<?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-14114195</id><updated>2011-07-18T02:46:55.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sal7a and Saad Dating Diaries</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog shares the experiences of Sal7a and Saad, who have an interest in each other but suffer from bad memory (Saad:she is the forgetful one not me). They can never recollect what causes their arguments, and rarely agree on what really happened. In fact there is still disagreement about who made the first move. Yet, because they remain interested in each other they decided to create this blog as a daily reference to support their arguments. Welcome to our world ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112506752262531441</id><published>2005-08-26T17:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T17:45:22.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of august resolutions!</title><content type='html'>saad decided to make the 1st of august a turning point in his life style, so he decided to:&lt;br /&gt;1. quit smoking (15 cigs a day average)&lt;br /&gt;2. have three healthy meals a day ( as opposed to one junk food meal at midnight)&lt;br /&gt;3. make a new saving plan and stick to it ( as opposed to the louzy 5 kd standing order)&lt;br /&gt;4. get a new car ( although i love the current one, it has a unique character)&lt;br /&gt;5. tell me that he likes me!&lt;br /&gt; since we are on a break i would like to know through the blog the status of each resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112506752262531441?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112506752262531441/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112506752262531441' title='23 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112506752262531441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112506752262531441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-of-august-resolutions.html' title='1st of august resolutions!'/><author><name>Sal7a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023941503702195652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112487233597025250</id><published>2005-08-24T11:00:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T11:32:18.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SALHA SPOKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://archives.cnn.com/2000/US/04/24/cuba.boy.04/link.meissner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://archives.cnn.com/2000/US/04/24/cuba.boy.04/link.meissner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salha Spoke! she said:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"bonjorno im here watching but to be honest your random thoughts saad are a bit shocking, i still cant get over it. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thats all we have for you people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(BROADCAST ENDS)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112487233597025250?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112487233597025250/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112487233597025250' title='2 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112487233597025250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112487233597025250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/08/salha-spoke_24.html' title='SALHA SPOKE!'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112384854632305200</id><published>2005-08-12T14:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:09:06.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.krystiimelaine.com/chimpanzee%20thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.krystiimelaine.com/chimpanzee%20thinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salha and I created this blog as a venue where we are allowed so say whats on our minds, to vent, to share, and to discuss. We also agreed in the begining that what we say here ... stays here. In short, we created this blog to keep communication going and voice that thoughts that normally we, or anyone, wouldnt discuss in person. I see this venue as an essential part of any relationship. So in that spirit i say this: What I will write below is a moment im going through whether it is an off-beat kind of thing, or an indication of what is to come, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the break is on, a week into this now, and all I have been doing is work and work and work to the early hours of the morning only to have a few hours of sleep to go back to work. It was pure coincidence that work quadrupled the same time we chose to take a break. (My boss came back from vacation with a million ideas - go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just hitting me now, this friday afternoon, that we are on a break. Why didnt I notice it? or feel it? why dont I still feel it? are we growing apart? or is it just that the begining was so intense that we now need, or maybe I need, a breather. I dont know. But these are questions she has been asking me. And honestly, I have no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112384854632305200?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112384854632305200/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112384854632305200' title='10 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112384854632305200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112384854632305200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-thoughts.html' title='RANDOM THOUGHTS'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112330651264216810</id><published>2005-08-06T08:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:35:12.646+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The date did happen, and a 60-day break as well</title><content type='html'>Hello bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did end up going out on our second date.  And about all the uncertainty in the last post..well..all it was, was that Salha had cold feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, in the end, she had no choice really.  I said we are going out a date and thats it!  What I say happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people, it shouldnt be that hard to get to know a person - its keeping/getting rid of a person is the hard part.  In other words, if you are arguing whether you should see other or not, i think there is an issue there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a good solid date, we were in, had food, and out! military style.  After our date we talked about "where is this going?", ( I bet all the guys reading this now are thinking "here we go again!") Yup :)   (im so gonna get my ass kicked by Salha for saying that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not bore you with the details, but we agreed to talk a 60- day break to re assess, re-troop, stock-up, call of reinforcements, and re-stratigize our positions (i.e. we are on a thinking-break").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart dudes reading this now are probably thinking: Run this is your chance! run and don't look back! dont make our mistake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about me? what do i think about this odd situation? well Im still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this weird or no? tell me fellow bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112330651264216810?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112330651264216810/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112330651264216810' title='11 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112330651264216810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112330651264216810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/08/date-did-happen-and-60-day-break-as.html' title='The date did happen, and a 60-day break as well'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112270975867129046</id><published>2005-07-30T10:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:49:18.676+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Saad But NO Second Date!</title><content type='html'>i think that saad knows very well why i'm cancelling the date, so no need to say. or you know what let me share it with you guys&lt;br /&gt;we agreed on that date a week ago, during that week i asked him twice if he has any plans on sunday and his answer was always NO no plans yet, it is our 3rd date and he is already careless, i feel like he lost interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112270975867129046?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112270975867129046/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112270975867129046' title='15 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112270975867129046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112270975867129046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry-saad-but-no-second-date.html' title='Sorry Saad But NO Second Date!'/><author><name>Sal7a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023941503702195652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112264388933033500</id><published>2005-07-29T16:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:45:11.190+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND DATE - SUNDAY; THANKS TO BLOGGERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.musicman.com/00pic/5009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long discussions, arguments, and pleading (mostly by me) Salha and I and have decided to go on our second real date. This is will be the third date in public, i.e. non-roof-top dates, and it wasnt easy to get her to go out with me in public! And if you read the passed posts you will understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to your feedback, Salha is now encouraged and is gradually making exceptions to her rule of "only phone dating", which i am very against for reasons i explained earlier (mainly that phone-based relationships are extremely narrow and thus i believe them to be "unreal").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we will not disclose the location or the time of the date, but will update you late Sunday night or Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112264388933033500?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112264388933033500/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112264388933033500' title='1 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112264388933033500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112264388933033500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/second-date-sunday-thanks-to-bloggers.html' title='SECOND DATE - SUNDAY; THANKS TO BLOGGERS!'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112248956975486302</id><published>2005-07-27T21:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:47:01.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salha, you cant say that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005N7UV.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005N7UV.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened here? i doze off for a few days (yes i've been sleeping a lot lately) and I find you saying things that cannot be said!   Statements like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ان الحب جذي والله لو ادري جان ما حبيت&lt;/strong&gt;، انا كنت شزيني كافية خيري شري اضحك الليل والنهار وما يهمني احد، والحين شوفو حالتي الله اقوى&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;المشكلة مو اني اقولهم ولا لا المشكلة ان احنا الاثنين مو متاكدين بالذات سعد،فشلون اقولهم بدون ما احسسهم &lt;strong&gt;ان احنا قاعدين نلعب او ان سعد قاعد يتسلى معاي&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What kind of talk is that, why all the drama? For a second there it sounded like a Fajr Al Se3eed soap opera. Salha, in reality people dont say statements like that about themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Drama is shocking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112248956975486302?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112248956975486302/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112248956975486302' title='10 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112248956975486302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112248956975486302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/salha-you-cant-say-that.html' title='Salha, you cant say that!'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112228913632542311</id><published>2005-07-25T12:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T13:58:56.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY MOVED :((((((</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;تركت عائلة بن عاقول الفريج بعد ماثمنو بيتهم، هذا مو درب الزلق هذي قصتي الي مادري شلون بتخلص؟؟ طبعا ماقولكم عن الاسبوعين الي فاتو شلون مرو علي، آنا ما كنت ادري ان الحب جذي والله لو ادري جان ما حبيت، انا كنت شزيني كافية خيري شري اضحك الليل والنهار وما يهمني احد، والحين شوفو حالتي الله اقوى&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have two news stories for you guys......actually three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last monday at 19:30 me and saad went out for dinner and officially this was our first date in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saad and i decided to tell my parents about our relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saad gave me the first gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;بالنسبة للموضوع الاول حصل بعد ما تركو بيتهم باسبوعين،كنت اكلم سعد بالتلفون يوم الاثنين الي فات الساعة ستة المغرب وكنت يوعانة فقلتله على قشمرة خنروح انتعشى باي مكان لاني ادري ان ديوانيته يوم الاثنين فقلت اكيد راح يقول لا عشان الديوانية وامسكها عليه، بس المفاجأة انه قال اوكي، طبعا ماقولكم كان عشا الرعب، كنت ميتة من الخرعة والي زاد وغطى ان الاخ سعد كان متعشي في بيتهم عقب ما اتفقنا(لاحظو قلة الادب)وحتى مافكر يجاملني وياكل معاي خلاني آكل بروحي نفس الهبلة بس الله خير اصر ان يدفع الحساب، ومشينا الساعة ثمانية ونص، انا حسيت انه دمي كان وايد ثقيل بس اهو يقول انه استانس&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;اما الموضوع الثالث فحصل قبل الموضوع الثاني، كلمني آخر ليلة حقهم في البيت عشان الاقيه بالسطح، صعدت البوز شبرين والنفسية زفت (كان وايد ظايق خلقي) و ياحياتي يعطيني لوحة صغيرة عزيزة عليهوكاتب لي عليها اهداءعسل.....ماينن...عجيب&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;الموضوع الثاني كان نتيجة الموضوع الثالث،انا كان عندي مشكلة اني اخش موضوع علاقتي بسعد عن امي وابوي وهذا شي مو ملموس، فمابالكم بهدية؟ وايد كنت احاتي اذا شافوها، فلما حس فيني سعد تناقشنا بالموضوع وقررنا ان راح اقول حق ابوي وامي لما اشوفهم لان اهما الحين مسافرين فلما يرجعون راح اقولهم وجها لوجه وايد ارتحت من هالقرار ماتصدقون شكثر، بس الحين وكل ما قرب الموضوع قاعدة اخاف، مادري شلون راح يكون تقبلهم للموضوع، مادري شلون اقولهم،وما ادري شنو اقولهم، قراري صح ولا غلط؟ ساعدوني &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HELP ME PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112228913632542311?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112228913632542311/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112228913632542311' title='9 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112228913632542311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112228913632542311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/they-moved.html' title='THEY MOVED :(((((('/><author><name>Sal7a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023941503702195652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112074862743782797</id><published>2005-07-07T17:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T18:07:07.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WE SOLD THE HOUSE - HELP US KEEP THIS BLOG ALIVE</title><content type='html'>I am sure that everyone will agree with me when I say not every problem is a crisis. Some problems are opportunities, some are challenges, others are mere issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salha and I have a challenge, and we need your help to overcome it. In fact we need your help, your friend's help and the help of anyone you know in order to keep this blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a unique situation here. We are two people who are interested in each other and cant MEET UP IN PERSON anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salha comes from a &lt;strong&gt;socially&lt;/strong&gt; conservative family and lives within a socially conservative layer of society. That means, though she has no issues with socially dating (in person), she doesnt do it because fear of a family member/friend/'someone' see her with a man. This means she does not date in public, she cannot have dinner, lunch, or even coffee with a stranger. Her family and 'social network' can in no way find out that she was physicaly present in the company of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, im a bit more socially liberal, my family is socially conservative but that does not affect my life. What that means is I hangout in so-called 'mixed' crowds, have dear friends from both genders, open to relationships, and more relevantly: I have to be social when I date. In other words, I am anti-phone dating -for reasons I have explained in earlier posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make the challenge more complex, we have sold our house and we are moving to another Area. This means that we can no longer meet up the way we used to for the past two months (on our rooftops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you can help us come up with ideas that are acceptable to both Salha and myself, this blog might die in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So tell us, how/where/ you think we can meet on a regular basis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep in mind Salha's resitrctions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112074862743782797?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112074862743782797/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112074862743782797' title='13 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112074862743782797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112074862743782797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-sold-house-help-us-keep-this-blog.html' title='WE SOLD THE HOUSE - HELP US KEEP THIS BLOG ALIVE'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112055354287713453</id><published>2005-07-05T10:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T11:52:22.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Trust Issue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;مشكلة الثقة ان الحياة ما تمشي بدونها ولو بنسبة بسيطة وفي نفس الوقت كل مالها وتصير عملة نادرة فلا تطلب مني اثق فيك بشهرين مع كل الموروث الثقافي في مجتمعنا الي تكون من قصص آمنة الغنيم في الحرملك وصفحة المشاكل الاجتماعية المطلوب تواجدها في كل مطبوعة يومية او اسبوعية او شهرية، هذا غير الاخبار والسوالف الي ما تنقال الا في الجلسات المغلقة لانها عن بنت فلان او مرت علان وتكون السالفة بكامل تفاصيلها طبعا مع شوية تاليف وزيادات بس انا اؤمن ان ماكو دخان من غير نار والناس ما ترحم، انا مو من النوع الي يهمونا الناس لدرجة الهوس وانت عارف هالشي لان من راقب الناس مات هما ولكن في النهاية احنا جزء من مجتمع ما يهمني ان يحبني او يتفق معاي او يوافقني لكن يهمني جدا جدا ان يحترمني&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;وآنا اعرف ان المجتمع كلمة مطاطة والاحترام شي نسبي ولكن انا احكم على الامور بمعاييري الشخصية بدون ما الزم احد فيها ولا احكم على الناس من خلالها لان لكل حالة ظروفها ومقاييسها&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dear blggers, dearest saad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know i sound too seriouse today but that is a major issue to me so if you can help me solving it then im sure you will see the real face of sal7a and believe you wont regret it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112055354287713453?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112055354287713453/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112055354287713453' title='19 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112055354287713453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112055354287713453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/trust-issue.html' title='The  Trust Issue!'/><author><name>Sal7a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023941503702195652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112046784165735169</id><published>2005-07-04T11:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:07:31.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST AND FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="c112046294657989827"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is what inspired this entry. The points nanonano raised (below) are valid and ought to be discussed, but is this the right venue? i dont know, but worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4171546"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4171546"&gt;nanonano&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;شوف سعد...صالحه معاها حق...لأن في البدايه ما كانت تعرفك...و بدت اتعرّف عليك أكثر من السطح..&lt;strong&gt;فلازم تاخذ وقتها على ما تثق فيك&lt;/strong&gt; و تعرف نوعية أصدقائك و صديقاتك اللي تبي تعرّفها عليهم...بالعكس هذا أصلا خوش مؤشر أن صالحه لي الحين تعرف توزن الأمور مو طايره..و هوي..هوي يا ناقتيو بعدين أنت لازم تكون وايد دقيق في أختيارك حق الناس اللي بتعرفها عليهم عشان ما تكش منهم..و ينعكس سلبا على علاقتكم&lt;br /&gt;10:42 ص, يوليو 04, 2005&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree i should be careful in who i introduce her to, yet still I think I am surrounded with good people, interesting people, fun people. It goes without saying that I will not introduce her to acquaintances. If and when i introduce her to people, and it will only happen with her consent and approval, it will be to friends, people who are dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question to Sal7a is: Now that you have known me for over what? two months now? we have been seeing each other on the rooftop, face to face, almost every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you doubt that I surround myself with good people?&lt;br /&gt;Have I earned your trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANONANO, lets see how this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112046784165735169?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112046784165735169/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112046784165735169' title='26 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112046784165735169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112046784165735169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/trust-and-friends.html' title='TRUST AND FRIENDS'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112040063723996090</id><published>2005-07-03T16:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:53:00.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FAST-FORWARD ---&gt;</title><content type='html'>Needless to say, our meeting place became the roof, it was where we met for the next few weeks, and where we continue to meet (except for our Friday pseudo dates-more on that later). All because she has 'rules' to abide by (i.e. no public outings with non-blood related men). That frustrates me. Because part of getting to know a person is hanging out in casual areas, putting the guard down, enjoying times with friends, introducing friends to each other, being put in odd circumstances. To me, thats all part of the dating experience and the 'getting-to-know' process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know how the other person is around people, while dining, with friends, the company they keep. Those are all important things to know, to discover, to understand, and to value. But she doesnt think so. She prefers rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its fun, we sit in our seperate roofs and talk about everything under the sky, all in an effort to get to know each other. Its fun, the privacy is appreciated but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal7a, after a few weeks of this, dont you think its time to go out in public, on a date, wouldnt you want to be wined and dined? Wouldnt you want to be around people? friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers, help me out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112040063723996090?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112040063723996090/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112040063723996090' title='11 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112040063723996090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112040063723996090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/fast-forward.html' title='FAST-FORWARD ---&gt;'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112032066591541379</id><published>2005-07-02T19:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:28:49.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating!</title><content type='html'>Its fascinating how a woman can change a story around, remove herself from responsibility, and completely switch blame. You know, i can easily call you on your bluff. What was the song? ha? ha? see! No Answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that scene from As Good As It Gets when Jack Nicholson, was a romantic novelist of some sort, was asked by a woman admirer of his: how do you know women so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: Simple, I think of a man, then I remove all reason and accountability from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats exactly whats heppening here, Sal7a, you are dear to me, but hey...come on, admit it....you were dancing to get my attention. Otherwise, would you really dance on your roof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, im not complaining, im glad you danced to get my attention.:) but come on, really? do you usually dance on rooftops?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112032066591541379?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112032066591541379/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112032066591541379' title='12 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112032066591541379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112032066591541379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/fascinating.html' title='Fascinating!'/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112031657911731521</id><published>2005-07-02T18:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:02:59.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOO he hit on me</title><content type='html'>When we moved to our new house as finally ill be having a studio of my own, i didnt even notice the existence of saad until he started the satellite maintenance campaign( shakhbari illi ye93edoun elsa6e7 e3adloun elsatilliet khuberna ebhalsalfa ayam elarayel o elqanat eloula o elthanya), we had a small room on our roof top that i struggled to turn it into a hippy chic studio as my mom wanted to use it as a laundry room!In one of the most beautiful evenings of May ( as you know halsena el9aif ma yana embacher) i decided to work outdoors and to complement the atmosphere i turned on the radio, one of my favourite songs was playing, tell me how can i not dance? ha tell me how? apparently by the time saad finished his job fixing the satellite and went down my favourite song was over so 6abee3i i stopped dancing, that what made him think i was dancing for him!3ad taboon el9ij?? i was so happy that although i didnt mean it i could grab his attention and would make him come up again, 3ayaraaa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112031657911731521?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112031657911731521/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112031657911731521' title='1 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112031657911731521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112031657911731521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/nooooo-he-hit-on-me_02.html' title='NOOOOO he hit on me'/><author><name>Sal7a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13023941503702195652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14114195.post-112029812795543004</id><published>2005-07-02T12:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:55:27.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Al right, here is how it started. About two months ago Sal7a's family moved in the house next to us and became our neighbours.   I will not kid, I did notice that the family included a young, good looking girl in her early twenties, but that was all i noticed and never gave it a second thought.  Aside from running into her everyday as i got in my car to go to work, I never had any interaction with her and never cared to, she was just our neighbour. That lasted for a few weeks until one day I was on the roof of my house fixing my satelite dish that broke down just when I was about to watch the 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was up on the roof, fixing the satelite dish and who do I see?  I take a closer look and see splattering paint on a canvas.  "Not another hippie family!" I thought, and continued working on the LNB.   As I was working on it I noticed lots of movement in the corner of my eye, I look up and I see our hippie friend dancing and painting at the same time.   "Hmm why is she dancing on a rooftop, cant she see im here, this is Kuwait after all!"  But then, it hit me, maybe she was flirting me, a cry for attention??? I quickly dismissed it as went into the house,  but then couldnt let it go and went immediately to the roof for a peek, and guess what? she stopped dancing! I KNEW IT! She was trying to get attention.  The rest is history: She hit on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14114195-112029812795543004?l=salha-and-saad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/feeds/112029812795543004/comments/default' title='تعليقات الرسالة'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14114195&amp;postID=112029812795543004' title='0 تعليقات'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112029812795543004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14114195/posts/default/112029812795543004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salha-and-saad.blogspot.com/2005/07/al-right-here-is-how-it-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Saad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07898383084875635300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.boxofmonsters.com/contr/langdon/10-gorilla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
