<?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-23556622</id><updated>2011-12-31T13:37:47.869-05:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='Moi'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Chica Bonita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-4969919763448075657</id><published>2007-05-19T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:02:38.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please help me find Max ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk6RwAwzjZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xN_EN7vna6I/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066146884862840210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk6RwAwzjZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xN_EN7vna6I/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk6RxAwzjaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k_PRubpaRqA/s1600-h/IMG_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066146902042709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk6RxAwzjaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/k_PRubpaRqA/s400/IMG_1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earlier today I had posted what I thought would be my last post. I just found out that my dog was stolen eight weeks ago; I wasn’t informed until today because my family had believed they would be able to find him by the time they would come to visit me. I have had this dog ever since he was two weeks old, I love him more than you could ever imagine. There is a 500 K.D reward for anyone who finds him. His name is Max and he is almost 9 years old, he is a Yorkshire Terrier with a long black and tan coat he weighs about 10 pounds/5kilos. I will never give up on him and would appreciate any information you could give me. Thank you in advance to all those that help search for him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-4969919763448075657?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/4969919763448075657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=4969919763448075657' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/4969919763448075657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/4969919763448075657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/05/please-help-me-find-max.html' title='Please help me find Max ..'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk6RwAwzjZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xN_EN7vna6I/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-1692090937865437062</id><published>2007-05-18T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:15:08.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone with the wind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk36gQwzjXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tXEnJqS0DUw/s1600-h/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065980588024106354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk36gQwzjXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tXEnJqS0DUw/s400/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-1692090937865437062?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1692090937865437062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=1692090937865437062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/1692090937865437062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/1692090937865437062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/05/gone-with-wind.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Gone with the wind&lt;/em&gt;..'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/Rk36gQwzjXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tXEnJqS0DUw/s72-c/IMG_1894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-7782479193905743332</id><published>2007-05-10T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:39:05.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A thousand Kisses Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RkKr6BUuh6I/AAAAAAAAADs/N3vreGLaEFs/s1600-h/My-Love-I-Print-C10291580.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062797944393992098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RkKr6BUuh6I/AAAAAAAAADs/N3vreGLaEFs/s400/My-Love-I-Print-C10291580.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;~ Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read in my life. I love every bit of it ..&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/23556622-7782479193905743332?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/7782479193905743332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=7782479193905743332' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/7782479193905743332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/7782479193905743332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='A thousand Kisses Deep'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RkKr6BUuh6I/AAAAAAAAADs/N3vreGLaEFs/s72-c/My-Love-I-Print-C10291580.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-1980638513129025801</id><published>2007-05-03T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:25:23.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjqR-BUuhyI/AAAAAAAAACs/VDMibu5r5FQ/s1600-h/sstingm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060517625997461282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjqR-BUuhyI/AAAAAAAAACs/VDMibu5r5FQ/s400/sstingm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjqQjxUuhxI/AAAAAAAAACk/nNPiKb_yu8w/s1600-h/-3-of-3-COLORFUL-ABSTRACT-ART-ARTS-HOME-DECOR-BEAUTIFUL-UNIQUE-PAINTING-POPULAR-DESIGN-Poster-B12038792.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't seem to get this song off my mind, it's all I've been listening to lately. I couldn't find the right version of the song I wanted to post, but it's the closest thing I could manage since I'm still trying to figure out how to upload songs from my computer to my blog. This is Sting at his best, enjoy ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Frtrack23.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSting%20%26%20Eric%20Clapton%20-%20It%27s%20Probably%20Me.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-1980638513129025801?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1980638513129025801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=1980638513129025801' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/1980638513129025801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/1980638513129025801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-seem-to-get-this-song-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjqR-BUuhyI/AAAAAAAAACs/VDMibu5r5FQ/s72-c/sstingm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-1154417399049222310</id><published>2007-04-26T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:26:31.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjA2VhUuhwI/AAAAAAAAACc/Iz_t3JY_ass/s1600-h/Calm-Poster-C12204422.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057602124887525122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjA2VhUuhwI/AAAAAAAAACc/Iz_t3JY_ass/s400/Calm-Poster-C12204422.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How long can one stand facing the cold hard wind that blows your mind and soul away? How much more can a fragile body take before breaking into pieces? How loud do I have to scream to be heard? How much can one shed of love and sweat and tears? How long am I to stand to give the illusion of steel? How much longer is this insanity to last ? It’s not fall anymore but these leaves keep falling as gently as tears leave the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-1154417399049222310?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/1154417399049222310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=1154417399049222310' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/1154417399049222310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/1154417399049222310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/04/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RjA2VhUuhwI/AAAAAAAAACc/Iz_t3JY_ass/s72-c/Calm-Poster-C12204422.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-5695882519756784034</id><published>2007-04-21T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:39:30.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RimVOzDtDwI/AAAAAAAAACU/0AZVPQNMkXg/s1600-h/ga910416.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055736138156543746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RimVOzDtDwI/AAAAAAAAACU/0AZVPQNMkXg/s400/ga910416.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-5695882519756784034?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5695882519756784034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=5695882519756784034' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/5695882519756784034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/5695882519756784034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RimVOzDtDwI/AAAAAAAAACU/0AZVPQNMkXg/s72-c/ga910416.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-2589481703323690197</id><published>2007-04-11T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:05:47.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.&lt;br /&gt;And in return, you expect the same from who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You probably have had a couple significant loves.&lt;br /&gt;And you may have even had your heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is low.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're a doormat, just balanced.&lt;br /&gt;You know a relationship is not about getting your way.&lt;br /&gt;And you love to give your sweetie a lot of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is medium.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to believe in true and everlasting love...&lt;br /&gt;But you've definitely been burned enough to know better.&lt;br /&gt;You're still an optimist, but you also are a realist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is high.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love.&lt;br /&gt;Having your own life is very important for you...&lt;br /&gt;Even more important than having a relationship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/"&gt;The Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-2589481703323690197?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2589481703323690197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=2589481703323690197' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/2589481703323690197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/2589481703323690197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-five-variable-love-profile_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-231123195359833296</id><published>2007-04-04T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:47:21.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RhRtK8Tr8VI/AAAAAAAAACE/-3ejEMgfVyo/s1600-h/southbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049781116943987026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RhRtK8Tr8VI/AAAAAAAAACE/-3ejEMgfVyo/s400/southbeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last week I headed to Miami for spring break with &lt;a href="http://cixousianpanic.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cixousianpanic&lt;/a&gt;. I don't even need to mention how amazing this city is because anyone who has been to Miami can tell you how exciting it is. On our first morning we headed to south beach not realizing that it was a sunless Miami and the weather was all cloudy so needless to say neither of us got a tan that day, but after checking out the forecast (which turned out to be wrong) we decided to spend some time shopping and head to south beach later on that week. I nearly went bankrupt with my shopping extravaganza but it was definitely worth it. Cocowalk was one of the places we went to see, there you can sit down relax and have delicious dinner at Blice enjoy the Italian food, listen to heavenly music and stroll around the shops at Coconut groove. The next day we headed down to this Mediterranean restaurant which had the most amazing Kubbah I have ever had in this country. The whole point of this trip was to see Nancy 3ajram in concert, I’m not a die hard Nancy fan but if anyone is that's Cixousianpanic. She adores her and the concert was amazing despite the fact that we had a bunch of perverts spoil it for us; as we were sitting outside endlessly waiting for a cab, some random car pulls up refusing to leave despite the fact we told him to; it’s as though he doesn't understand what ‘leave us the hell alone’ means but luckily within minutes we found a cab and finally arrived at our hotel . By the time we got to our room it was already 3 am Cixousianpanic went right to bed while I started packing for my flight which was to leave the next morning; I'm not a morning person so I had no intentions of getting up early to pack. I had a non direct flight which I tried changing with delta, I even went to another airline to change my ticket explaining to the representative that I wanted a direct flight from Miami to Boston, after searching around for nearly 25 minutes he tells me that he found a flight, as I was handing him my credit card to pay for changes I asked him for details of the flight, it turns out he was giving me a non direct flight! Apparently this airline doesn’t do direct flights and I have no idea why this idiot was even trying to change my ticket in the first place; I had no choice but to leave with delta. I finally made it back home, I was so exhausted that I just crashed right into bed hoping to not see daylight anytime soon. Despite the horrible return, the trip was worth it and I’d go back in a heartbeat. Miami is definitely one of those cities you want to check out, it’s simply amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-231123195359833296?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/231123195359833296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=231123195359833296' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/231123195359833296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/231123195359833296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-week-i-headed-to-miami-for-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RhRtK8Tr8VI/AAAAAAAAACE/-3ejEMgfVyo/s72-c/southbeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-5242703439761413727</id><published>2007-03-23T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:27:18.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RgSf5oo857I/AAAAAAAAABw/UNkXRwJpFcc/s1600-h/twenty+years.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045333295072339890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RgSf5oo857I/AAAAAAAAABw/UNkXRwJpFcc/s400/twenty+years.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-5242703439761413727?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/5242703439761413727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=5242703439761413727' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/5242703439761413727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/5242703439761413727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RgSf5oo857I/AAAAAAAAABw/UNkXRwJpFcc/s72-c/twenty+years.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-2160222762202920749</id><published>2007-03-16T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:56:39.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RfoiXy_Kb0I/AAAAAAAAABo/1_VAstzE_Nk/s1600-h/gosspip.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042380525013724994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RfoiXy_Kb0I/AAAAAAAAABo/1_VAstzE_Nk/s400/gosspip.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Why is it that whenever I try to have a decent conversation with someone they end up talking about other people? Whatever happened to talking about events and ideas? Are we really so preoccupied with other people’s lives? worse is when one start obsessing about those they have never met and I don’t mean just celebrities. How did we even end up in this situation? Did we suddenly decide that our own lives are too boring such that we started targeting others? It’s as though we have become so obsessed with other people’s lives that we fail to live our own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-2160222762202920749?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/2160222762202920749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=2160222762202920749' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/2160222762202920749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/2160222762202920749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-is-it-that-whenever-i-try-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RfoiXy_Kb0I/AAAAAAAAABo/1_VAstzE_Nk/s72-c/gosspip.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-9044061532877016922</id><published>2007-03-03T02:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:28:03.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>On love and relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RekxVHS0T-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BQ3GPoGp3-o/s1600-h/yyyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037611896995598306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RekxVHS0T-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BQ3GPoGp3-o/s400/yyyy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I recently had a conversation with some friends about love and relationships and how things tend to be different in Kuwait; some of the things that we discussed were whether or not they would be willing to marry someone who is not Kuwaiti, one’s nationality doesn’t matter to me but I do realize it’s a big issue here as the majority of them said they wouldn’t. The other issue that came up was weather or not someone would be willing to marry someone of a different faith. I know most of you would probably say no but think about it, what if you were madly in love with that person? Would religion be a factor ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-9044061532877016922?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/9044061532877016922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=9044061532877016922' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/9044061532877016922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/9044061532877016922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-love-and-relationships.html' title='On love and relationships'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XlhlG6cXNFw/RekxVHS0T-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BQ3GPoGp3-o/s72-c/yyyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-6175940236219708001</id><published>2007-02-22T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:48:38.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" width="500" bg style="color:white;"&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;        &lt;td&gt;            &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Thoth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/egypt/thoth.gif" width="175" height="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;            &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Enthusiastic, enterprising, courageous, likes to take risks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Colors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;male: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#FF6699;"&gt;rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, female: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compatible Signs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bastet, Isis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Apr 1 -Apr 19, Nov 8 - Nov 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Role:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; God of wisdom, scribes, and writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; An ibis-headed man, or a baboon. Often seen with the moon on his head in either of these forms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred animals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; ibis, baboon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/egypt/" target="_blank"&gt;What is Your Egyptian Zodiac Sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Designed by &lt;a href="http://warlocksrealm.homeip.net/blog" target="_blank"&gt;CyberWarlock&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/" target="_blank"&gt;Warlock's Quizzles and Quandaries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-6175940236219708001?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/6175940236219708001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=6175940236219708001' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/6175940236219708001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/6175940236219708001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoth-enthusiastic-enterprising.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-117139185592791618</id><published>2007-02-13T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:53:31.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/435430/lovin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/975700/lovin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-117139185592791618?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/117139185592791618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=117139185592791618' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117139185592791618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117139185592791618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#cc0000;&quot;&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;span&gt;'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-117105864607371726</id><published>2007-02-09T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:07:26.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/387036/456629_terminal_check_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/966554/456629_terminal_check_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sitting here in the airport waiting for my flight and I'm having mixed feelings about everything; a part of me wants to stay here in Kuwait while the other part of me keeps reminding me of the things I left behind, but I know that as soon as I arrive I will be complaining about the brutally cold weather and how I miss everything. I wish I didn't have to go back so soon and I know I'm going to miss Kuwait, because I miss it already ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-117105864607371726?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/117105864607371726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=117105864607371726' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117105864607371726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117105864607371726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane ..'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-117076712453789980</id><published>2007-02-06T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:32:55.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Ling-Bling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things That Make Me Happy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Babies/Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;4. Spending time with loved ones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. Skydiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Watching the sunset on the beach ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;7. My dog Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Jet-skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. Helping others &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://doctorlost.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cixousianpanic.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cixousianpanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dada-oosh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tooth fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and whoever that wants to be tagged ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-117076712453789980?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/117076712453789980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=117076712453789980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117076712453789980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117076712453789980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagged-by-ling-bling.html' title='Tagged by &lt;a href=&quot;http://ling-bling.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Ling-Bling&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-117033608637511714</id><published>2007-02-01T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:25:06.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/229823/DSC00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/320/549851/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/846839/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/320/958456/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night, I went to the Abdul-Aziz Hussain theater with a friend of mine to see the concert hosted by the Japanese Embassy about the Japanese group Musa. The name Musa 'is written with characters that can be used to mean samurai' and so they tried to depict in their music the masculine images of Japanese warriors. I have to admit the concert was great it had exceeded my expectations since we hardly get to see such performances in Kuwait. The concert lasted about two hours and left the crowd cheering with joy. Since the event was open to the public I was expecting it to take place in a larger setting as the theater wasn't as big and I recall some of the people in the audience couldn't find seats for the show. I would definitely recommend you all to see it if they happen to come by again next year. The concert left me wishing that there were more entertaining events here in Kuwait to get our minds to open up to different cultures and to appreciate the art of things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Notes: I'd like to thank exzombie for letting me know about this event by his post. I would also like to apologize for the poor quality of the pictures as I had forgotten my camera and thus theses pictures were taken from a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-117033608637511714?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/117033608637511714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=117033608637511714' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117033608637511714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/117033608637511714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/02/musa_01.html' title='Musa'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116958877128683967</id><published>2007-01-23T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:04:27.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/602435/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/320/555068/stressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I just read a horrifying article written in today's Alwatan newspaper about a man who had all his toes cut off !!The article states that two Pakistani men along with one Bangladeshi man had committed this horrific crime because of a dispute over a sum of 6000 K.D. The police caught two of the men while they remain searching for the third person. I was in utter shock, I could not believe that someone would do such a thing to another; how can they be so cruel and heartless?&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/23556622-116958877128683967?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116958877128683967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116958877128683967' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116958877128683967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116958877128683967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-read-horrifying-article-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116941076751701490</id><published>2007-01-21T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:28:59.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/142812/passion_kindled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/671825/passion_kindled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'You cannot kindle a fire in any other heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;until it is burning in your own'&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/23556622-116941076751701490?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116941076751701490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116941076751701490' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116941076751701490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116941076751701490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-cannot-kindle-fire-in-any-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116869670857110573</id><published>2007-01-13T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:50:26.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maki</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/541073/maki.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/67115/maki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last night I went to Maki for an early dinner with a friend of mine. We called just twenty minutes before our arrival to see if they had any seats available; they told us that they were fully booked and that there was no way for us to get a table but we kept insisting on getting a table and so they finally agreed to have us there and told us that we had to leave before 8:30. When we arrived we were shocked to see that the place was almost completely empty! What was all that fuss about? They made it sound as though the place was packed and that there were barely any seats available. It made me start thinking about how bad their management is and how every time we call its as though they are over booked. Why would anyone want to bother with them when Edo, Wasabi, Sakura and tons of other Japanese restaurants would gladly take customers? I have to admit though it was my first time going to their new location and it is somewhat better than their old one, the food was good but I’m not sure if I’d want to bother with them anymore. Which reminds me, I've heard so much about Fusion and have been wanting to try it out but unfortunately my friends and I are clueless as to where it's located so I'd appreciate it if someone could help us out, thanks ..&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/23556622-116869670857110573?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116869670857110573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116869670857110573' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116869670857110573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116869670857110573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/maki.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#333333;&quot;&gt;Maki'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116793620315893446</id><published>2007-01-04T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:30:02.588-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moi'/><title type='text'>50 Random Questions (Part Two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Red or Pink? Red&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? that I’m too forgiving ..&lt;br /&gt;3. Who do you miss the most? Marcielle&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color? Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wear contacts? No&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you hope for most in life? Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you in a relationship? No&lt;br /&gt;8. Hugs or Kisses? Kisses&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you hate more than 3 people? Hate is too big of a word ..&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you shy around the opposite sex? No, why would I be?&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool? an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Do you know how to drive stick? sure I do&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? No, sorry&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat? Aisle&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your first pet? a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever had braces? No&lt;br /&gt;17. Can you fix a men’s tie? Sure I can&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever run out of gas? No, thank god for that&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you dip a chicken nugget in? barbecue sauce&lt;br /&gt;20. Is anyone in the room with you right now? No&lt;br /&gt;21. What did you do 3 nights ago? Went out with a friend for dinner&lt;br /&gt;22. Are you in love? No&lt;br /&gt;23. Has anyone told you a secret this week? No :(&lt;br /&gt;24. Did you watch cartoons as a child? yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25. Do you like yourself? If I didn’t I wouldn’t be me ..&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you trust people easily? Not really&lt;br /&gt;27. What’s you mobile ring tone? Nokia tune mid&lt;br /&gt;28. What’s the fourth letter in your name? m&lt;br /&gt;29. Last spending splurge? shoes at Saks&lt;br /&gt;30. What was the last book you read? I’m currently reading Persuasion&lt;br /&gt;31. Last word you said? Basheh&lt;br /&gt;32. Last Song you listened to? by your side&lt;br /&gt;33. How old will you be in five years? hmm 29-30&lt;br /&gt;34. How tall are you? about 5’4&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks? going to France&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your favorite board game? hotels and monopoly&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you wearing right now? jeans and a top&lt;br /&gt;38. Where is your favorite place to be? Italy and San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;39. Where is your least favorite place to be? Out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;40. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? Probably in the states ..&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you tan or burn? tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;42. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Chucky&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you read the newspaper? yes if there’s one around&lt;br /&gt;44. How big is your bed? Queen&lt;br /&gt;45. How many states have you lived in? 6&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite ice cream? Persian ice cream&lt;br /&gt;47. What is your favorite dessert? Éclair&lt;br /&gt;48. What time did you wake up this morning? 9 am&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper? a friend's address&lt;br /&gt;50. Can you Tango? hell yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-questions1.html#links"&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116793620315893446?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116793620315893446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116793620315893446' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116793620315893446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116793620315893446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2007/01/50-random-questions-part-two.html' title='50 Random Questions (Part Two)'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116704123471525389</id><published>2006-12-25T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:07:15.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/546614/ga061213.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/87498/ga061213.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116704123471525389?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116704123471525389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116704123471525389' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116704123471525389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116704123471525389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116643704040091261</id><published>2006-12-18T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T05:36:57.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/184852/yastest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/781220/yastest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that after months of planning my winter break and eagerly waiting to return home that when I finally do I long to return to the states ? It’s only been about a week since I got back and somehow all the glorious and exciting things I thought of are no longer shining down my end. Sure it’s great to see my family but then again home is a nice place to visit but not more than two weeks. I gotta admit though, I finally indulged on the long awaited kanafa and had my share of shawarma and all the junk food I could get my hands on. I think my dog stands with me when I say this, just yesterday I saw him desperately trying to squeeze himself into his traveling bag which had been all locked up. It’s ironic that when I’m here I long to return to the states and when I’m back I can’t wait to come back home but I guess I didn’t realize that home is no longer the place it once was, I have been away for more than seven years now and in those seven years I changed along with the place I once called home .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116643704040091261?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116643704040091261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116643704040091261' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116643704040091261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116643704040091261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-is-it-that-after-months-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116600449863689520</id><published>2006-12-13T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:30:40.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/842002/quote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/164733/quote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116600449863689520?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116600449863689520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116600449863689520' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116600449863689520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116600449863689520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day ..'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116520878023686842</id><published>2006-12-04T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:15:21.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/209745/hg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/320/68929/hg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;      Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the Lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116520878023686842?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116520878023686842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116520878023686842' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116520878023686842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116520878023686842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/12/hospital-window.html' title='Hospital Window'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116460432183337124</id><published>2006-11-27T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:12:02.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Men Die Younger ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/167342/pic%20d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/370828/pic%20d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/60693/pic%20a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/5530/pic%20a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/71394/pic%20c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/481734/pic%20c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/1600/674637/pic%20b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5712/2412/400/496940/pic%20b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116460432183337124?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116460432183337124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116460432183337124' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116460432183337124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116460432183337124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-men-die-younger.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Why Do Men Die Younger ?'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116382223976512116</id><published>2006-11-17T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:57:20.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Bystander Apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/cza0543l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/cza0543l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The other day my friend called me around midnight telling me that she just witnessed a couple of people beating someone up; I couldn’t believe that she was calling me instead of calling the cops, she even told me that others were passing by and they acted as though nothing was happening . This is a clear example of bystander apathy. For those not in the know it’s a psychological term used to describe the situation where people are less likely to intervene in emergency situations when there are other people around than when they are alone. How can we let someone die out there? What if that person was your brother? Is it really that hard to pick up the phone and call for help? ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116382223976512116?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116382223976512116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116382223976512116' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116382223976512116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116382223976512116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/11/bystander-apathy.html' title='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000066;&quot;&gt; Bystander Apathy'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116305780470677305</id><published>2006-11-09T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:14:05.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post.A.No.Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/Lost-in-to-the-Eye-Giclee-Print-C10232696.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/Lost-in-to-the-Eye-Giclee-Print-C10232696.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More 'No Secrests' &lt;a href="http://postanosecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116305780470677305?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116305780470677305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116305780470677305' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116305780470677305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116305780470677305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/11/postanosecret.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;Post.A.No.Secret'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116276642158827423</id><published>2006-11-05T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:42:00.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddam Hussein is sentenced to death !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/saddam.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/saddam.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After years of ruling Iraq, the former Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein was sentenced to death by hanging. Some citizens protested the streets while many rejoiced when they heard justice was to be served to the man who caused great grieve to the lives of many people, a man who knows no mercy and caused the deaths of thousands of people including his own ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116276642158827423?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116276642158827423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116276642158827423' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116276642158827423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116276642158827423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/11/saddam-hussein-is-sentenced-to-death.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#330000;&quot;&gt;Saddam Hussein is sentenced to death !'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116254400979869715</id><published>2006-11-03T03:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:31:23.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'> What a wonderful world ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/saxophone4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/saxophone4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I didn’t have it easy as a kid, I went through a lot for someone my age. I was seven at the time when I first heard the song ‘what a wonderful world’ by Louis Armstrong, despite everything I was going through I sang this song from heart, I sang it meaning every single word as though there was no tomorrow .. Every time I listen to this song, I begin to remember everything as if it were yesterday; sometimes I wonder what happened to that kid I don’t know if she exists in me anymore maybe somewhere along the way I killed her or certain events did or maybe she’s just hiding for now .. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Louis Armstrong, he’s one of the greatest Jazz musicians of all time, hope you enjoy this song ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://unspecified.ifrance.com/radio.blog/sounds/Louis Armstrong - What a Wonderful World.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116254400979869715?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116254400979869715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116254400979869715' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116254400979869715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116254400979869715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-wonderful-world.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color:#336666;&quot;&gt; What a wonderful world ..'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116226495493684119</id><published>2006-10-30T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:23:26.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/untitledllowween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/untitledllowween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116226495493684119?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116226495493684119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116226495493684119' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116226495493684119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116226495493684119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116201091354515393</id><published>2006-10-28T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:31:57.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/fridgedoor_1920_15907648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/fridgedoor_1920_15907648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116201091354515393?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116201091354515393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116201091354515393' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116201091354515393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116201091354515393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day ..'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116158700795650385</id><published>2006-10-23T02:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T03:03:28.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eidkum Embarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/eid_mubarak.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/eid_mubarak.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116158700795650385?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116158700795650385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116158700795650385' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116158700795650385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116158700795650385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/10/eidkum-embarak.html' title='Eidkum Embarak'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116124119828897147</id><published>2006-10-19T02:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T03:11:15.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/lichtenstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/lichtenstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the things I’ve done, the things that I have been through and where my life is heading to. I find myself lost and unable to find what it is I’m looking for, it’s as though I have lost a part of me and I can’t seem to find it anymore. As a kid I always knew what I wanted to do with my life everything seemed so clear to me at the time; throughout those years a part my dreams started to fade away as my mind kept wandering off to other places and my thoughts kept fluctuating from one point to another. I have accomplished so much in my life but yet there is a degree of uncertainty left in me. I have always believed that no matter what you do in life it should be something you love, something you do with passion, so that it would never feel like work. I find myself wishing I was lucky enough to know what it is I really love ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116124119828897147?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116124119828897147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116124119828897147' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116124119828897147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116124119828897147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/10/lately-ive-been-thinking-lot-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-116011860613421862</id><published>2006-10-06T02:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:32:20.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/lll.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/lll.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I’m sure most of you have fallen in love at one point or another and I don’t mean crushes I’m talking about real feelings where your heart starts to beat faster and you start feeling the tingles and butterflies. I have always believed that when you fall in love with someone for the first time, that person will forever hold a place in your heart and no matter how bad the break up was, no matter how many tears you shed, you will always remember them. As you meet new people and let others into your heart, that place gets smaller and smaller but never quite leaves you. From time to time you may notice how the simplest things would remind you of them, and in the end there is no more pain, no more hate, there are only good memories left to remind you of the times you’ve shared together, in the end it's all good ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-116011860613421862?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/116011860613421862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=116011860613421862' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116011860613421862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/116011860613421862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-love-im-sure-most-of-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115934464025095753</id><published>2006-09-27T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T04:12:48.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Three Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Three things in life once they are gone they never comeback ....&lt;br /&gt;1. Words 2. Opportunity 3. Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Three things in life that are never certain ...&lt;br /&gt;1. Dreams 2. Success 3. Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Three things in life that make you a great person…&lt;br /&gt;1. Hardwork 2. Sincerity 3. Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Three things in life that are most valuable…&lt;br /&gt;1. Love 2. Self respect 3. Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Three things in life shouldn't be lost....&lt;br /&gt;1. Peace 2. Hope 3. Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Three things in life that destroy a person...&lt;br /&gt;1. Greed 2. Pride 3. Anger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taken from a forward sent to me by a friend&lt;/span&gt;&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/23556622-115934464025095753?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115934464025095753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115934464025095753' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115934464025095753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115934464025095753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-things-three-things-in-life-once_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115880065459990174</id><published>2006-09-20T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:18:47.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/untitled4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/untitled4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;recently went to see a doctor, he has all the credentials to claim him the best in his field but he lacks the most important thing patients look for in a doctor and that is empathy. I have had my share of doctors to last me a lifetime but I have never seen one like this who fails to empathize with patients, it's as though the only thing that matters to him is his work. How can we forget the very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;core reason that made us want to be doctors? How can we fail our patients? Is it a tactic to try and fool ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; to not get too close to a patient? Some things should be a given such as some decent respect. I would have never tolerated this if it were not in respect to a doctor I once worked with. It got me thinking about how medicine is changing to a more routine way than one where we once cared about our patients  ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115880065459990174?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115880065459990174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115880065459990174' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115880065459990174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115880065459990174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-recently-went-to-see-doctor-he-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115791006873798298</id><published>2006-09-10T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:56:20.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/sfcorteo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/sfcorteo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CirQue Du Soleil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After months of hearing so many people talk about Corteo, I decided it's time to check it out and see if it is really all that they say it is. The show was very entertaining, amusing and kept the viewers mesmerized by what their eyes kept witnessing. Cirque Du Soleil is a famous show and a festive parade, they tour all around but are mainly held in Vegas. They are world famous acrobats that are trained to do the most unexpected stunts and perform the impossible. I have to admit though that the show didn't exceed my expectations. I had heard so much about it and I guess that spoiled it for me as my expectations were too high. I loved the first part of the show but the ending wasn't as exciting as the first part. The show was a celebration of ridiculously tragic and funny events. My favorite scenes were those on the trapezes and parallel bars, how they would swing, twist, and move from one place to another. The show was amazing and I would definitely recommend you all to see it sometime. &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/23556622-115791006873798298?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115791006873798298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115791006873798298' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115791006873798298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115791006873798298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/09/cirque-du-soleil-after-months-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115730134212795985</id><published>2006-09-03T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:45:06.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/Metro_Center_upper_level.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/Metro_Center_upper_level.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyday thousands of people parade in and out of the subway and we hardly pay attention to those around us as we desperately try to get to our destinations on time .. I was there yesterday and began to notice an old man standing there by himself dressed in rags, his mental state was failing him, he was talking to himself as though there was another person standing beside him, soon his hands were wondering around thin air as he pretended to have a conversation with someone and began to shake hands with the ‘person’ beside him .. I couldn’t stop wondering what had led him to his mental state, was it old age? was he abandoned? forgotten? was it poverty that led him to insanity? as we got to the next stop he insisted on his friend to go first as he pointed out with his hands towards the door and soon left the station others were too busy reading their papers, listening to music and anxiously trying to figure out which stop was theirs, it was as though nothing had happened .. I wish that we lived in a society that cared, a society that didn’t forget others and had its doors always open. I can only hope that things would someday change but I know it would be a long battle to play ..&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/23556622-115730134212795985?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115730134212795985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115730134212795985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115730134212795985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115730134212795985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyday-thousands-of-people-parade-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115514306984378714</id><published>2006-08-09T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:32:59.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/chris-botti2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/chris-botti2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I Fall In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There is something about his music that touches me so deeply, for those of you who don't recognize him his name is Chris Botti and he plays contemporary Jazz music. It is mostly instrumental music but even then the listener is able to let his or her heart speak the words. Sometimes you don't need words to understand some things and this is one of those cases. Every time I hear one of his songs it's as though I forget about everything around me and all my worries disappear for a few minutes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115514306984378714?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115514306984378714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115514306984378714' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115514306984378714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115514306984378714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-i-fall-in-lovethere-is-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115458953983414934</id><published>2006-08-03T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:19:00.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/optical%20illusion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/optical%20illusion.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Young woman or old lady ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115458953983414934?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115458953983414934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115458953983414934' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115458953983414934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115458953983414934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/08/young-woman-or-old-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115414335820061688</id><published>2006-07-28T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:33:22.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haydeh- Ayare man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ghamat dar nehan khanehy del neshinad beh nazi keh laila beh mahmel neshinad Pay mahmelash anchehnan zar geryeham keh az geryeham nagheh dar gehl neshinad Maranjan delam ra keh en morgheh vahshi zeh bami keh barkhast zeh bami keh barkhast moshkel neshinad Az an zeman keh arezo cho naghshi az sarab shod tamameh jastehjoyeh del soaleh bi javab shod Narafteh kameh teshnehy beh jastehkoyeh cheshmeha khototeh naghsheh zendegi cho naghsheh az barab shod Cheh seneh soz ah ha keh khofteh bar leban ma hezar goftani beh lab asereh peich o tab shod Na shoreh arehfanahy na shogheh shaeranehay gharareh asheghaneh ham shotab dar shotab shod Na forsateh shekayaty na gheseh va ravayaty tamameh jeldehayeh jan cheh arezo beh khob shod Negah montazer beh dar neshasteh va omr shod beh sar nayamadeh beh khod degar keh dorreh shabab shod Haftaasemaan raa bardaram, vaz haft daryaa bogzaram ay sho'leye taabaane man, ham rahbari ham rahazani hamin sari ham ansari ay noure bi payane man Chon miravi bi man maro ay Jaane Jaan bi tan maro Ay didane to dine man vey ruye to imaane man ay haste to penhan shode dar hastie penhaane man Chon miravi bi man maro ay jaane jaan bi tan maro Ay yaare man ay yaare an ay delabaro deldaare man ay mahramo ghamkhaare man, ay dineh ay imaneh man khosh meyravi darjaneh man ay dardeh to dar maneh maan Chon miravi bi man maro ay Jaane Jaan bi tan maro …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This song has been on my mind lately, the lyrics is by Mowlavi (Rumi). I wish you you could understand the words it's beautiful ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115414335820061688?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115414335820061688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115414335820061688' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115414335820061688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115414335820061688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/07/haydeh-ayare-man-ghamat-dar-nehan.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115388640456901482</id><published>2006-07-25T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:00:05.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/IMG_0964.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/IMG_0964.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/IMG_0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/IMG_0973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/IMG_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/IMG_0962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/IMG_0962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/IMG_0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/IMG_0969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures I took during a protest against the war on Lebanon .. It is a shame that after two world wars people can be so blind - history keeps repeating itself ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115388640456901482?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115388640456901482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115388640456901482' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115388640456901482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115388640456901482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/07/these-are-pictures-i-took-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115326103480468706</id><published>2006-07-18T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:19:51.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/thermometer.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/thermometer.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling hot hot hot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's with the weather today? Its 97 degrees outside (35 in metric units) and this isn't the middle east it's the states so its not usually this hot here I know its much hotter in Kuwait but I've been away too long to bare such heat .. I just came back from walking my dog and it was so hot that  the poor thing gave up half way and decided he was gonna call it quits ..&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/23556622-115326103480468706?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115326103480468706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115326103480468706' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115326103480468706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115326103480468706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-hot-hot-hot-whats-with-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115294242655771444</id><published>2006-07-15T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:03:01.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/abb_art_lichtenstein_01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/abb_art_lichtenstein_01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The other day while I was in the operating room as the covers were removed from the patient everyone began to notice the young girl with beautiful golden hair, a few minutes later a discussion started on blonde hair. Apparently blondes are endangered species since the gene for blonde hair is a recessive gene which means that it is more difficult to pass the gene onto their offsprings since two recessive genes are needed to pass this trait onto others. Some scientists believe that blondes are going to be extinct in about 200 years while others believe that the frequency of blondes will drop but not disappear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115294242655771444?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115294242655771444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115294242655771444' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115294242655771444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115294242655771444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/07/other-day-while-i-was-in-operating.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115225025269002490</id><published>2006-07-07T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:40:14.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/tango%20couple.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/400/tango%20couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/tango%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Art of Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;One of my big passions in life is dancing, I love to salsa, tango, cha-cha, waltz .. Dancing is all about body language if you're reading your messages right then there is no way you can make a mistake, of course you need a good partner the guys always lead so even if you cant dance at all, as long as you have a good partner then there is no way you can make a mistake .. If you really want to see if you're a good dancer then try dancing with blindfolds its an amazing experience ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115225025269002490?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115225025269002490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115225025269002490' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115225025269002490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115225025269002490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/07/art-of-dancing-one-of-my-big-passions.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115181214316446845</id><published>2006-07-01T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:49:03.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Do While Your Coworkers Are On Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/wrap.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/wrap.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/postits.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/postits.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/puff.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/puff.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/postit.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/postit.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/pic7.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/pic7.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/aluminum.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/aluminum.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115181214316446845?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115181214316446845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115181214316446845' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115181214316446845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115181214316446845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-to-do-while-your-co_115181214316446845.html' title='Things To Do While Your Coworkers Are On Vacation'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115146251669376021</id><published>2006-06-27T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:33:59.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How many tears can u shed for today, for the gone and for the coming? How many more emotions can one suppress? I am but a human too I feel I cry I ache it seems as though no matter how loud I scream no matter how many tears I shed things cannot go back to the way they were. I wish I could go back to a time where I didn’t know any pain where heartaches were a foreign language and worries were an unfamiliar territory I’m trembling from fear of the unknown clinging onto whatever hope is left in me as the day gets darker by the hour and silence begins to play a role ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115146251669376021?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115146251669376021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115146251669376021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115146251669376021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115146251669376021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-many-tears-can-u-shed-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115082818476897505</id><published>2006-06-20T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:26:44.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;I know the deadline for the elections are coming up on the 29th and I was wondering if anyone knows if it is possible for Kuwaitis to vote for the elections from other countries? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-115082818476897505?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115082818476897505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115082818476897505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115082818476897505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115082818476897505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-deadline-for-elections-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-115043004022669669</id><published>2006-06-15T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T00:08:17.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/terminall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/terminall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Terminal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sure most of you have seen the movie The Terminal, what some of you may not know is that this movie was based on a true story of an Iranian man named Mehran Karimi Nasseri who has been living in the Charles de Gaulle Airport since 1988. He has been waiting for a flight out of France for more than ten years now. Nasseri was held by immigration at the airport for not having the proper documents which were stolen from him when he got mugged at a train station. Since he had no documentation there was no country to send him to and France has kept him in terminal one ever since. As years have passed by it has been believed that Mehran will probably never leave Charles de Gaulle Airport as his stay there has affected his psychological state; Mehran who is reffered to by many as Sir Alfred has refused his origins claiming he is not an iranian and claims that he doesn't speak persian even though he understands it completely. In 1999 he was given papers to sign which would allow him to go anywhere in europe to which he refused because of the psychological effects this has had on him. It is sad to know that we live in a society that would do such a thing to another human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23556622-115043004022669669?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/115043004022669669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=115043004022669669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115043004022669669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/115043004022669669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/06/terminal-im-sure-most-of-you-have-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114929210076202840</id><published>2006-06-02T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:34:25.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Someone sent this to me ealier today and I just died laughing so thought I'd post this on my blog ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudares Ma9ri: Izker isem 7aywan ye6er?&lt;br /&gt;al6aleb: elfeil?&lt;br /&gt;almudares: ayh elghaba dah rabina yekhrib bait ahlak, ismik ay ya ghabi?&lt;br /&gt;al6aleb: Fahad Suba7 ala7mad alsuba7&lt;br /&gt;almudares: bu9 ya fahoodi ya 7abibi elfeil mumkin ye6er bes law yeshid 7ailo shwaiya&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114929210076202840?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114929210076202840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114929210076202840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114929210076202840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114929210076202840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-sent-this-to-me-ealier-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114919208530012422</id><published>2006-06-01T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:35:43.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting here at work as I'm waiting for something to finish I can't help but think of things back home .. its been months since I went back and I've been so caught up with things that I didn't get a chance to plan a summer vacation and now I doubt I'd even have the time to go back at all this summer .. I miss it, not much back home yet there's something about it that makes me want to go back and trust me I mean it when I say theres not much there. Kuwait is home but I can be very pessimistic about my country mostly the people there I'm not saying everyone but the majority of the people are so materialistic I wonder if there is anything else that ever mattered to them.. and I can't stand the mentality of others how they see themselves above the rest thinking they rule the world but seriously who made them king? I wish things would change but I know things wont .. I don't even know why I'm writing about this its not going to make the slightest difference I can go on and on and on about what I dislike, about the cons, about things that happen on a daily basis but I wouldn't know where to start its a never ending story. Don't get me wrong here I love my country and I miss it but it wouldn't hurt to see some change every now and then and I mean change for the better ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114919208530012422?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114919208530012422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114919208530012422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114919208530012422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114919208530012422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-sitting-here-at-work-as-im-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114905835286037314</id><published>2006-05-31T02:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T02:52:48.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorableEven a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's lifeBy giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114905835286037314?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114905835286037314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114905835286037314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114905835286037314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114905835286037314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-seduction-style-fantasy-loveryou.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114852752785298594</id><published>2006-05-24T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:29:25.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What has the world come to ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/KevinCarter.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/KevinCarter.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Pulitzer prize winning photograph taken by Kevin Carter in southern Sudan in 1993. As you can see the vulture is watching the child waiting for the kid to die as the child tries crawling to a food center during the Sudan famine. Carter who had left the scene shortly after taking the picture committed suicide in 1994 after receiving the prize for this photograph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114852752785298594?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114852752785298594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114852752785298594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114852752785298594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114852752785298594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-has-world-come-to.html' title='What has the world come to ??'/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114487491167154158</id><published>2006-04-12T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:35:03.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Thoughts of You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I feel as though I have been crying for years, that my face is dry because of those tears, that my heart has sunk to the deepest ocean my soul is shaking its dreading tomorrow and I dont know what's making it shake anymore im left in the darkest silence It's been the coldest winter and the darkest night a part of me has died and im left with nothing but thoughts of you I'm drowning in my own river of tears .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~Chica Bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&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/23556622-114487491167154158?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114487491167154158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114487491167154158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114487491167154158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114487491167154158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-thoughts-of-youi-feel-as-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114473567267221644</id><published>2006-04-11T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:35:57.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Random Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Hungry by Dave Navarro&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite flower? yellow roses&lt;br /&gt;3. Where were your parents born? Mom was born in Iran and Dad was born in Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite restaurant? depends on where I am ..&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you swam in a pool? I don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a school play? yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever cried during a movie? I cried my heart out in gone with the wind ..&lt;br /&gt;8. Type of music you dislike most? hmm I like everything but I guess I’m not too big of a fan of country music..&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you registered to vote? no&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have cable? Sure I do&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you remember your dreams? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;12. When was the last time you saw your parents? Four months ago&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever get a parking ticket? lots of times on campus&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? I‘ve already skydived as for bungee jumping I‘m planning on it ..&lt;br /&gt;15. Furthest place you ever traveled? China&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a garden? no I can barely keep my plant alive&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your favorite comic strip? Archie&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? Nothing worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite pizza topping? Cheese and mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or popcorn? Popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;23. What color lipstick do you usually wear? nude&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells? no.&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? nope&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange or Apple juice? orange&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? My friend we went to a sushi bar&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you prefer cats, dogs, or some other kind of pet? dogs&lt;br /&gt;29. How much cash do you have on you right now? 40 dollars&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? I don’t eat tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite color? deep blue&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you a good cook? yes I love cooking (as long as someone does the cleaning)&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? of course I do&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever order an article from an infomercial?no&lt;br /&gt;35. Sprite or 7-up? 7-up&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? yes in the OR&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Light bulbs (apparently cvs carries them)&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever throw up in public? Yes outside a really fancy sushi restaurant lets just say it’s a bad idea to have chocolate ice cream after sushi&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? true love; somethings money cant buy ..&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in love at first sight? no I used to though ...&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever call a 1-900 number? no&lt;br /&gt;42. Can exes be friends? Depends&lt;br /&gt;43. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? I don’t remember I’m usually the one who gets visited&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? I think so&lt;br /&gt;45. What message is on your answering machine? "hi I’m not here right now so please leave your name and a number and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible”&lt;br /&gt;46. When's your birthday? November&lt;br /&gt;47. Have you ever faked sick? lots of times it was mostly to avoid going to class&lt;br /&gt;48. What is in your purse? A nail file, wallet, lipstick, lip liner n gloss, random receipts, a hair clip and a pen&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever broken a bone? no&lt;br /&gt;50. Are you a morning person or a night person? night person &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/23556622-114473567267221644?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114473567267221644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114473567267221644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114473567267221644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114473567267221644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-questions1.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114384924727833839</id><published>2006-03-31T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:36:25.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O me! what eyes hath Love put in my head,Which have no correspondence with true sight;Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,That censures falsely what they see aright?If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,What means the world to say it is not so?If it be not, then love doth well denoteLove's eye is not so true as all men's: no,How can it? O! how can Love's eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears?No marvel then, though I mistake my view;The sun itself sees not, till heaven clears.O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind,Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114384924727833839?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114384924727833839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114384924727833839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114384924727833839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114384924727833839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-me-what-eyes-hath-love-put-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114258402935273042</id><published>2006-03-17T03:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T03:51:32.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capital Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every year thousands of people are executed; those who have been convicted of vicious crimes are sentenced to death whether its by lethal injection, hanging, electric chair or by any other justifiable means. What gives us the right to say who gets to die and who gets to live? Whatever happened to the statement "thou shall not kill" Who are we to judge? People make mistakes in judgment everyday what makes the courts any different? Do you agree that people that have been convicted of high level crimes should be sentenced to death? Is it justified? &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/23556622-114258402935273042?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114258402935273042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114258402935273042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114258402935273042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114258402935273042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/03/capital-punishmentevery-year-thousands.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114227119076512120</id><published>2006-03-13T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:36:45.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70 random facts about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1.I’m a romantic&lt;br /&gt;2.I’m a daughter, a sister, a cousin and a niece&lt;br /&gt;3.I’m a Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;4.I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5.I’m stubborn at times&lt;br /&gt;6.I love photography&lt;br /&gt;7.I’m kind&lt;br /&gt;8.I can do 120 sit-ups a day&lt;br /&gt;9.I’m a survivor&lt;br /&gt;10.I love yellow roses&lt;br /&gt;11.I can be paranoid at times&lt;br /&gt;12.I love music&lt;br /&gt;13.I’m impatient at times&lt;br /&gt;14.I love dogs&lt;br /&gt;15.I am a foreigner to the gym&lt;br /&gt;16.I miss the dark room&lt;br /&gt;17.I miss my country&lt;br /&gt;18.I love Japanese food&lt;br /&gt;19.I’m working on my Spanish&lt;br /&gt;20.I love my family&lt;br /&gt;21.I forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;22.I am a clash of cultures&lt;br /&gt;23.I’m opinionated&lt;br /&gt;24.I love dancing&lt;br /&gt;25.I’ve skydived&lt;br /&gt;26.I hate cold weather&lt;br /&gt;27.I’m not a religious person&lt;br /&gt;28.I’m an optimist but a pessimist to myself&lt;br /&gt;29.I have been living away from home for more than six years now&lt;br /&gt;30.My favorite color is deep blue&lt;br /&gt;31.I have never been to brazil&lt;br /&gt;32.I write poetry&lt;br /&gt;33.22 is my favorite number&lt;br /&gt;34.I have a fetish for shoes&lt;br /&gt;35.I am outgoing&lt;br /&gt;36.I have a short temper&lt;br /&gt;37.I love Italy&lt;br /&gt;38.I speak four languages&lt;br /&gt;39.I love the beach&lt;br /&gt;40.I prefer sunset over sunrise&lt;br /&gt;41.I love singing though I suck at it&lt;br /&gt;42.I love my dog&lt;br /&gt;43.I’m full of excuses when it comes to going to the gym or school work&lt;br /&gt;44.I’m a procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;45.I’ve driven a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;46.I’ve gone horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;47.I’ve learned that if u want something done you have to do it yourself&lt;br /&gt;48.I don’t drink or smoke&lt;br /&gt;49.I want to bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;50.I love jet skiing&lt;br /&gt;51.I really want a vacation&lt;br /&gt;52.I used to play the piano when I was younger&lt;br /&gt;53.I collected stamps as a kid&lt;br /&gt;54.I used to play tennis&lt;br /&gt;55.My favorite city in America is San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;56.I’m against capital punishment&lt;br /&gt;57.I got my driving license at 16&lt;br /&gt;58.I love eclairs&lt;br /&gt;59.I’m so bored that I’m actually writing this list&lt;br /&gt;60.I’m all for women’s rights&lt;br /&gt;61.I can listen to the song 'what a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong a hundred times and not get sick of it&lt;br /&gt;62.I can Salsa&lt;br /&gt;63.I’d kill to see Sade in concert&lt;br /&gt;64.I will never deny who I am&lt;br /&gt;65.I’m an honest person&lt;br /&gt;66.I hate vegetables with the exception of a few&lt;br /&gt;67.I’m anti-war&lt;br /&gt;68.I don’t believe in love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;69.I once won tickets to a concert&lt;br /&gt;70. I've always wanted to build a free hospital, now I realize how distant that dream is ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114227119076512120?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114227119076512120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114227119076512120' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114227119076512120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114227119076512120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/03/70-random-facts-about-me-1_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114188182447225810</id><published>2006-03-09T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T04:15:51.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Life is too short and we tend to take things for granted and forget how fragile life can be .. We are too blind to see things or maybe we just dont want to see some things ? They say "you dont know the meaning of anything until you lose it" How far do we have to go before we start seeing these things ? how deep does it have to be? What price do we pay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Heres something to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call, what would you say, and why are you waiting?" -Stephen Levine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114188182447225810?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114188182447225810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114188182447225810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114188182447225810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114188182447225810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-too-short-and-we-tend-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114188035615514870</id><published>2006-03-08T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T03:18:29.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/1600/The%20kiss%20(detailed).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/320/The%20kiss%20%28detailed%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;There is something about this painting that I love so much .. this is just a detailed part of the painting. It's called the kiss and its by Gustav Klimt it speaks for itself ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23556622-114188035615514870?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114188035615514870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114188035615514870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114188035615514870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114188035615514870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-is-something-about-this-painting.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23556622.post-114188018892101270</id><published>2006-03-08T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:37:13.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houshmand Aghili - Jodaei&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asamaneh cheshemeh on aheyneyeh kist?Ankeh chonan ena ba man ro bero bood..Dard ow nefrin dard ow nefrin bar safar badSar neveshteh en jodaei dasteh on ooon boodGeryeh nakon keh sar nevasht, gar mara az to joda kard Aghebat delhayeh ma ghameh ham ashena kard ba ghameh ham ashena kard, chehrehesh aheyneyeh kist? ankeh ba man robero bood dard ow nefrin bar safar eyn gonah az dasteh on bood eyn gonah az dasteh on bood ghar goly char mordeh bodam gar tora sad rangeh ow bood ancheh kardi ba deleh man gheseyeh sang o sabood bood Ay delat khorshedeh khandan seneyeh tareykheh man sangeh ghabreh arezo bood sangeh ghabreh arezo bood geryeh nakon keh sar navesht gar mara az to joda kard aghebat delhayeh ma be ghameh ham ashena kard ba ghameh ham ashena kard ...&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/23556622-114188018892101270?l=chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/114188018892101270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23556622&amp;postID=114188018892101270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114188018892101270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23556622/posts/default/114188018892101270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicabonitaq8.blogspot.com/2006/03/houshmand-aghili-jodaei-asamaneh.html' title=''/><author><name>Chica Bonita Q8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06161606458312296485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5712/2412/200/withoutthe%20logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
