Collection! lol

Seems like im becoming a workoholic!!!its saturday and im at the office! yalla it will counted as overtime... MORE MONEY, HEHEHEHEH,... on friday, mom cooked one of my favourite meals, Sheesh tawooq, rice, and Bamia (dont know what its called in english)... the picture doesnot do the taste 1% justice, i couldnot help but take a picture for you guys..

below is ANOTHER memo of LOOOVEEEE, loool shakelni ani 7asdethom, o im making fun of them cos i want to in3awed il emptiness illi 3andi, 3andi na9s 3atefi! loool Ahmed your desktop challenge is making me analyze everything now! loool

ye7ebha walla t7ebbah, bs nice hand writing no? it was written by charcol...improvising...
and please welcome, MY BOOKS! My babies as i call them.. im so obssesed with them that i always say la sama7 Allah law we had war, how the hell would i smuggle my books with me! stupid me, shofito my scenario, i spend my time thinking of war and how to save my books! very productive eh? loool



c'est tout!
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My feelings, My thoughts, Myself…

I used to write, write a lot, it was my way of letting me out of me… as silly as those words sound, but writing was a way I could express myself without anyone judging me…without anyone grading me, without anyone telling me, Romana, this isn't right… the fact that I chose to spend my time, my space, typing away on a WordPad means it’s the right thing, for me. I don’t want someone telling me this isn’t right… im not a kid anymore, I know im not a proper adult, but im old enough to make my own decisions, ones I can truly call mine. I miss writing, I miss letting go, I miss the satisfaction of it all, I just miss forming words into sentences, and say "I wrote this" I miss it.

I'll share this with you, I've always wanted to be a writer… I don’t know what else I have to add to the world, I just know im another different person… yes I am but a mere population statistic to the world, but I matter to my friends, to my family, to the people I communicate with, to the people I share something with no matter how trivial. I do exist, all I have to do is write and let you know that I DO EXIST…or else u wouldn't have known, I would've been a statistic to you too.

You know what I want to do? I want to apologize to all the people I've hurt during my life, we all do it one way or another, passively, actively, it's not the way, it’s the result… it is done… it is true the intention is what matters the most, but when someone is hurt, can we stop and say " I did not mean to hurt to, it wasn't my intention to hurt you, it's not my fault" or rather say " im so sorry I've hurt you" and stop there, and ask what was the cause of hurt…why was I the reason to ache that someone's heart?

Feelings are abstract; they've been teaching us that since primary school, as an example for the word "abstract".
Often than not, one of my ex-friends and I would have this argument "I did not say anything to hurt u, why are u hurt, I did not mean to" she'd say, and I'd tell her " but im hurt, I cant control being hurt, I am just hurt" can you control being hurt?

God I miss her.
I usually write down lines from movies, cause I simply fall in love with them,
"She's a great person, she's just not great with me" I can't remember what movie that was in, but that’s how I best describe my relationship with my ex-friend. She is a great person…….

"I did what I had to do, because it was the right thing to do that is all. Now we are all ordinary people, but even in an ordinary secretary, or an ordinary housewife, or a teenager, can within their own small ways turn on a small light in a dark room"
From the movie Freedom Fighters.
It is a beautiful movie, an extension to my "what would you do if you where in their shoes???" post. It says it all. It’s a true story. If you can get it, please do, I guarantee you will love it as much I did.

Im typing this from home, I want to share it with you, share my feelings, true feelings with you. Hey you got to see my emotional side!

You take care, all of you, everyone who has you in their lives is lucky, and you are lucky because you are in their lives.
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A_akak's Challenge : MY desktop's wallpaper




What does my desktop say about my za3ma,this is my work PC!
haya abdo 7alelo, طفولة متأخرة؟؟؟؟




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What would you do if you were in their shoes?!

Racism, how does one start writing about this world-wide dilemma? I’m only going to stick to the borders of my country though. I know that I’m not the first person to attempt writing about it, and some would probably say I’m repetitive and unoriginal, but I DON’T CARE!!! Because every person’s thought counts, and ever person’s feeling, IS ORIGINAL!


It hurts; it literally hurts me when I see how people with black skin are treated
as an inferior race. Who gave the white race an upper hand? Why would color only be the judge of that person’s entire life? Allah created both the black and the white that way, why should there be any difference, but in the obvious color difference? It’s a simple why! No hidden depths in this question, not a deeper meaning embedded beneath it, just, WHY?


How would you like it if people ordered you around and treated you like dirt?
How frustrated would you get, and how insulted would you feel if you have
to shut up and take in, because almost in all cases your job depends on it? How would THAT feel??? I don’t even want to know how I would feel; just thinking about it makes me mad, how about living it, EVERY, DAY, OF, YOUR ,LIFE?

I know that all these words are practically gibberish, life a blank cheque, but there is not much I can do, words with no action, to me it’s a moral epidemic. I just hope this blank cheque of mine makes someone think what would they do if they were in their shoes?


I’ll leave u with an excerpt of Robert Kennedy’s speech, “On the Mindless Menace of Violence” written after the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King.



“Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul. ““For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colours. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter. “
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Could they be any Dumber???

Please please read on and see HOW DUMB AND STUPID THOSE PPL ARE!!! I just loved those answers, made me wonder what the hell where they thinking when they responded, or asked those questions!!! emm, i guess they werenot thinking! lool check'em out... Maysoon, hope those will cheer u up as well ...

I'm off for today...

ترقبواغدا مقالة عن العنصرية مععععععععع رومانا على بلوقسبوت. كوم

hehehehe see ya tomo

______________________________________

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.


Q: What is your date of birth?A: July 15.Q: What year?
A: Every year.
______________________________________

Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
______________________________________

Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
A: Yes.
Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
A: I forget.
Q: You forget? Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?_____________________________________

Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
A: Forty-five years.
_____________________________________

Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?
A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
Q: And why did that upset you?
A: My name is Susan.
______________________________________

Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the occult?
A: We both do.
Q: Voodoo?
A: We do.
Q: You do?
A: Yes, voodoo.
______________________________________

Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
_____________________________________

Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?
______________________________________

Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
A: Yes.
Q: And what were you doing at that time?
______________________________________

Q: She had three children, right?
A: Yes.Q: How many were boys?
A: None.
Q: Were there any girls?
______________________________________

Q: How was your first marriage terminated?
A: By death.
Q: And by whose death was it terminated?
______________________________________

Q: Can you describe the individual?
A: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?
______________________________________

Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
______________________________________

Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
______________________________________

Q: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
A: Oral.
______________________________________

Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?
A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.
______________________________________

Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
______________________________________
Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
A: No.
Q: Did you check for breathing?
A: No.
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
A: No.
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.
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To Maysoon, Please Cheer up =)



Now isnt those cute children!!!! scroll down for moree! lol




The Parent The Child






The Parent The Child






The Parent The Child






The Parent The Child




The Parent The Child

The Parent The Child

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She makes babies!


I dont know, everyone who saw the following thought it was nice, i personally thought it was CREEPY!!! what the hell... minature babies? And what's so scary is how REAL they look!!!!
Have a good one.

Cheerzzz

Ms.Creative!


dont tell me this isnot scary! creative, BUT SCARY!









let me know what u think... Creepy or not?

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Daar El-Teleel---> AMAZING!

On the 1st of June 2007 I went with the company I previously worked for to Daar El-Teleel, right after Sabratha.It was for work, Repsol's Family Day out... I went there for face-painting, the children's of course... I didn’t know I had painting skills until that day!!! I had never done anything like it before, I always thought it was such a responsibility...a kid would ask u to paint a helicopter for all I know on his face, what the hell would I do then? Anyway, I took the risk! It went perfectly well, no helicopters were requested, plus girls were the mostly my audience, so flowers, hearts, girly pink related stuff were mostly on demand...looolIt was a totally new experience recorded in the diary of my life... and I really wished the day would never end! The place was so beautiful, the beach so blue, its like those beautiful photos of beaches in the Caribbean... don’t worry, I took pictures...

One of the reasons I went was the kids, precisely kids from the orphanage... they made my heart ache, honestly... I hate seeing people in distress, how about innocent little kids?! On the contrary to what everyone told me prior this day, they are so polite and well-behaved, as a matter of fact, they were more well behaved than the rest of the Libyan kids... I honestly wished I could adopt them all and end their misery... Balek Inshalla when I get married, I will make this step...
You have no idea how much joy you can be filled with when you spread a smile on their faces, or be a part of a beautiful memory to kids who see nothing but hardship everyday... to be a part of their lives, even for some hours, was an honour, and a privilege.

Anyways my darlings, plz check the photos below... and hope u will pay the place a visit... and plz note that those pics where taken in a cloudy weather, so just imagine how beautiful this all would be in a clear day filled with sunshine...

oww see how beautiful

Hotel view from the seashore


Dont you just want to stay there?

Hotel Entrance



Lobby, all marbel


It's amazing how well-taken care of this place is... super clean, simply, not tacky like some of the "wannabe buildings" in Libya... its just to the point... a nice hotel, 4 stars,good service, beach, swimming pools... its just a lovely spot to check... i recommend.. =)
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just for the laugh...





YOOOOOOOOOO, hehe, couldnot post anything today, drowning with work... so i had those pictures in my flash key (hal flash key, my life kollha fih!!! il moshkila its only 2 gb, my life is only 2gb??! lol).. thought they were hilariouuuss!! lol check'em out! and LAUGH!! lol dont ask me why "LAUGH" is in yellow, i dont why laughter is yellow in my brain!

inshalla when i have more free time i will post my visit to the new Tileel Hotel... it was so beautiful,and so CLEAAN... yea clean! something the rest of Libya is oblivious to!




ohh weighin scale where are youuuuuuu??? come out come out wherever u are!

Chillin out.. yoo mannn wassup!!! gimme one of them baby cigars! NOW!

CREEPPYY!!! now i know why some ppl wouldnot send their pics!!!
hehehe apparently i have a thing for Mona here! lol
Isnt this so funny! seriously! lol

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continuation of below...

As per your request (dont make fun of me, i was just composing a letter for work, so im still in the office/formal language mode! lol) please find the continuation of my previous story...

MA7ADISH YETSHAMET 3ala the following,lool... tab3an anesetkom romana is ALWAYS out of credit... o so was my friend... shino indeerou, shino indeerou ya tara??? i thought why dont i call the emergency number supplied by Libyana (eeh ani jam3it Libyana... jma3it il metwad3een, Libyana lil Libeyeen!!! lool wa7da 7a9ooda 3ala jma3it il madar!!!) and tell them i need help... then because im such a goody gooddyyyy girl, Allah has sent a lovely lady my way... actually the zanga i was parked in was zangethom... o zyada 3ala zalek i was parked infront of her house... so the lovely lady (Bless her) offered her phone for help... Rabbi y7'aleeha li kol il mo7tajeen ya rab, da3wet ensana dima ma3andhash raseed...lool.. so i called my mom, told her, she called dad, he called me, he came, we switched cars, i went home, he changed my tire, he came home, we had lunch,he made fun of me, mama hazbetni cos im always out of credit,daddy made fun of me some more and told me hadi hiya hadiyet ta7'aroji (him fixing my tire) THE END! loool 3arfa roo7i barda mish lazim tgolooli! :P
nice story eh??? loool

Cheerzzz
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Chivlary IS DEAD!

I always prided myself for being a Libyan girl living in Libya...why you might ask? Here’s the answer, cos guys here in Libya are always there for you if you got into trouble, whether you know them or not... if you had a flat tire, accident (La sama7a Allah), in a fight, or any sort of help that needs a strong hand of a man. However, apparently guys are getting sick of being the brave, courageous and oh-so-helpful!!! The pic on the left is that of my car's flat tire... my friend and i were together, and we thought to ourselves, we'll do it on our on, it's not that big a deal...we will change the tire without Mr.Male's hand... I parked in a zanga, turned off the engine, opened the trunk, took out the tools, and rolled our sleeves up... i always thought i was a strong girl... and i thought i was until the damn screws didnot want to get unscrewed, i tried and tried, and tried, i shifted my whole body's power to the right, to the left, NOTHING!!! all my attempts and my friend's went down the drain, so we thought we would resort to Mr.Male for a hand, me all in awe of their physical power... BUT U THINK SOMEONE STOPPED!!!! All they did, LITERALLY was check us out, and leave, check us out and leave, CHECK US OUT AND LEAVE!!!! can you believe it... Romana looking all helpless like a cute puppy and u dont come and help her??? THAT'S YOUR JOB, they're supposed to be our knights in shining armour! so i am here to announce, that the thing i prided myself for ,is apparently dying.... im sure there are some guys who would be more than happy to get their hands dirty for us girls.... but coincidentally that day they were taking the day off... so my dear sisters of the world, im so so sorry to say out loud, at the top of my lungs, CHIVLARY IS DEAD! Seems like the bad and corrupted cells in their brains are taking over! Good qualities and manners are so extent, that im so afraid of what's going to happen in 2 to 5 years... bil 7ag ya 7'sara....
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Mashalla...now that's talent!!!

I'm still pissed off, and im still hot (not that hot! lol the disgusting/sticky/angry/weather hot), but i thought hey what the heck... live with it o 7'las, no choice! (za3matik i reached a
ground-breaking conclusion! awenna
!)
so i was checkin my flash desk, wanted to clean it from all the clutter, and found the following... and everytime i see it, i go, MASHALLA MASHALLA MASHALLA 3ala il talent illi 3endah...check it out, and u'll see what i'm talking about...

From me to you, tra laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ( i needed loon fray7i sayfi shwaya)

ps: plz note that these are mere drawings, paint o 7'las, well that and the TALENT Allah has bestowed on him!


More chalk drawings from Julian Beever. Scroll down slowly and stop at each new frame. Incredible!!!!! Julian Beever is an English artist who's famous for his art on the pavement of England, France, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium ..... Beever gives to his drawings an amazing 3D illusion.





People are actually avoiding walking in the "hole"



The image below has been taken from a wrong angle:
Remember, both his feet in reality are flat on the pavement
Politicians Meeting Their End
World's Biggest Fly-Spray
T his drawing of a Rescue was to be viewed using an inverting mirror

Make Poverty History drawing from the side(40 ft long)

Spiderman to the rescue
Batman and Robin to the rescue(SO COOL)

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