Halla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;yuma&lt;/span&gt;," He stood up. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Shloon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; ma3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lail&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;een&lt;/span&gt;?" We already talked to her before coming to the table, she looked at me and F and smiled. A has the sweetest mom, she's so lovable, and I know she really cares about F and I. Even though F isn't talking to A, he really looks up to his mom and respects her. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Abii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;musa&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ishway&lt;/span&gt; ma3a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;telephonii&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were talking, I nudged F on my other side, I turned to him and whispered: "Is it him?! Because if it is him, he's FREAKING HOT! O 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;rayaal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kubar&lt;/span&gt;, he's very well mannered!" F just looked at me, I continued:  "Bas I know why you wouldn't tell me, because of the fight you guys went into, but that was in the past, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; i have no idea what is was about bas he's such a gentleman now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure.." he looked down, bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" I pulled hi face up, his eyes were so sad. "F?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;, la2, walla shay." Okay this is stupid, I'm his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;when something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not letting this go." I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ta3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;alay&lt;/span&gt;, sh9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; morals on guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; not dating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;chithi&lt;/span&gt;? You see Ali for an hour after five years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; they're all dropped?" He was trying to be sarcastic but I can see it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Whaaat&lt;/span&gt;? Who said anything about DATING?! I'm just TALKING to him! You know you should try that! He's your cousin! What's your deal?" I freaked out. I see why he's being weird, he thinks I'm going to change. "I am NOT that type of girl, a person to go crazy when she meets a hot guy. God, he's just a friend! And were you not the one to tell me to dress up as if I'm trying to impress a guy? If anything, you are the one ruining my morals. We're just friends, like you and me. Well not exactly, you are my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend, but you know what I mean." I looked over at Ali who was still helping his mom, they both turned and smiled to us. He's on the same level of hotness as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt;, I guess they have a really good gene in there somewhere. "Can you please put some effort and talk to him? Please? It's breaking my heart, you guys were really close!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine." He mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smile?" He gave me this huge cheesy fake one which made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;alata&lt;/span&gt;, min &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;wilda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hatha&lt;/span&gt;?" I joked, pinching his cheeks which got me a real smile from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha Ali, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;itzoorna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;bil&lt;/span&gt; jam3a?" That, surprisingly, was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Fahad&lt;/span&gt;. Ali turned around from his mother, faced us with a big smile on his face, "I would love to."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-1136962771673159831?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/1136962771673159831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-7.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1136962771673159831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/1136962771673159831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-7.html' title='part 7'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4495725361225134566</id><published>2009-01-29T10:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:43:34.146+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 6</title><content type='html'>Fahad looked down at his hands, annoyed and flustered. Why does this voice sound familiar? I turned around to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complete &lt;/span&gt;hottie. This guy was way taller than me, maybe 5'7, (i'm 5'4). He wasn't goofily tall, he was actually fit for his length. He had brown hair with lighter streaks from the sun which complemented his tan. I took a step forward, looked closer and saw the most hypnotic pair of 3asaly eyes, just like F's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pairs of eyes, only one other person our age other than F has them, "ALI!? is that YOU in there?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noufa, it is YOU!" His eye traveled from up to down in way that can't be misinterpreted, "Mashallah 3alaich, kbartay, mi7lawa. Sha5barich?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm great, wow, how's everything with u, it's been a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F cleared his throat from behind me. Ali nodded at F and put his hand out, "Hallah shloonik?" F hesitated at first then shook his hand. What the hell's his problem!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali turned back to me, "Five years is way too long to be away from you... Kila asaal Fahad 3anich." Whaaat? Fahad never brought him up.  As I said, F isn't close with his mother's side's family but he and Ali were best friends. For a while, Fahad, Ali, and I would hang out as much as we can together. We were all kids so it wasn't weird and they always included me even though I was  a girl. However, after the last time we hung out together, when we were thirteen, I haven't seen him that much again. Jarabt cham mara afich il maw'6oo3 ma3a F asking him what happened but he always changes the topic as quickly as he can. I hope one day I'll know what went wrong, they were like brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come sit down, we'll catch up." I love his voice! It's so deep. We got to the tables, salamna 3ala ahil F, then took an empty table for the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to sit down when I heard, "Let me," Ali pulled out my chair for me while F rushed at the same time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry." Mumbled Ali... Awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited until F pushed my chair in and sat down then sat next to me on my other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, how's life?" He asked, giving me an adorable smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-4495725361225134566?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/4495725361225134566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-6.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4495725361225134566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4495725361225134566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-6.html' title='part 6'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3969730948055658088</id><published>2009-01-28T23:20:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:41:26.494+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 5 continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back, thank you for the comments, hehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Latsawii roo7ik nasii! Who is the guy you were talking about ib Avenues?" I glared at him. He look hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N," he paused, "Sim3ay, I need to tell you something.." he paused again and his face suddenly became serious; uh-oh what is it? I rotated my body to face him again showing him he has my full attention. He looked as if he was about to say something when I heard someone call from behind, "Nouffaaa, is that you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this was the continuation of the last one, it's not part 6... itha u want me to join up the two, tell me, I just didn't want to confuse you. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3969730948055658088?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3969730948055658088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-5-continued.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3969730948055658088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3969730948055658088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-5-continued.html' title='part 5 continued'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-2543630990287524281</id><published>2009-01-28T17:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:55:01.037+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part 5</title><content type='html'>When we got to his house, we greeted his parents and my parents who were talking in the kitchen and then went outside to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;I really love his garden, it makes me feel as though I'm in a rain forest, in another world, it's a great escape. You see, his garden is filled with grass, plants, flowers, trees etc... It smells amazing! It smells like him. Other than the plants, his parent built a soccer field on one side and a swimming pool on another. The swimming pool is my absolute favorite spot. Not only does the grass surround it from every side, it also has a beautiful waterfall running into it and a slide from the shallow end. I'm a sucker for waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like diving into the water right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh eh, me too, bas la N, lazim we behave il7een." He pointed to his cousins sitting on tables. Ah, yes, the cousins we don't know that well. F is really really close with his cousins from his father's side but his cousins from his mother side, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You remember a5ir mara chifnahum kilhum!?" I asked him, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ee, oola tadreen 9aar 5 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La! Kina 13?!" Wow has it been that far back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E! Oola!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atthakar ithawasht ma3a wa7id, Ali, 9a7? Kan yit7arash feenii." He became a bit tense at that moment. Wow, I didn't realise he still got mad at this after five years, we were yahaloo for heaven's sake! He looked at my confused expression and calmed down a bit. "Binchoofa ilyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madri." He said queitly and then mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Na3am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino?" He looked at me, innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gilt shay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2." What the heck is his problem? We were having fun five minutes ago! I guess it's time for a change in topic, and I have just the one in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F," He turned his body so he was facing me, directly. I paused, staring into his stunning eyes, tana7t fee, why does he do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N? Alooooo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Ah, kint agool shay 9a7?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, ee, bas makamaltay." I moved my eyes away from his face, I needed a distraction. My eyes landing on his jaw, uh-oh bad idea, move your eyes away from his jaw, N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my body away from him as soon as I remembered what I wanted to say. I glanced at his family, "Which one is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The guy I got all dressed up for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" He acted innocent, he really looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry everyone, I was going to continue this but I'm leaving the house now oo inshallah as soon as I get back, I'll continue the post and you'll find out what happens... Basaaweelukum action ishway. ;) hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-2543630990287524281?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/2543630990287524281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-5.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2543630990287524281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/2543630990287524281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-5.html' title='part 5'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4166505607772197482</id><published>2009-01-27T23:57:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:30:19.640+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 4: Dedicated to Pampers :)</title><content type='html'>love you pampers!! :D inshallah ur headache ra7. :) Done 3 minutes before deadline hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my watch, it was 5:45, we have to be at his family's house at 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahad, yamdii in9awer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akeed, haw, il bait yamna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, wain bin9awir ilyoum?" We always take pictures in different places depending on my clothes and his mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ana agool nitmasha 3al mamsha oo nit9awer, a7la shay ma3a il sunset, yi6ali3 the beautiful brown streaks in your hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanasa, yallah." We went outside and as always, I'd act natural yet pose whenever and however he wanted me to. As usual, he wouldn't let me see the pictures until he's done taking all of them; but I don't mind, his photos are AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the neighborhood in circles just laughing, talking, goofing around; he took a picture every time I laughed and smiled, akh! I want to see them so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by so fast, the next thing I know it's 6:30. "Fahood, tara lazim inroo7 il7een!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7adich geek! Kila it7eebeen itroo7een on time!" he teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chub, yalla ta3al, show me the pictures on the way. I'm dying to see them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He handed the camera to me and watched me nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F, seriously, wow!" Every picture looks better than the other. In the closeups, he showed my makeup and my hair glowed; in the ones that are zoomed out, he captured the light perfectly and shot it so my body interacted with background, "Wow." There were photos of me laughing my real laugh, and the happiness I felt showed in the pictures.  It wasn't the fact that they were pictures of me, it was just the way he captured them, especially with the sunset. They were really beautiful. "Wow." By each photo, I got even more amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mashkoora" He whispered quietly. I looked over at him, he was looking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww he's such a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on tortured artist." 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-9074797272616681515</id><published>2009-01-27T10:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:50:25.622+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank yous, thank yous, thank yous</title><content type='html'>First of all, Sweetsinbahrain, I want to thank you for being my first follower, hehe. :) I read your blog o indimajat but it's not letting me post comments. ;/ Can't wait for the next post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, thank you, everyone else for your comments! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inshallah yi3jibkum hal 8o9a, oo i'll add more posts up in a day or two. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-9074797272616681515?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/9074797272616681515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-yous-thank-yous-thank-yous.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/9074797272616681515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/9074797272616681515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-yous-thank-yous-thank-yous.html' title='Thank yous, thank yous, thank yous'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-7663512341262497465</id><published>2009-01-26T14:05:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:03:52.675+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fahad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s keep this just between us okay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuwait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi my name is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>part 3</title><content type='html'>We went back to my house to get ready. He lives four houses down so we can leave whenever we want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi 5alti" he greeted my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi yuma" I went over to give her a kiss. She was sitting on the couch watching TV, I sat next to her while F sat on the other side of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hala, shloon il jam3a ma3akum? o did you find anything in Avenues?"  Both my parents are like friends to F and I; we tell them everything. We talked with her for half an hour about our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A5af imsaween shay min waray?" she commented about the lady in Avenues while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, la uma lat5afeen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walla tara zain itsawee feekum!" aw, my mom. :) "yallah, goomaw itjahizaw 7ag il laila."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, bye; yallah Fhaid goom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my room and he took out his camera, "Photoshoot time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, plz, moo il7een, albis oo atjahaz oo ba3dain." I love his photos! He's an incredible portrait photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, yallah lat6awleen. Basta3mil il computer okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showered and dressed in my bathroom as quick as I can. As soon as I opened the door, the scent of strawberry shampoo I used filled my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmm, allah, 7ilwa il ree7a! Widee aklich." Silly F, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, hehe, thank u, gi6lee my makeup bag plz." He took it out of my white Balenciaga bag and threw it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ibsir3a itsaba7tay o libastay, hal kither mistansa 3ala il laila?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La yal 5ibil, 3ashan il photoshoot!" I said with a big smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3afya 3al shaa6ra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom, put on my eyeliner, mascara, lipgloss, and blush, wore my heels, and curled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good enough?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Raawrr, mino hathii il 7ilwa? 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I blushed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up to me and covered my cheek with his hand. "Did you put something on your cheeks walah i7marartay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya 7maaar! Hehehehehe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha? Tistansain 3ala my comments achoof?" He's having so much fun with this; for some reason he's becoming excited, shisalfa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chub!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya 7abibtiii shaklich iyanin! O you know how to work that dress with your beautiful curves." Oh my God, I can feel my cheeks becoming redder and redder, doesn't he know how he affects me?! Of course he doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehhehehh! Chub Fahad, bas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hal ibtisama maku 3alaiha, hehe, yallah let's go take pictures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-7663512341262497465?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/7663512341262497465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-3.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7663512341262497465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/7663512341262497465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-3.html' title='part 3'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-3137582015818971029</id><published>2009-01-24T09:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:38:42.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: In Avenues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"How about this one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La2, it's too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean too long! Waaai F, we've been over this a million times! This reaches right above my knees, it's not too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yallah 3ad! What would you wear ya3ni if you were trying to impress a guy?" Hah! He slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wala shay zain." he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"latgoolii you're making me go shopping in ten million different stores 3ashan ra7 'it'6abi6ni' with a guy I'm not even going to date!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5ala9, insay." his face became completely red, poor guy, busted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mino hatha ilee kint bit7i6nii ma3a?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La, ma7ad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma ra7 itgoolii ha?! 5ala9 ana baktishif 7ag nafsi il laila!" in your face F. "AND I'm getting this beautiful LONG Chloe dress and wearing it tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5ala9 3ala ra7tich, yallah 5anroo7."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shfeek za3alt?" He looked really bummed out, I don't get what the problem is ya3ni 7afi'6 my closet and everything in it, we could've just taken something from there. Other than that, this guy hates shopping; he would come with me and we would have fun but he hates looking at dresses after dresses after dresses, who in the world is he trying to set me up with?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started laughing and his expressions turned back to normal, "Lat 5afeen ma za3alt." he winked. "Bas kint abeech you look good in front of my family, and girls like to dress up to look good in front of guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, I"m not buying that big guy, he knows me better than that; he knows I love to dress up for the sake of dressing up. Oh well, I'll let this slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ila3na min Chloe arm in arm, oo 7a9alna the dirtiest looks ever min il nas. At one point wa7da yat galatlina, "Ma tisti7oon 3ala weyuhkum?! laish titmashoon chithi? I7na musleemeen ib dawla 3arabia, ma 3indina ha suwalif!" Oh my God, F and I looked at each other, shakilna binmoot min il '6i7ik. She saw our faces, grabbed onto her kids tighter and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHHAHAAHHA" We held on to each other, laughing our butts off. 5azna cham wa7id bas whatever we didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was hilarious!" F was really enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oof 7adaa! Yala yal ahbal 5al nirja3 il bait, abii atjahaz 7ag il laila mo bagi shay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shitsaween itha asheelich ihnii nafs ilyoum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I punched him in the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A7! What was that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That, my friend was 7ag carrying me today like that in front of the people while I was wearing a dress!" and stuck my tongue out at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soorryy." He gave me his puppy eyes, he doesn't even know the effect they have on me! Aww his manly face was so adorable while doing puppy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a kiss on the cheek, getting more dirty stares, ugh. "Yallah ta3al, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-3137582015818971029?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/3137582015818971029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-2-in-avenues.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3137582015818971029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/3137582015818971029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-2-in-avenues.html' title='Part 2: In Avenues'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-585218775928472023</id><published>2009-01-23T20:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:43:09.188+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Profile Picture</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, just wanted to give props to the photographer...&lt;br /&gt;I got my profile picture from this girl's deviantart and she has really beautiful pictures... check them out.&lt;br /&gt;http://cut-and-paste.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of art, if any of you are, tell me and I'll post some really good art on here. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-585218775928472023?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/585218775928472023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-profile-picture.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/585218775928472023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/585218775928472023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-profile-picture.html' title='My Profile Picture'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115095833641402559.post-4506591397328238671</id><published>2009-01-23T06:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:22:42.599+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I stared right into his eyes, his beautiful 3asaly eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU. CAN'T. MAKE. ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, big mistake; if there's one thing I've learned from my parents, it's to never rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHHH NAZILNI!! pleaaaaase!" I was wearing a dress for Heaven's sake! But of coarse, as always, F didn't mind. We grew up together, he's my bestest friend until last year when I started noticing him in a different way on his seventeenth birthday. I got him the most perfect present for him, a Canon camera he's been eyeing since forever. And I swear that gift was given to him from friend to friend but when we were celebrating with all our friends and my other bestest friend commented that F "9ayer 7ilo!", well, I haven't seen him as okay looking. Kill me if you want to but I now admit, the guy's freaking hot! Bas akeed I didn't act on it or anything, I mean first of all, wayn ga3deen?! Second of all, my parents aren't keen on me being "friends" with guys let alone date them. They only approved of F because his parents are my parent's closest friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Right now he's carrying me across the parking lot laughing his butt off, widee athba7a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"F, tara itha ma la7a'6t ana ibnaya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"la wallaa, 7ilfay!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"ya3nii labsa nafnouf! nazilnii!" akeed I wasn't mad, ya3ni it's F, he kept on laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"yalla wi9alna." Oof a5eeran, he put me down and opened the door for me, what a gentleman, ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"dishay oo 9ikay i7zamich"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"fine! bas ma a9adig inik ur making me go shopping for this stupid party!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"lazim tilbiseen shay 7ilo! kil my family yayeen... oo u know how they are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=62923442&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=62923442&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/62923442/"&gt;me, myself and my L&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://renefunk.deviantart.com/"&gt;renefunk&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115095833641402559-4506591397328238671?l=letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/feeds/4506591397328238671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-1.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4506591397328238671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115095833641402559/posts/default/4506591397328238671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letskeepthisjustbetweenusokay.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-1.html' title='Part 1'/><author><name>Hi My Name Is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17808571735293098656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dSNGOiy0Ny8/SXoPKISlZQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oxubv0L23X8/S220/golden__by_cut_and_paste.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
