<?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-6647730450972250097</id><updated>2011-11-02T20:06:06.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my liVe</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the place where I open up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-7150448566749726226</id><published>2011-10-30T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:16:21.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Born Hamza</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, 27th October 2011, my sister was in labour giving birth to a beautiful child named Hamza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two other children Ibrahim - about 5 years old - and Saleh - about 3 years old - were kept home during the time she was at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me enough would know that I adore children, and that am fairly good with them. They tend to like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her stay in the hospital, her children had a very difficult time since they never slept away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night seemed like the longest night I've had trying to sleep in so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cry just awed me so much and I was acting like a clown for them to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 hours of the torture of trying to make them go to sleep and they just can't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weakened by their impulses of weakness I felt coming out of their hearts. They do love me, but there is nothing equivalent to a hug from a mother before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they finally fell asleep, I felt VICTORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by the fact that they finally listened to my bed time story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that heart torture and that almost nervous break down, I could've never felt happier. After that night of 'mother-ness', I felt a tight bond connecting us, that THEY asked me to sleep with them the next night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then saw Hamza - the new born - and just felt like it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabena ye5alehomlaha w y5aleha lehom yarab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-7150448566749726226?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/7150448566749726226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-born-hamza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7150448566749726226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7150448566749726226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-born-hamza.html' title='New Born Hamza'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-3886904305526336510</id><published>2011-10-24T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:08:48.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Girly Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've last got my mind out there. This post is one of those that come out after long thinking paces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A while ago, I had a goal. I strived to achieve that goal, until I actually got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before having this goal in mind, I remember I used to belittle those with resembling goals. I used to just think "How can people &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, life can really change a person. Deep change that eventually he/she will just believe the exact opposite of what they used to believe. And to be more precise, people can do whatever they put their minds up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got out of that specific experience. I feel proud of myself to have done what I wanted to do. But I feel more proud because I actually had it as one of my &lt;i&gt;wish points&lt;/i&gt; in my wish lists in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Another thing I got out of my thinking phase, is a harsh one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one - and I absolutely mean that - will get your real interests ahead of theirs; including myself. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I care about others, I might put some of their interests ahead of mine. But when it comes to real solid grounded interests, interests that weigh more than an assignment or an outing, that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who care about you might do sacrifices for you. But it will not be over their beliefs. When it comes to their dignity, belief, need..etc., or you, they'll continuously not choose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, some of them will actually want to make you happy, but in their own way. They have a perspective of happiness and will just want to apply that on you. You know they love you like no one else would, and you know that when they love they sincerely do and might do a lot of sacrifices for you. They might &lt;i&gt;let&lt;/i&gt; you do what you want, BUT as long as it does not hit one of those solid grounded interests of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by solid ground, I mean that in their perspective too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A more intuitive thought I have is coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will treat you the way you treat yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you belittle your value, people will tend to do that. If you treat yourself like a queen, you'll get that too. Your self-esteem is a very important factor in getting what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you must have faith in yourself. You should. If you don't, no one else will. Maybe for a while they might, but then deep down they'll just believe what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, you will believe it even more. No matter how strong you might be, you will be weakened by any of your belittling thoughts that you believe. Unless you start facing your fears and acting for &lt;i&gt;a change&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for others to push you back up, because as stated .. no one can. They'll be there for you, but you need to be there for yourself first. You are the only one who will be standing by you for good. And you can't blame others, they can do nothing in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone so much, expect them to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Expect them to talk about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;Expect them to turn one of the people you really love against you as well.&lt;br /&gt;Expect them to care-less about the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why these sound like advices. :/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, from what I've seen, people might do those things, and still try to convince you that they were good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had good intentions. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned - my own way - that intentions don't really matter when you really cause problems for someone and cause them deep pain, that they might never be able to actually forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, "( إنما الأعمال بالنيات ، وإنما لكل امرى ما نوى ) ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually, you might come back to your senses and forgive them. But what they did to your relationship with one of your loved ones will stay as a scar. So just expect the unexpected to avoid having that scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Last but not least thought is, not all close friends are really close.&lt;br /&gt;You might like talking to some of your friends, you might be open to others. You might like sharing good deeds with some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the person who takes you at your worst, and understands what you might be going through. The person who you can show all your bad faults to and engages with you the worst moments of your life. The person who you talk to whenever there is something bothering you. The person who no matter what you go through together, respects you and you respect them back. Shares with you little before big stuff in their lives..not just the big ones. The person who you want to run to when something big happens, either good or bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person, will be your true close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of close friends. But the ones I run to when something huge happens and feel that anxiety to talk to, were found to be the real close friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't matter how old those people are. It doesn't matter how far away you are from each other in distance. What matters is that you can trust them, talk to them, and feel good about it later - not worrying that you might be got wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;That all being said, I would like to mention the only one who really cares about you and is always there for you no matter what it is you did earlier in life and how wrong you've been to him. The one who just forgives you whenever you turn back to him after doing anything that doesn't satisfy him. &lt;br /&gt;He is Allah, obviously. &lt;br /&gt;He is just merciful to an infinite extent. And that is what keeps me going. Because I know that he will forgive my sins in sha'a Allah. He loves me. He loves all of us. And after deep thinking about people, when I start thinking about him, I just never get enough of the real love that I might feel coming from him. He alone is enough for me. I just need to always remember and - more importantly - really believe that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those are just random thoughts, you might not agree with any of it. If you don't, I don't really care anymore. I've learned those things and each one had a different - hard way - to teach me it. So if you don't agree, I will absolutely not negotiate it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-3886904305526336510?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/3886904305526336510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2011/10/mixed-girly-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3886904305526336510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3886904305526336510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2011/10/mixed-girly-thoughts.html' title='Mixed Girly Thoughts'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-8867657701659179488</id><published>2011-01-09T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:39:03.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>مدارج السالكين</title><content type='html'>This is a small section from the book "مدارج السالكين"  for "ابن القيم" I read its translation somewhere and I really liked it and wanted to share it...here it is:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibn al-Qayyim (rahimahullah) said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sin may be more beneficial for a person, if it leads him to repent, than doing a lot of acts of worship. This is what is meant by the words of one of the salaf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘A person may commit a sin and enter Paradise because of it, or he may do an act of worship and enter Hell because of it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said: ‘How is that?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: ‘He may commit a sin and continues to think about it, and when he stands or sits or walks he remembers his sin, so he feels ashamed and repents and seeks forgiveness and regrets it, so that will be the means of his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he may do a good deed and continue to think about it, and when he stands or sits or walks he remembers it and it fills him with self-admiration and pride, so it is the cause of his doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sin may be the factor that leads him to do acts of worship and good deeds and to change his attitude so that he fears Allah and feels shy before Him and feels humiliated before Him, hanging his head in shame and weeping with regret, seeking the forgiveness of his Lord. Each of these effects is better for a person than an act of worship that makes him feel proud and show off and look down on people. Undoubtedly this sin is better before Allah and is more likely to bring salvation than one who admires himself and looks down on others, and who thinks that he is doing Allah a favour. Even if he says words that indicate something other than that, Allah is the Witness over what is in his heart. Such a person may feel hatred towards people if they do not hold him in high esteem and humiliate themselves before him. If he were to examine himself honestly, he would see that clearly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Madarij as-Salikeen, 1/299&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-8867657701659179488?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/8867657701659179488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8867657701659179488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8867657701659179488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='مدارج السالكين'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6630608036786531660</id><published>2010-11-21T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:37:10.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades Semester 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Last Update: 17/02/11 08:36PM and is in bold; changing everyday isA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my grades for all the subjects; assignments, quizzes,projects and finals isA.&lt;br /&gt;'Taken' is the part where it is announced what of the grades will be included in that section. The grades are regularly updated isA.&lt;br /&gt;'--' means that it is not yet announced or I don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;'Percentage' means the distribution of the 100% in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;'Final' represents the grade (ex. A+,B+ ..) that is announced including all the assignments, quizzes and projects grades, NOT the grade of the final exam alone.&lt;br /&gt;+ and - beside each taken represents how much is added already to my grade and how much is already lost.&lt;br /&gt;'Expected' is the part where I put what I am expecting; it is in the lowest I can expect because I don't like expecting higher than my actual. It is put in after I take my final exam isA, and will not be entered unless all the other fields are entered isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Analysis and Design of Algorithms (CSEN703):&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes: (+16) (-4)&lt;br /&gt;1) 6/8&lt;br /&gt;2) 6/7&lt;br /&gt;3) 3.5/8&lt;br /&gt;Assignments: (+12.95) (-2.05)&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;2) 12/12&lt;br /&gt;3) 8/11&lt;br /&gt;4) 6.5/10&lt;br /&gt;Midterm: (+22.66) (-2.34)&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 80%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 90.6489%&lt;br /&gt;Final: &lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Embedded Systems (CSEN701):&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes: (+8.875) (-1.125)&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/13&lt;br /&gt;2) 7/8&lt;br /&gt;3) 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Assignments: (+9) (-1)&lt;br /&gt;1) 8/10&lt;br /&gt;2) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Project: (+14.1) (-0.9)&lt;br /&gt;94/100&lt;br /&gt;Midterm: (+18.075) (-6.924)&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 85%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 72.3% (16.5/23)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Microprocessors (CSEN702):&lt;br /&gt;Assignments: (+18.83333) (-1.16667)&lt;br /&gt;1) 42/45&lt;br /&gt;2) 9.5/10&lt;br /&gt;Project: 10/10 (+20) (-0)&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: 0.5/0.5&lt;br /&gt;Report: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Midterm: (+14) (-6)&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 80%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 70%&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Computer Graphics (DMET502):&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes: (+10%) (-0%)&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;2) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;3) 0/10&lt;br /&gt;Assignments: (+20) (-0)&lt;br /&gt;1) 100/100 (Connect4)&lt;br /&gt;2) 100/100 (Color Cube)&lt;br /&gt;Project: 100/100 (+10) (-0)&lt;br /&gt;Midterm: (+12.74) (-7.26)&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 40%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 63.7097%&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; C+&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Advanced Computer Lab (CSEN704):&lt;br /&gt;Experiments:&lt;br /&gt;1) 5/5&lt;br /&gt;2) 5/5&lt;br /&gt;3) 5/5&lt;br /&gt;4) 5/5&lt;br /&gt;5) 5/5&lt;br /&gt;Assignment:&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Project:&lt;br /&gt;45/45&lt;br /&gt;Final: A+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6630608036786531660?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6630608036786531660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/11/grades-semester-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6630608036786531660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6630608036786531660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/11/grades-semester-7.html' title='Grades Semester 7'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4573182429073710374</id><published>2010-10-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:36:02.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peoples' purpose in our lives :)</title><content type='html'>Some words quoted from one of my best friends ... they echoed ! :)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a &lt;i&gt;reason&lt;/i&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend .. and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. &lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a &lt;i&gt;season&lt;/i&gt;, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/i&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you MUST BUILD upon in order to have a SOLID emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, hold on to the person forever and accept him/her for who he/she is, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4573182429073710374?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4573182429073710374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/10/peoples-purpose-in-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4573182429073710374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4573182429073710374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/10/peoples-purpose-in-our-lives.html' title='Peoples&apos; purpose in our lives :)'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-7801775850934698316</id><published>2010-10-03T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:29:30.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elnoor makano fel 2OLOOOB....</title><content type='html'>another one of my favorite songs :)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elnoor makano fel 2OLOOB&lt;br /&gt;o7don 5oyoot shams el3'oroob...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya tkoon 2ad el7ayah&lt;br /&gt;ya t3eesh WA7EED west eldoroob !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elya2s DA3F W 5OF GABAN&lt;br /&gt;laken EL2AMAL yefta7 BEBAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yatekoon 2ad el7ayah&lt;br /&gt;yate3eesh wa7edd west eldoroob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2elmes 5adar elshagar...&lt;br /&gt;7ES bedeya2 el2amar&lt;br /&gt;2on2osh 2oloob 3al 7agar..&lt;br /&gt;3ala she2 MATENDAMSHYYY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawmakk 2awam 3addeeh&lt;br /&gt;2emshy eltare2 2emsheeh&lt;br /&gt;el3omr EEHHH YERWEEEHH??&lt;br /&gt;3'er 2alb MAY5AFSHYYY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elnoor makano fel 2oloob&lt;br /&gt;2o7don 5oyoot shams el3'oroob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yatkoon 2ad el7ayah&lt;br /&gt;yat3eesh wa7eed west eldoroob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeh nas keteer terda elma9eer&lt;br /&gt;w nas tshoof bedameer dareer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yatkoon 2AD EL7AYAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;yat3eesh WA7EED west eldoroob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ALLY marar elayam..&lt;br /&gt;LESSA el7ayah 2ODAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ooooom LAWWEN &lt;b&gt;EL2A7LAM&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;w 2EW3A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATED7AKSHYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gasadak fy 2albo ELRO7..&lt;br /&gt;TEDAWY KOL GOROO7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belser 2EW3A TEBOO7..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w 2EYAK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATE7LAMSHYYY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-7801775850934698316?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/7801775850934698316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/10/elnoor-makano-fel-2olooob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7801775850934698316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7801775850934698316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/10/elnoor-makano-fel-2olooob.html' title='elnoor makano fel 2OLOOOB....'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-942400710455288807</id><published>2010-08-06T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:02:22.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was a day that am sure will never forget isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day, I felt proud of myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day...to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be my last day at work. So I went to see Engineer Zakareya (the Java supervisor in the company) to show him everything working, but he was at a meeting with Mr Safwan (a manager in the company) and Mr Sameer (the big boss :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for him at the room I was sitting in on my laptop till he finished. Then I called him when he finished..then he came to see everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then logged in using my tool. Automatically I show a list of the Object Stores present.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the GUI (Graphical User Interface) - that is, the look from the outside, that there exists an X to close and the minimize and maximize and so forth - I only used the console - that is, everything is shown as a list and you have to choose from it what you want to do by specifying the number that corresponds to your request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked "Would you like to view a specific object store in details?yes/no" then typed yes. Then I asked "Which object store would you like to view?" then typed the name of an object store. Then a list showing all the folders and documents present in this object store was presented, followed by:&lt;br /&gt;Choose the number corresponding to your choice:&lt;br /&gt;1. Create Custom Object.&lt;br /&gt;2. Create a Folder.&lt;br /&gt;3. Create a document.&lt;br /&gt;4. Delete a folder.&lt;br /&gt;5. Search in the current place.&lt;br /&gt;6. Exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then typed 2 (Create a Folder).&lt;br /&gt;I then asked "What is the folder name you would like to have?" then typed a name (test).&lt;br /&gt;Then the folder was created successfully and a list of the folders in the object store is presented again but now with the created one.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked "Would you like to do more here?yes/no".. typed yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the list of choosing a number is shown again, but this time chose 5 (Search in the current place.) Then I asked "What is the name of what you're searching for?" Then was going to type "test" to search for that folder, but I asked him to try searching for the first letter alone; and so typed "t".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked "Would you like to search for 't' as starting with, ending with, or contains?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then chose starting with. And a list of all those starting with 't' was presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked "Would you like to do more?yes/no" then typed no. Then I said "Thank you for using our humble tool. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw the sentence he started laughing and then started clapping :$:$:$:$ :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said are you going to leave today 5alas? I said isA..then he said okay if you would like I want to give you a recommendation letter for yourself it would help you anywhere, so if you can come next week to take it? I said isA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to see Mr Safwan, he was still talking with Mr Sameer at the office, I then knocked at the door and asked him about the internship certification. He then said it still needs a signature so come next week if you can to take it please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the room I was in, and was about to put my laptop in my bag, when I saw Mr Sameer heading to Engineer Zakareyas' office, and Mr Safwan after him..telling me by his hand to wait not to leave now. So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds or so later, the three of them came standing in front of the room I was in - I was alone - and saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momken to23od hoon...aw hoon...aw honeek 3ala elmaktab el fady elly msh 3arfa fen..aw momken nsheel el computer hayda w to23od hoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like who are they talking about?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Engineer Zakareya told me come next week, we want you to work for us! I will be working with you on a project taba3 el company! REAL WORK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like HUHHH?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said come in the morning you will sit on a desk over there in another room, but after midday you will be sitting here!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SIMPLY FELT PROUD OF MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's not just that they want me to work for them, they also can't find a place in the company for me and they are SEARCHING for that place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is simply amazing ya3ny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top 3 heads in the company are the ones doing that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na3am ya3ny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa3et-ha 2oltelo BGAD?! :D mashy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started laughing that I was a real child :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like ka2en baba gably masasa w far7ana beeha ya3ny :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w lama rawa7t wana fy 2odty lwa7dy baba geh w basny fy 2orty w 2ally rafa3ty rasy :$:$:$:$:$:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bgad bgad I LOVE HIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabbena y5aleeh yarab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot how it feels to be proud of yourself...el 7amdo le Allaaaah!!! bgad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-942400710455288807?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/942400710455288807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/942400710455288807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/942400710455288807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember.'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6170674860731746374</id><published>2010-07-16T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:36:15.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic moment</title><content type='html'>Now, I read something from “By the river Piedra I sat down and wept” posted by  Paulo Coelho...and a friend posted it on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We have to take risks. We can only truly understand the miracle of life when we let the unexpected manifest itself.&lt;br /&gt;Every day – together with the sun – God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day we try to pretend that we don’t realize that moment, that it doesn’t exist, that today is just the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if you pay attention, you can discover the magic instant.&lt;br /&gt;It may be hiding at the moment when we put the key in the door in the morning, in the silence right after dinner, in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. This moment exists – a moment when all the strength of the stars passes through us and lets us work miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is at times a blessing – but usually it’s a conquest. The magic instant helps us to change, drives us forward to seek our dreams. We shall suffer and go through quite a few difficult moments and face many a disappointment – but this is all transitory and inevitable, and eventually we shall feel proud of the marks left behind by the obstacles. In the future we will be able to look back with pride and faith.&lt;br /&gt;Poor are those who are afraid of running risks. Because maybe they are never disappointed, never disillusioned, never suffer like those who have a dream to pursue. But when they look back – for we always look back – they will hear their heart saying: “What did you do with the miracles that God sowed for your days? What did you do with the talent that your Master entrusted to you? You buried it deep in a grave because you were afraid to lose it. So this is your inheritance: the certainty that you have wasted your life.”&lt;br /&gt;Poor are those who hear these words. For then they will believe in miracles, but the magic instants of life will have already passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6170674860731746374?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6170674860731746374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/magic-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6170674860731746374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6170674860731746374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/magic-moment.html' title='The magic moment'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-1444383805840401242</id><published>2010-07-15T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T02:20:59.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at REAL work! :D</title><content type='html'>I am extremely HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this environment. It makes me want to bring the best out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I didn't know the real pleasure I could get out of work...but I finally realized that finding things out yourself by your own is much more better than getting the info on a golden plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is about time to know this. I think I can do this on my own; with mini-help from others, rather than having a lot of help from others that result in minimizing my actual work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can do the task in 2-3 days as was proposed by my tutor. But my hope is to finish it by Sunday insha2a Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from today till Sunday, I am going to focus on the work for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's really see if I can do this insha2a Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I really need your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed3ooly bedameer :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-1444383805840401242?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/1444383805840401242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-at-real-work-d.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1444383805840401242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1444383805840401242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-at-real-work-d.html' title='First day at REAL work! :D'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-1400709544295512090</id><published>2010-07-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T08:38:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at Work</title><content type='html'>e7l it wasn't as bad as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any work today, I only know what my task is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarab yasserha yarab ba2a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-1400709544295512090?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/1400709544295512090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1400709544295512090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1400709544295512090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-at-work.html' title='First day at Work'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-3322344166166974884</id><published>2010-07-11T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T04:12:57.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Today was supposed to be my first real work/intern day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday all day long I was imprisoned by the fact that for the first time, I am going to be asked about something I have absolutely no clue of what it could be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at about 1 am...and couldn't sleep until 3:30 am. I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at about 7:30 am, and was there at about 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I went up after preparing myself for not showing how terrified I was (or tried at least), I discovered that today was a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out that I won't be tested today, at first I felt relieved..but then I didn't like the fact that I will go under this pressure one more day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow goes well...because I know that first impression lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them to expect too much out of me. I want them to expect just as good as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabena yostor yarab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed3ooly :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-3322344166166974884?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/3322344166166974884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3322344166166974884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3322344166166974884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/07/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6294351151820828485</id><published>2010-06-30T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:56:29.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sa2alt nafsy...</title><content type='html'>el o3'neya dy ... bgad bgad ba7essaha keteer lama ba3'lat fy 7a2 nas aw aday2 nas. o3'neya BA7ESSAHA bgad w msh ay o3'neya a7essaha keda :)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;sa2alt nafsy kteeeeeeer marsetsh yom 3ala barr.&lt;br /&gt;ana elly feyya "el5ear"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALLA ELLY FEYYA ELSHAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALYAN 3YOOB "walla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5aly men el zonoob?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malyan 3yoob walla&lt;br /&gt;5aly men elzonoob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallaaaa EEEEEEEHHHHHHHH??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walla ana gowaya w msh dary el etnean fy ba3d?&lt;br /&gt;w 5OMSOMEET 7aga w MALHOMSH DA3WA BEBA3D!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;7elwa awy ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6294351151820828485?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6294351151820828485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/06/sa2alt-nafsy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6294351151820828485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6294351151820828485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/06/sa2alt-nafsy.html' title='sa2alt nafsy...'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-3722188992479145745</id><published>2010-05-26T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:31:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>It's weird how movies are of no interest to me, until exams show up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And starting the download routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I get good marks this semester, I feel like a jerk after the previous semesters' grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can make-up for those grades and get my GPA back up to the A's yarab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed3ooly :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-3722188992479145745?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/3722188992479145745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/05/movies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3722188992479145745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3722188992479145745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/05/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4535090333188775381</id><published>2010-05-18T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:58:14.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>benlef fy dawayer</title><content type='html'>I like this song a lot! I never actually listened to the words this song beholds..but they are awesome. I totally believe in them..it made me realize that it's the nature of human beings to act this way. Like it awy bgad.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;benlef fy dawayer&lt;br /&gt;wel donya telef been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAYMAN NENTEHY LEMATRA7 MABTADEANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toyoor elfajr tayha fy 3atmet elmadeena&lt;br /&gt;betdooooor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabenektebsh el rasayel mabenentezersh rad&lt;br /&gt;la7ad fy yom seme3na wala benesma3 7ad&lt;br /&gt;toyoor el3omr tayha fy 3atmet el madeena&lt;br /&gt;betdoooor&lt;br /&gt;sakneen fy 3alem ye3sha2 el 5atar &lt;br /&gt;feeh el toyoor tehrab men el shagar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;w tehrab el nogoom men EL 2AMAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w tehreb el wogooh men el sowar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benlef fy dawayer nedawar 3al aman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;w nela2eena rege3na tany lenafs el makan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakneen fy 3alam ye3sha2 el 5atar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEH EL TOYOOR TEHRAB MEN EL SHAGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w tehrab el nogoom men el 2amar&lt;br /&gt;w tehrab el wogooh men el sowar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benlef fy dawayer nedawar 3al aman&lt;br /&gt;wenla2eena rege3na tany lenafs el makan!&lt;br /&gt;nedooor nedoooor nedooooor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benlef fy dawayer &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;weldonya telef beena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dayman nentehy lematra7 mabtadeana&lt;br /&gt;toyoor elfajr &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAYHA&lt;/span&gt; fy 3atmet el madeena&lt;br /&gt;bendooor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ne7lam w ne7lam&lt;/span&gt; bel7ayah el mofre7a&lt;br /&gt;w atary a7lamna bela agne7a&lt;br /&gt;bela agne7a&lt;br /&gt;nedooor nedooor nedooor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begna7 7azeen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;maksoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SA3AT&lt;/span&gt; neshoof fel 3atma&lt;br /&gt;sa3at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;netooh&lt;/span&gt; fy gnoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa3at 3yona &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bel 2asa tefra7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa3at fy sa3et elfara7 nedawa5o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALA 7ADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALA MADY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teroos betlef 3al fady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WALA FEENA SHABAB ZA3LAN&lt;br /&gt;WALA FEENA SHABAB RADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mafeesh 3'er enenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bendooor nedooor nedoooor nedooor&lt;br /&gt;bendooor nedooor nedoooor nedooor&lt;br /&gt;bendooooooooor nedoor nedooor nedooooor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4535090333188775381?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4535090333188775381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/05/benlef-fy-dawayer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4535090333188775381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4535090333188775381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/05/benlef-fy-dawayer.html' title='benlef fy dawayer'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-9092308443498999284</id><published>2010-04-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T03:48:33.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades Semester 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last Update: 01/07/10 06:21PM and is in bold; changing everyday isA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my grades for all the subjects; assignments, quizzes,projects and finals isA.&lt;br /&gt;'Taken' is the part where it is announced what of the grades will be included in that section. The grades are regularly updated isA.&lt;br /&gt;'--' means that it is not yet announced or I don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;'Percentage' means the distribution of the 100% in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;'Final' represents the grade (ex. A+,B+ ..) that is announced including all the assignments, quizzes and projects grades, NOT the grade of the final exam alone.&lt;br /&gt;+ and - beside each taken represents how much is added already to my grade and how much is already lost.&lt;br /&gt;'Expected' is the part where I put what I am expecting; it is in the lowest I can expect because I don't like expecting higher than my actual. It is put in after I take my final exam isA, and will not be entered unless all the other fields are entered isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Computer Architecture (CA) (CSEN601)&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 8/15&lt;br /&gt;2) 16/20&lt;br /&gt;3) 5.5/20&lt;br /&gt;4) 1/10&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 3 (+5.36) (-4.64)&lt;br /&gt;Project:&lt;br /&gt;Milestone one -&gt; 7/10 (+2.625%) (-1.125%)&lt;br /&gt;Milestone two -&gt; 29/30 (+10.875) (-0.375)&lt;br /&gt;Percentage distribution in Project milestones: 3.75% milestone 1, 11.25% milestone 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Report: 80/100 (+8%) (-2%)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterm:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 50%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 26.6666666% (+6.666666%) (-18.33333%)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; &lt;b&gt;C-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;C-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 25% Midterm,40% Final, 15% Projects, 10% Quizzes, 10% Survey and analytical Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Operating Systems (OS) (CSEN602)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 5/10&lt;br /&gt;2) 9/10&lt;br /&gt;3) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;4) 7/10&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 3 (+13%) (-2%)&lt;br /&gt;Assignments:&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;2) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;3) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;4) 5/10&lt;br /&gt;5) 4/6&lt;br /&gt;6) 5/10&lt;br /&gt;7) 5/10&lt;br /&gt;8) 7/7&lt;br /&gt;9) 8/9&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 7&lt;br /&gt;Projects:&lt;br /&gt;1) 5.25 / 7.5&lt;br /&gt;2) 6.76 / 7.5&lt;br /&gt;Taken: both. (+12.01%) (-2.99%)&lt;br /&gt;Midterm:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 70%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 49%&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; (+12.25%) (-12.75%)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; &lt;b&gt;C-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;C-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 5% Assignments, 15% Projects, 15% Quizzes, 25% Midterm, 40% Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Management&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;Midterm:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 60%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 63%&lt;br /&gt;Taken: (+31.5%) (-18.5%)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; B-&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentages --&gt; 50% Midterm, 50% Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Networks and Media Lab (DMET602)&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/10 (pre1Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;2) 10/10 (pre2Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;3) 10/10 (exp1Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;4) 10/10 (exp2Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;5) 7.5/10 (exp3Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;6) 10/10 (exp4Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;7) 10/10 (exp5Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;8) 0/10 (exp6Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;9) 10/10 (exp7Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;10) 10/10 (exp8Quiz)&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 9 (+33.055556%) (-0.94444%)&lt;br /&gt;Pre-lab Reports:&lt;br /&gt;1) 8/10 (pre1pre)&lt;br /&gt;2) 9.25/10 (pre2pre)&lt;br /&gt;3) 10/10 (exp1pre)&lt;br /&gt;4) 8.5/10 (exp2pre)&lt;br /&gt;5) 8.75/10 (exp3pre)&lt;br /&gt;6) 9.5/10 (exp4pre)&lt;br /&gt;7) 4.5/10 (exp5pre)&lt;br /&gt;8) 10/10 (exp6pre)&lt;br /&gt;9) 7.5/10 (exp7pre)&lt;br /&gt;10) 9.5/10 (exp8pre)&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 9 (+27.68333%) (-5.31667%)&lt;br /&gt;Post-lab Reports:&lt;br /&gt;1) 9.75/10 (pre1post)&lt;br /&gt;2) 7/10 (pre2post)&lt;br /&gt;3) 9/10 (exp1post)&lt;br /&gt;4) 10/10 (exp2post)&lt;br /&gt;5) 7.75/10 (exp3post)&lt;br /&gt;6) 10/10 (exp4post)&lt;br /&gt;7) 10/10 (exp5post)&lt;br /&gt;8) 0/10 (exp6post)&lt;br /&gt;9) 10/10 (exp7post)&lt;br /&gt;10) 9/10 (exp8post)&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 9 (+30.25%) (-2.75%)&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 33% Prelab report, 34% In-lab Quiz, 33% Post-lab report.&lt;br /&gt;Final percentage: 91.0056% -&gt; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Digital System Design (DSD) (CSEN605)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 9/15&lt;br /&gt;2) 13/15&lt;br /&gt;3) 9/10&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+8.833333333333) (-1.1666666666667)&lt;br /&gt;Assignments:&lt;br /&gt;1) 20/20&lt;br /&gt;2) 18/20&lt;br /&gt;3) 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+5%) (-0%)&lt;br /&gt;Midterm:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 70%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 71.66666666%&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; (+17.91666667%) (-8.0833333%)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; B&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;B+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project: 20/21 (+19.05%) (-0.95%)&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 5% Assignments, 10% Quizzes, 25% Midterm, 20% Projects, 40% Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Data Bases II (DB) (CSEN604)&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Assignments:&lt;br /&gt;1) 38.75/47&lt;br /&gt;2) 16/16&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; (+13.7%) (-1.3%)&lt;br /&gt;Projects:&lt;br /&gt;1) 22/22&lt;br /&gt;2) 40/50&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; (+18%) (-2%)&lt;br /&gt;Midterm:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; 70%&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; 72.3684&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; (+18.1%) (-6.9%)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; &lt;b&gt;B-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;B-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 15% Assignments, 20% Projects, 25% Midterm, 40% final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) Software Engineering (SE) (CSEN603)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;First Assignment: 50 / 50&lt;br /&gt;Sprint 1: 186 / 200 (+18.6%) (-1.4%)&lt;br /&gt;Sprint 2: 197 / 200 (+19.7%) (-0.3%)&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: 50 / 50&lt;br /&gt;User Stories and ERD: 100 / 100 (+20%) (-0%)&lt;br /&gt;Bonus -&gt; (+2%)&lt;br /&gt;Final:&lt;br /&gt;Expected --&gt; &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual --&gt; &lt;b&gt;A+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 20% Sprint1, 20% Sprint2 , 20% Backlog, 40% Final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-9092308443498999284?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/9092308443498999284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/04/grades-semester-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/9092308443498999284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/9092308443498999284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/04/grades-semester-6.html' title='Grades Semester 6'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-1627566536155155622</id><published>2010-04-26T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:15:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM OK</title><content type='html'>I AM OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like that I needed to say that out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I've last said/heard that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-1627566536155155622?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/1627566536155155622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1627566536155155622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1627566536155155622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-ok.html' title='I AM OK'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-3409035448022451593</id><published>2010-03-05T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:24:46.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Mahmoud Sakr helped me in in the 5th Semester.</title><content type='html'>1) Helped me in a question before entering the Math final exam with 30 minutes or so, and a very similar question came up in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;2) Helped me think of how to write the code of the Digital project and was the reason (ba3d eradet rabena taba3an) that I got the full mark in it.&lt;br /&gt;3) Helped me in the Database project MASSIVELY; least of which was just being there beside me when he could've left after his evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;4) Helped me in the Networks project and told me how the concept can be perceived.&lt;br /&gt;5) Finally, was there whenever I needed him, even with a simple call or knock, in between in any concept in all subjects except German taba3an :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taba3an he isn't expecting this, and he isn't waiting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I don't really show my thankfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am thankful for him being there..e7l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-3409035448022451593?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/3409035448022451593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-mahmoud-sakr-helped-me-in-in-5th.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3409035448022451593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3409035448022451593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-mahmoud-sakr-helped-me-in-in-5th.html' title='Things Mahmoud Sakr helped me in in the 5th Semester.'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-8816955023189893200</id><published>2010-01-18T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:20:18.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 19th Birthday</title><content type='html'>I did nothing special this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do something yesterday; before my actual birthDAY..but the day itself..nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept most of it aslan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today at about 11-12...went on facebook till 3-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my day..went to the cinema with my younger brother from 7-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out and had some annoying arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my 18th better. But I think this one will be good isA...but after a while when my friends in Mansoura finish exams isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if we meet some time in between isA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-8816955023189893200?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/8816955023189893200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-19th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8816955023189893200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8816955023189893200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-19th-birthday.html' title='My 19th Birthday'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-111585390015580493</id><published>2010-01-17T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:00:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happened while I was 18</title><content type='html'>- I cooked chicken for the first time, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;- My sister got married.&lt;br /&gt;- I discovered something I was denying.&lt;br /&gt;- I failed German, and then got a B-.&lt;br /&gt;- I started to pray elfajr e7l regularly.&lt;br /&gt;- I started to help my mother out every now and then at home.&lt;br /&gt;- My sister etnaqabet.&lt;br /&gt;- My brother had an accident, that changed him..for the better I think.&lt;br /&gt;- My younger brother grew a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;- My younger brother got taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;- My oldest sister had a new baby ((sale7)).&lt;br /&gt;- Hema, my nephew, started talking fala7y :D&lt;br /&gt;- My older sister moved to domyat.&lt;br /&gt;- I stopped wearing pants.&lt;br /&gt;- I started to take a medicine for 7booby that isA removes them for ever.&lt;br /&gt;- I stopped putting real make-up ya3ny; ko7l and cacao butter only e7l.&lt;br /&gt;- My sister got sick with Systemic Lupus Erythematosus.&lt;br /&gt;- I noticed how much I can miss my sister after she got married.&lt;br /&gt;- I noticed how stubborn i could be at times, and tried to change this.&lt;br /&gt;- I became more patient.&lt;br /&gt;- I started to build some more self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;- I drove duda (RIP) before what happened.&lt;br /&gt;- I started memorizing some qur2an e7l.&lt;br /&gt;- I started learning tajweed e7l.&lt;br /&gt;- My laptop was formatted twice.&lt;br /&gt;- My hair started to fall from my medicine.&lt;br /&gt;- I once thought I could've hurt myself or die:&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remove the lamp, then apparently I was doing it wrong so the part attached inside stuck and the outside part was off, then I put my hand INSIDE to remove it...and off I went off the chair onto the bed...thrown by the electric power! not noticing that the power was ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;- My cousin - Shereen - wore her hijab :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Whenever I remember anything else that made a difference I'll update the list isA.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-111585390015580493?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/111585390015580493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-happened-while-i-was-18.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/111585390015580493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/111585390015580493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-happened-while-i-was-18.html' title='Things happened while I was 18'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4122551660398116135</id><published>2010-01-16T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:38:11.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>What are swine flu symptoms?&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms of H1N1 swine flu are like regular flu symptoms and include fever, cough, sore throat, runny nose, body aches, headache, chills, and fatigue. Many people with swine flu have had diarrhea and vomiting. Nearly everyone with flu has at least two of these symptoms. But these symptoms can also be caused by many other conditions. That means that you and your doctor can't know, just based on your symptoms, if you've got swine flu. Health care professionals may offer a rapid flu test, although a negative result doesn't mean you don't have the flu. The accuracy of the test depends on the quality of the manufacturer’s test, the sample collection method, and how much viral sample a person is shedding at the time of testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.webmd.com/cold-and-flu/flu-guide/swine-flu-faq-1?page=2#symptoms&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;Fever, cough, sore throat, runny nose, body aches, headache, chills, fatigue and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think that I have swine flu..I am feeling better today, plus my mother had the same influenza before I did. So it seems like it is nothing serious e7l. It's just that I'm too weak to stand this kind of influenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e7l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4122551660398116135?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4122551660398116135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/swine-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4122551660398116135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4122551660398116135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-2131679944556078550</id><published>2010-01-10T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:58:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math 501 Final</title><content type='html'>Today was my Math final. It was great e7l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, was the first time I wear galabeyya Jeans in College :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a normal one, I don't wear this one that often. This one has some stripes along them...that are colorful. It's more like a dress somehow. I like gedan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if I lose any marks, it will be because I am an idiot :D ((mo3'afala ya3ny 3ala ra2y m7moud :D))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it A LOT! I answered questions right, and the only thing that I think I might lose marks because of ... might be 4 marks or something; out of 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isA I will not lose all those marks, cuz I need that A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went to the Teaching Assistant for the revision on Theory. He then gave us the last 3 Quizzes ((the ones the zeros were easy to give :D )). The amount of zeros I saw today in the papers is unbelievable! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it is not us being stupid, and it is the content of the course...but really, that is too much. Why do they give us such things y3ny?? I will NEVER use these things, because I don't like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is supposed to make us smarter and think of different things, but I am not that smart :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will now go have lunch..and then head to bed :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wake up sometime around 2 am or something, isA. And will start my journey with this awful subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAARAB!! yarab afham..w yarab a7el..w yarab ageeb a good score YAARAB fel theory!! YAARAB!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-2131679944556078550?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/2131679944556078550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/math-501-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2131679944556078550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2131679944556078550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/math-501-final.html' title='Math 501 Final'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-8967968048070316566</id><published>2010-01-10T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T06:41:12.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory Quiz 7</title><content type='html'>This is my Quiz paper in Quiz 7 in Theory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I really like what he said after marking my paper :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing at it like for 5 minutes :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't expecting he would comment on it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was because I said that I know that my solution'S' were wrong :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/S0nm-a9K54I/AAAAAAAAABc/fOw3xpCjI-w/s1600-h/10012010285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/S0nm-a9K54I/AAAAAAAAABc/fOw3xpCjI-w/s320/10012010285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425121186206640002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-8967968048070316566?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/8967968048070316566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/theory-quiz-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8967968048070316566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8967968048070316566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/theory-quiz-7.html' title='Theory Quiz 7'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/S0nm-a9K54I/AAAAAAAAABc/fOw3xpCjI-w/s72-c/10012010285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4307925568711096094</id><published>2010-01-05T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:37:15.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Media and Theory of Computation</title><content type='html'>I don't like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Digital, I already lost more than 12% from the assignments and quizzes; taking into account that the grades of the project is not out yet :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Theory, I already lost more than 13% from the quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do that well in the Digital final. I am terrified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that it is an F isA, but it definitely is not an A! Which makes it between a B and a C and a D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Theory, if I got the full mark in the final I would be an A-! Which is impossible taba3an!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a lot of marks because I did not give those things a real priority. ya3ny for instance, I lost 5% for an assignment in Digital Media because I did not rephrase the sentences from the articles I used! ya3ny if I only gave that assignment an extra half an hour, it would've added 5% to my grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabena yostor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4307925568711096094?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4307925568711096094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/digital-media-and-theory-of-computation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4307925568711096094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4307925568711096094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2010/01/digital-media-and-theory-of-computation.html' title='Digital Media and Theory of Computation'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6537635895346709616</id><published>2009-12-30T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:17:43.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say I shouldn't wish everyone a Happy New Year! ^o)</title><content type='html'>I just received an email stating that we muslims should not wish everybody a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really think the way that email thinks we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a new year comes, I wish everyone that in this new year..we shall make ourselves different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different in a better way ya3ny. Usually at the beginning of a new year, most of the people - including myself -  have things they say to themselves will stop...or things they should start doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't happen in the hijry years because aslan I don't know what months we are in in hijry :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its probably because all our surroundings care only for the melady part...because I always say I will finish exams on 17th of January isA...but I never said I will finish on msh 3arfa eh bel hijry :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that we should not wish everybody happy new years, disregarding muslims or christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my opinion, but in case others want to know what the email was about..this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;حتقضي راس السنة فين ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ده كان اول سؤال قاله محمود لصاحبه خالد اول متصل بيه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  محمود : حتقضي رأس السنة فين ؟؟ بسرعه علشان نظبط &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- رقص السنة ؟؟ وحيبقى فين الرقص ده ؟؟ وحترقص فين السنة ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;محمود :- يااااه يا خالد على طول محسسنى انك مش فاهم كده&lt;br /&gt; خالد :- لا فاهم يا حوده بس اصلى مش عارف انت فاجأتنى &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; محمود :- طيب ايه جاى ولا الدور الجاى ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;خالد :- طيب مين رايح فين ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  محمود :- بص يا سيدي .. حسام رايح حفلة عمرو ، بيقولوا حتبقى جامده جدا وعاملينها فى التجمع معاك بقه لحد الفجر .. &lt;br /&gt;و سمير رايح حفلة تامر .. انت عارف سمير بيموت في تامر وسارة صاحبته رايحه معاه ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ووليد مقضيها بقه في كازينوانت عارف دماغه&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;وانت وميزو خارجين بقى مع جوزيف و جون حنحتفل معاهم بالليلة .. وانت عارف طبعا كريستين وماريان وجانيت و مروة و نانسي .. وحتبقى خروجه وهميه&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;هاه رايح مع مين ولا حتروح فين .. مفيش وقت فاضل يوم .. الحق نفسك لحسن البلد كلها حتبقى زحمه وكله بيحتفل .. لحسن متلاقيش مكان تحتفل فيه ..&lt;br /&gt; خالد :- يا نهار ابيض !! كل ده .. انا بقه رايح حته جامده اوى في الليلة ديه&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- اييييييه يا خالووود علمنا يا معلم .. هو ده الكلام .. خارج مع مين ؟؟&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- أنا إن شاء الله في ليلة رأس السنة مهاجر إلى الرسول عليه الصلاة والسلام&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; محمود :- نعم !!! حتعمل ايه يا خويا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خالد :- حهاجر للرسول عليه الصلاة والسلام ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ياعم أنت بتكلم أبو لهب ؟؟ انت لسه عايش في زمن قبل الهجرة ؟!! انت فاكرنا في قريش .. ياعم وانا قلتلك خارج مع الأوس والخزرج&lt;br /&gt;خالد :- يا محمود مبهرجش بجد .. &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ايوا يعنى حتعمل ايه يعنى ؟!؟ حتسيب الكفار وتهاجر ؟؟&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- بالظبـــــــــــــــــــــــــط&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; محمود :- ايه يبنى اللى بالظبط .. انا مش فاهم حاجه .. انت لسعت ولا ايه ؟؟&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خالد : طيب ياعم قلي الأول .. انا عايزك تقول الحق يا محمود&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;انهى الأحسن أخرج اتنطط مع عمرو ولا احلم مع تامر ولا اخرج مع مونيكا ولا اهاجر للرسول عليه الصلاة والسلام&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- طبعا تهاجر للرسول عليه الصلاة والسلام .. ديه عايزه كلام يعنى .. بس ازاى اصلا انت فقدت الزمن يبنى ؟!!؟ احنا في 1431 بعد الهجره&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;اتأخرت بتاع 1431 تقريبا .. لسه فاكر دلوقتى ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- اقعد اتريق كده وانت مش فاهم حاجه .. بس انت متفق معايا ان الهجرة للرسول افضل طبعا &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- طبعا .. طبعا طبعا .. طبعا خالص&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- اقولك انا ازاى بقه وفي الليلة ديه بالذات&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود : هاه قول&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- الرسول عليه الصلاة والسلام قال :- عبادة في الهرج كهجرة إلى&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- عليه الصلاة والسلام .. بس ايه الهرج ده .. هو الهرج يعنى رأس السنة ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- لا الهرج معناه : وقت انشغال الناس باللهو&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ممممم فهمت .. يعنى قصدك ان الواحد لو عمل عبادة في وقت الناس كلها عماله مشغوله فيه عن ربنا وبتعصى ربنا ده كأنه هاجر إلى الرسول .. صح كده ؟ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;خالد :- بالظبط يا حوده .. هو كده يعنى الناس كلها في الشارع عماله اللى يغني واللى يعاكس واللى خارج مع صاحبته واللى فى حفله واللى في كازينو واللى هنا واللى هنا .. وانت تسيب ده&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كله وذكر الله في الوقت ده .. تصلى شوية .. تقعد تدعي .. تسمع قرآن .. تقرأ قرآن .. تسمع درس .. تشوف قناة دينية : الحكمة أو الناس أو الرحمة .. تسبح أو تذكر ربنا .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;كده يعنى .. ده ثوابه كأنك هاجرت للرسول .. لأن معظم الناس في انشغال عن الله .. فانت بطاعتك في اليوم ده تبقى حاجه متفرده&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ممم اتصدق مجاش فى دماغي الكلام ده قبل كده !! بس يعنى مثلا اسيب الخروج خالص واقعد بقه اعمل حاجه من دول .. اخد ثواب كأنى هاجرت للرسول ؟!!!؟&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;يااااااه كبير اوى الثواب ده .. بس انت متأكد ان الحديث ده صحيح .. وقوله تانى كده&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- اه صحيح الحديث في صحيح مسلم يعنى صحيح&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;والحديث بيقول : عبادة في الهرج كهجرة إلى&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;فأنا بقه يا محمود حعمل كده ان شاء الله .. بليل بقه بدل مخرج مع الناس .. حقعد اقرأ قرآن أو اشوف درس احضره .. أو اصلي بليل قيام ليل او اقعد ادعي واذكر ربنا .. اتفرج على برنامج الشيخ محمود المصري على قناة الناس مهو بييجي كل يوم اثنين .. كده يعنى&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;ما أنت عارف يا محمود الليلة ديه بيصعد إلى الله فيها كمية ذنووووب لا حصر لها &lt;br /&gt;خلينا احنا في الليلة ديه يصعد منا حسنات إلى الله ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود : اتصدق عندك حق يا خالد .. انا ان شاء الله بكره حعمل زيك خلينا بقه نعمل حاجه عدله .. بس حبقى اتصل بجوزيف وماركو بقه والشلة اقولهم كل سنة وانتوا طيبين .. ده عيد برضه .. وبالمناسبة كل سنة وانت طيب يا خالود &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- ممم .. اهوه انا بقه مش حعمل كده .. ومش حقول لحد كل سنة وانت طيب&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ايه ياعم بقه .. قلت هتهاجر وقلت حاجي معاك وماشي .. لكن مقولش لاخواننا المسيحين وللمسلمين كل سنة وانتوا طيبين ليه ياعم .. عيب ولا حرام ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;خالد : بص يا سيدي .. اولا مينفعش نقول على النصارى انهم اخواننا &lt;br /&gt;ليه بقه : علشان المؤمنون هما اللى اخواننا &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;والآية بتقول : إِنَّمَا الْمُؤْمِنُونَ إِخْوَةٌ&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;وإنما ديه للحصر .. يعنى المؤمنون بس إخوه&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;وطبعا النصارى مش مؤمنين .. دول كفروا بالله وبسيدنا محمد عليه الصلاة والسلام &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;وبعدين طول مهما مش مسلمين يبقوا مش اخواننا&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;مش ربنا قال عن المشركين: " فَإِنْ تَابُوا وَأَقَامُوا الصَّلَاةَ وَآتَوْا الزَّكَاةَ فَإِخْوَانُكُمْ فِي الدِّينِ "&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;يعنى لو النصارى اللى هما المسيحيين زي مبتقال عليهم عندنا تابوا وآمنوا واقاموا الصلاة واتوا الزكاة يبقوا اخواننا .. لكن غير كده لا&lt;br /&gt;وبعدين نقولهم كل سنة وانتوا طيبين على ايه .. انت عارف ده بالنسبة ليهم ايه ؟؟&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- اه سنة جديدة عيد ميلاد المسيح&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- طيب خلينا نقول الأول .. مش الرسول محمد عليه الصلاة والسلام جاء بعد سيدنا المسيح عيسى عليه السلام ؟؟ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- اه طبعا&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- طيب هل النبي عليه الصلاة والسلام احتفل بعيد ميلاد سيدنا عيسى ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;محمود :- لا محصلش&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- طيب هل النبي عليه الصلاة والسلام احتفل بعيد ميلاده هو حتى ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- لا محصلش !! ممم&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- طيب لما الرسول معملش كده واحنا المفروض نتبع الرسول ليه نحتفل بيه ؟.؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ممم يمكن حاجه كده علشان سنة جديده&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- لا علشان اصلا اللى بيحتفل بيه النصارى فاحنا علشان بقينا معاهم وخلاص من غير منعرف بنتحفل ليه .. احتفلنا معاهم بعيدهم .. طيب اسألك سؤال ؟؟ &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- اسال .. &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- انت بتحتفل بالسنة الصينية ؟؟ او بالسنة القبطية ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- لا طبعا .. ايه ده صحيح اشمعنى يعنى السنة الميلادية اللى بنحتفل بيها ودول لا !!! غريبة&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- لا مش غريبة .. اصل الفكرة ان علشان النصارى في كل حته بيحتفلوا بيه علشان عيدهم .. احنا كمان احتفلنا معاهم .. لكن علشان الصينيين بعيد عننا ومفيش حد بيحتفل بالسنة القبطية خلاص&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- يعنى قصدك هو عيدهم بس احنا اتأثرنا بيهم فاحتفلنا معاهم&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- بالظبط .. المفروض بالنسبة للمسلم ده يوم عادي جدا .. يمكن كمان ده فرصة زي مقلتلك انك تطيع ربنا فى يوم الناس كلها بتعصي فيه .. وبعدين انت عمرك شفت مسيحي جايب خروف وبيدبحه يوم العيد ويحتفل معاك ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- لا مشفتش&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- يعنى يبقى هو احسن منك ميحتفلش معاك وانت تحتفل معاه .. هو يحاول ميظهرش عيدك وانت تنشر عيده ؟!!؟ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ممم ..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- وبعدين انت عارف احنا عندنا عيدين " الفطر والأضحى " زي ما الرسول علمنا ويوم الجمعه كمان صلي عليه يا مح.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- عليه الصلاة والسلام&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- وبعدين انت فاهم عيد الميلاد ده بيمثل ليهم ايه وبيحتفلوا بيه ليه ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود :- ليه ؟؟&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- علشان ده بيمثل ليهم عيد ميلاد الله .. اليوم اللى اتولد فيه الإله&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود : اييه ؟!! الإله اتولد فيه ؟!!؟ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- اه بيحتفول بيوم ميلاد الله وانه بقه في الأرض&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود:- استغفر الله العظيم .. الله يتولد !!! ايه الكلام ده&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- شفت بقه ده احتفال بايه .. ولسه يوم 7 يناير اللى حيبقى اجازه .. ده بالنسبة لهم عيد .. وده عندهم عيد ميلاد الإله ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;محمود : يا نهار ابيض !!! ايه ياعم الكلام ده .. انا مستحيل اشارك في الكلام ده .. أنا أشارك في حاجه تعتبر تكذيب لربنا اللى قال :" لم يلد ولم يولد " .. وتقول ان ربنا اتولد !!! وكمان اهنيهم عليه واقولهم كل سنة وانتوا طيبين؟؟!!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;خالد :- شفت بقه انا ليه مش حقول لحد كل سنة وانت طيب .. علشان مينفعش نشارك غير المسلم عيده .. لان ده غلط على عقيدتنا .. ومش صح اننا نهنيهم على ده&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;محمود : ماشي ياعم خلاص انا معاك ونفض بقه لماركو وجوزيف&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;خلينا فى النظيف&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Forwarded this email because maybe others don't think the way I think and really think that this day is a 3eed they should always celebrate it and so forth...and so I thought they should not think of it that big ya3ny. But what am thinking of that day is just a hope that this upcoming year..we will have goals to accomplish. And at the end of the year, check if those goals are really accomplished or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate it for 'me' .. not for anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6537635895346709616?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6537635895346709616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/they-say-i-should-wish-everyone-happy.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6537635895346709616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6537635895346709616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/they-say-i-should-wish-everyone-happy.html' title='They say I shouldn&apos;t wish everyone a Happy New Year! ^o)'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-537761060104038212</id><published>2009-12-29T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:18:46.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>The new year is coming up isA.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best in the upcoming year isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of my statuses in year 2009...When I read them again, I laughed at some..and liked some, and remembered some really good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/SzsasgjmwtI/AAAAAAAAABU/L8Anq0798CY/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/SzsasgjmwtI/AAAAAAAAABU/L8Anq0798CY/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420955928426365650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-537761060104038212?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/537761060104038212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/537761060104038212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/537761060104038212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/SzsasgjmwtI/AAAAAAAAABU/L8Anq0798CY/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-3218259408729971391</id><published>2009-12-23T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:37:14.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>I got bored of my old layout, and so I thought of having a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new one is kind of different in its representation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old one represented a very girly like theme.&lt;br /&gt;This new one is kind of ... 'classic' perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-3218259408729971391?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/3218259408729971391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3218259408729971391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/3218259408729971391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-1234285962032045711</id><published>2009-12-23T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:17:29.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>I learned to have more patience from the amount of waiting I had to do. But I still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that, I don't mean waiting for my mother to finish cooking, or waiting for my turn at a doctors' clinic..etc.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I don't like waiting for something that has an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for someone to come from a travel.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for an exam to pass by (not during the exam, but at the time I am studying for it).&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for a decision.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for a call from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for a grade to come out.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for checkups results.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting to see someone online.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for a friend to talk about something I know is bothering her.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't like waiting for the time where I would go Mansoura knowing that this will not have an impact on the amount of study I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up:&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I don't like waiting for something I don't know when it will be done.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I don't like waiting for something that will be done isA, but not soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;I don't like waiting for something that I know MIGHT NEVER be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to have more patience. I wait and wait and wait..and try to take the right decisions disregarding what I don't like (which is waiting :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that when my Daily Inspirational Quote on Facebook was "Practice Patience."&lt;br /&gt;I thought..I already do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-1234285962032045711?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/1234285962032045711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1234285962032045711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1234285962032045711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-518448416463559016</id><published>2009-12-21T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:44:38.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades Semester 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last Update: 20/02/10 12:44PM and is in bold; changing everyday isA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my grades for all the subjects; assignments, quizzes,projects and finals isA.&lt;br /&gt;'Taken' is the part where it is announced what of the grades will be included in that section. The grades are regularly updated isA.&lt;br /&gt;'--' means that it is not yet announced or I don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;'Percentage' means the distribution of the 100% in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;'Final' represents the grade (ex. A+,B+ ..) that is announced including all the assignments, quizzes and projects grades, NOT the grade of the final exam alone.&lt;br /&gt;+ and - beside each taken represents how much is added already to my grade and how much is already lost.&lt;br /&gt;'Expected' is the part where I put what I am expecting; it is in the lowest I can expect because I don't like expecting higher than my actual. It is put in after I take my final exam isA, and will not be entered unless all the other fields are entered isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) German&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;Expected: C+&lt;br /&gt;Final: B-&lt;br /&gt;Percentage --&gt; 100% Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Math&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;Assignments:&lt;br /&gt;1) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;2) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;3) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;4) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;5) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;6) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;7) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;8) 1/1&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; -- (+10%) (-0%)&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 11/15&lt;br /&gt;2) 8/8&lt;br /&gt;3) 8/8&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+20%) (-0%)&lt;br /&gt;Expected: A&lt;br /&gt;Final: A&lt;br /&gt;Percentages --&gt; 10% classwork, 20% Quizzes, 70% Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) DMET (Digital Media Engineering and Technology)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Assignments: &lt;br /&gt;1) 0/22&lt;br /&gt;2) 20/20&lt;br /&gt;3) 0/10&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+7.5%) (-7.5%)&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 19/27&lt;br /&gt;2) 8/18&lt;br /&gt;3) 7/12&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+9.65%) (-5.35%)&lt;br /&gt;Project: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;Expected: C-&lt;br /&gt;Final: D+&lt;br /&gt;Percentages --&gt; 15% Assignments, 15% Quizzes, 5% Project, 65% Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) CSEN501 (Data Base 1)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;Assignments:&lt;br /&gt;1) 14/15&lt;br /&gt;2) 23/23&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+4.8%) (-1.2%)&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;2) 21.5/26&lt;br /&gt;3) 7/10&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+7.88%) (-2.12%)&lt;br /&gt;Project: 29/30 (+29%) (-1%)&lt;br /&gt;Expected: B&lt;br /&gt;Final: B+&lt;br /&gt;Percentages --&gt; 5% Assignments, 30% Project, 10% Quizzes, 55% Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) CSEN502 (Theory of Computation)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 10/15&lt;br /&gt;2) 13/15&lt;br /&gt;3) 6.5/15&lt;br /&gt;4) 13/15&lt;br /&gt;5) 15/15&lt;br /&gt;6) 1/6&lt;br /&gt;7) 0.5/6&lt;br /&gt;8) 1/6&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 6 (+26.67%) (-13.33%)&lt;br /&gt;Expected: C-&lt;br /&gt;Final: D+&lt;br /&gt;Percentages --&gt; 40% Quizzes, 60% Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) CSEN503 (Introduction to Communication Networks)&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes:&lt;br /&gt;1) 13.5/19&lt;br /&gt;2) 10/14&lt;br /&gt;3) 15/16&lt;br /&gt;Taken --&gt; Best 2 (+12.39%) (-2.61%)&lt;br /&gt;Project: 20/21 (+19%) (-1%)&lt;br /&gt;Expected: B&lt;br /&gt;Final: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentages --&gt; 15% Quizzes, 20% Project, 65% Final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-518448416463559016?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/518448416463559016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/grades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/518448416463559016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/518448416463559016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/grades.html' title='Grades Semester 5'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-9088808021990121045</id><published>2009-12-19T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:55:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkups Result</title><content type='html'>I got my results for my liver functions!! :S:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are working just fine and they are in the right ranges e7l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be continuing with my medicine e7l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-9088808021990121045?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/9088808021990121045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-we-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/9088808021990121045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/9088808021990121045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-we-say.html' title='Checkups Result'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6656679793946157985</id><published>2009-12-16T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:49:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkups</title><content type='html'>Today I did a blood test to make sure that the medicine I am taking is not having any side effects on my cholesterol level and triglyceride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was there, my mother told the nurse to check my liver functions as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I asked my mother why she asked the nurse to test this too...then she said that when my aunt went to the doctor to ask him about Roaccutane (my medicine) for my nephew, he told her that it is good but it has side effects on the liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this made my mother get worried, and told me that if anything went bad in the test, I will stop the medicine immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isA nothing will be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I ate something on the right side of my mouth..I felt like I was feeling the food penetrating into my molar.&lt;br /&gt;I once long time ago 7asheat this molar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it has a very tiny hole in it..the doctor told me that it is extremely small from the outside...but from the inside it is big, so the food enters through the hole and spreads inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, she said that she likes my teeth :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it's very rare to see people taking care of their teeth nowadays. She said that seeing people like me makes her feel reposed that people might change :$:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that my teeth are "betelma3" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my left side of my mouth I have a sliver "tarboosh" that is there from about 13 years. Usually, it is to live about 5 years or so - according to another dentist we know.&lt;br /&gt;Then when she had a look at it, she was extremely surprised to know that it has been there for almost 13 years now - when I was six years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really admired my teeth ... made me feel happy actually :D&lt;br /&gt;e7l :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6656679793946157985?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6656679793946157985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/checkups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6656679793946157985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6656679793946157985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/checkups.html' title='Checkups'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-2788451935993689004</id><published>2009-12-13T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:11:54.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>I am starting to feel responsible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my sisters' wedding, I always knew that if my mother is not there...my sister will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, there is no one but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my younger brother was watching TV and he has exams coming up. I was sitting with him watching..then my older brother came out and told him that if he needed any help, ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that I didn't see him studying for the past couple of days the way he used to at the exam days. I asked him what he was supposed to study, and wanted to help him - unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him you should at least finish this and that by the end of yesterday...and then he told me something that came out as a shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me don't try to do like Shereen because you are not like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I knew that it is in our nature; to help anyone whenever you feel that if you don't...no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that this is not it.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that he is playing because my mother is not there, and if she were here she wouldn't have let him play this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argued - as usual - but it doesn't matter, what matters is that he did study at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to promise me not to open the TV because I wanted to sleep, and whenever he needs any help in anything asks my older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is a good thing or not...because the most responsibility I was ever handed was taking care of a child..which is okay because I had fun doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I felt responsible for something that will not do me any good (or that will not do me anything' to be accurate!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-2788451935993689004?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/2788451935993689004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2788451935993689004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2788451935993689004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/12/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-5839507286888362265</id><published>2009-11-29T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:38:30.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousins' Engagement</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my cousins' engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay for a while, the gathering was fun. But my sisters wanted to leave and so I couldn't stay and sit alone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I had to leave early...but it's okay since I wasn't comfortable with my shoes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my blouse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5er ya3ny :D but it was a nice day..I like it when one of my close relatives is getting into a relationship; i.e. cousins, sisters, brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to mention my friends :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-5839507286888362265?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/5839507286888362265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cousins-engagement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5839507286888362265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5839507286888362265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-cousins-engagement.html' title='My cousins&apos; Engagement'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-7273082534407012523</id><published>2009-11-20T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:55:18.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disabling the Usage of the Internet</title><content type='html'>This semester, I don't have midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the shortness of the term, I only have finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals could be some time at the beginning of January or at the end; not yet specified by the Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem to a lot of students, because quizzes are not enough to study anything good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think of how to limit the usage of the internet in a lot of ways..and to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have mo7adrat I attend everyday 4am except for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;I have notifiers to anything received on my e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I decided something...that will do me good isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this moment, I will not open any browser except for 6:&lt;br /&gt;1) gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;2) qa3et elmo7adra&lt;br /&gt;3) gucers.com&lt;br /&gt;4) met.guc.edu.eg&lt;br /&gt;5) student.guc.edu.eg&lt;br /&gt;6) mail.guc.edu.eg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever start opening anything else...I won't continue! Unless it's a link to something IMP in my e-mail messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just saying this out loud..so that I have something I said to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even won't open this blog isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't watch anything on the TV..even when am eating, cuz I know that I just take this as an excuse a lot of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do this le7ad el3eed, and I will finish at least 4 subjects out of the 6..and if I don't, I will not go out unless I finish those 4 subjects, then I will take some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the last 3 days of the 10 days, I will finish the other 2 subjects isA, and continue with what I've set my mind to do isA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now...I reeeaaaaallly want to know how good I'll be in sticking to my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed3ooly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-7273082534407012523?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/7273082534407012523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/11/disabling-usage-of-internet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7273082534407012523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7273082534407012523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/11/disabling-usage-of-internet.html' title='Disabling the Usage of the Internet'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4859739094545532281</id><published>2009-11-18T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:31:57.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>I was having a look at the posts I previously posted, and realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month which I posted the most...was June! The final exams' month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculously funny :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I deactivated my facebook account because I want to actually get something done. I didn't 'really' study anything this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happens, but whenever I start studying, something keeps pushing me away. Today I decided to wake up in the morning to accomplish something, and I didn't even finish the first lecture in a subject!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour...going through it, eating..drinking, whatever I could've thought of, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the case every time I decide to study..do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like now ! I decided to study something now..but instead I am typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabena yostor 3ala grades this semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4859739094545532281?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4859739094545532281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/11/studying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4859739094545532281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4859739094545532281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/11/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-5579191834696755073</id><published>2009-10-18T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:00:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of the Beach</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, was a day where I experienced one of the greatest experiences in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to ras elbar with my friends ALONE without any of my family members, without any guardian what so ever! I was my own guardian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say exactly what I did that day, every single bit, so that I can always remember this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I finish college at about 5pm. When we finished we went home and had lunch. Then my mother said she will sleep for a while and then we will leave Cairo and head to Mansoura isA. Then my mother thought it would be better if we left early in the morning, it when the sun is up. And so we did. At 4am, I woke up. We - me, my mother, my older sister and my younger brother - left Cairo at about 5am. We arrived mansoura at about 7:30am. I went home, freshened up for the trip, and went with my mother to a place me and my friends had planned on meeting at. I went at about 8:15am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, a couple of my friends and one of my friends' brother went to rent a microbus to take us alone without any other passengers. Then when they rented the microbus, they called us and told us to go to them...it was about to leave Mansoura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The microbus left Mansoura at about 9am. We arrived at about 10 or 11am. Then we went to my friends shaleah. We freshened up, and decided to go have our breakfast. We went and ate "fool w ta3meya". We asked for 10 fool and 4 ta3meya, they got us 10 ta3meya and 4 fool, then they replaced them with the right order..the girls ordered some other things too. Anyways, in the middle of our breakfast, another friend came and she insisted on paying the bill of our breakfast; which was 14 L.E. I ate 2 sandwiches meaning she is to take 1.5 L.E. from me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and bought some chips and sweets. We then headed to the shaleah because one of the girls was alone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, we were 12 girls. We decided to play football infront of the shaleah. We played kilo bamya :D and splitted into two teams. One of the girls - the one that was very tired and wasn't able to come with us to the breakfast - was unable to play, and so she said she will be our referee. Then her sister said that she will not play as well. Then they where the referees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off as the goalie. Well...I wasn't wearing my glasses :D. 2 goals where able to pass me, and thenI decided to wear my glasses :D. Another goal passed by me, and then I decided to know my capabilities in the other fields. I switched and played defense for a while; wasn;t that bad in it. Then I played as an attacker, and I was good in that :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great game. One of my friends wanted to catch a goal, then she jumped the jump of the goalies in the TV. She hit the ground and fell. It was very hard on her, truely. And another one was shot in her knee instead of the ball by someone in one of the fusses we had around the ball :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all fell alot. We lost 6-1 :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went up to the shaleah to freshen up, we played cards for a while; DONKEY. And I didn't take any letter :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to rent a boat. We had so much fun, the nile looked very nice, and the peaacee!! It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and rented bikes and motorcycles. I tried riding any of the bikes, but they were all very big, or very small..they were uncomfortable. Then I looked at the motorcycles, I saw them really small. I felt they were safer than the bikes themselves. I tried the motorcycle, and was not bad. Then me and my friend rented two motorcycles and I started going around after her, because I was still frightened, it was the first time I "sit" on a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take anyone with me, I was affraid I fall or something. I can bare myself falling, but I can't bare being responsible for another person. My friend took the girls behind her one after the other. I kept going after her. The streets were empty. I fell once, because I was too slow :D. I was too slow on sand. Anyways, I went back up quickly to be able to reachmy friend, because I didn't know the way back to the renting place :D. Then she had reached the U-turn and had saw that I was behind her with alot. Then she stopped and made sure I was ok; which I was e7l..didn't get a scratch even e7l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to cookdoor. We ordered an order, and the ones who had some cloth to change into in the shaleah went to change and refreshen up from the sand and the sweat, and so I went with them. I was the only one who took a shower. It was one bath and we had to be quick. I took the shower in exactly 7 minutes, which is nothing according to the usual time I spend in the shower. We changed and went back to cookdoor. We ate and then we went to ellesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was awesome! We took alot of pictures there. It was amazing. I enjoyed it alot bgad. I walked with my friend for a while there, it was extremely ... romantic (L) :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then Went to the microbus. At that time my friends' parents and her little brother had came. They came with us in the microbus at about 9pm. We left and arrived Mansoura at about 10:15pm. My mother came to me and my friend at about 10:30pm. I was home at about 11pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my whole body is hurting me since that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel any pain during the whole trip..but once am home, I feel the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-5579191834696755073?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/5579191834696755073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/10/head-of-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5579191834696755073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5579191834696755073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/10/head-of-beach.html' title='Head of the Beach'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-7414854599569905218</id><published>2009-09-12T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:25:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's Accident</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was a day I think I shall never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping in a room along with my sisters, cousin and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on screams coming from a mobile phone made on the loudspeaker; it was my mother. I could hear nothing from what my mother was saying, I even didn't recognize her except when my grandmother and aunts started saying her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then apparently they heard what my mother was saying, and it hit me that something bad happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts started running in the house looking for things to wear to go out, they started screaming, everything turned bad all of a sudden. Then we - the girls - asked what is it, then they said "m7moud 3amal 7adsa"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt, shocked..hoping that its a dream...then I started crying and saying "e7na met5an2een!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid that something bad happens, but what was making me feel more frightened than all the other accidents he did was if something bad happens and we were not talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid to feel that we had the chance to talk to each other, but we both lost it because of being stubborn and stupid, and childish...and allowing whatever kind of she6an get between us; or 7asad...or whatever ya3ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think of el 7asad. Why do people look at other people's belongings and wish its destruction? Why don't they only notice what they want to notice from other peoples' things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their goods and bads, humans should be more grown up ya3ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makol wa7ed yeb2a fe 7alo ya3ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bgad I can't stop loving China! This is one of the things I love about the Chinese too btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e7l ennuh gat 3ala 2ad keda, 5er e7l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-7414854599569905218?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/7414854599569905218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7414854599569905218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/7414854599569905218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/09/d.html' title='My Brother&apos;s Accident'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-8967754310847390642</id><published>2009-08-30T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:14:32.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love china</title><content type='html'>My mother and brother went to China from about 10 days ago, and they came back to Kuwait yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked! Really I did the reception and a bathroom, really good; including the WALLS ya3ny!! I missed them both, trueellyyyyyy :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! I simply...LOVE MY DRESS!! Well my mother got me the style I told her to look for, almost exact! But there is a problem :D I'm too fat :D. Or they're just toooo thin. isA when we go Egypt we'll try to fix this problem, but I'm not sure that it will be done professionally, and so, I have a substitute! My mom got me and my both sisters dresses. But the dress she bought for my oldest sister fits me exactly; it is the largest size they have there for such dresses. Anyways, the dress is now put in my traveling bag :D. ya3ny I am out with two very very nice dresses that I simply love! My mother took my brother with her everywhere, meaning that I think am thanking both my mother and brother for there choice, cuz I really don't know what to say; speechless. I keep opening my dress and look at it, and adding things to it and fixing things that need to be fixed from the travel. Really, me in love (L) :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to mention all the other things my mother and brother got me..and the amount of T-shirts..OMG really I love them. They're all the style I asked them to look for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My traveling bag is now full with my things, I thank god that I only took one ta2m from Egypt to Kuwait with me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited to visit China. From what they said about it, I wonder how people can be like that. It's weird how people do nothing but work! They are extremely athletic, they are extremely helpful, they have a really good way of living! I feel bad that they have this much in them, yet they have no religion what so ever! They live and die without believing in anything! I wonder, don't they ever wonder how they .. live and die :S. People like those will be really good in islam, because they do everything be etqan! So they will 'yotqeno' el islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things my mother and brother told us was about the lady working in the place where they bought my sisters' wedding dress. The lady went up the ladder, got the dress, then went back down, all athletically, then she opened the dress and got it out and showed it to them, then she folded it up again, bezemma! ya3ny if one side is not folded correctly she re-opens it to refold it again - doing this all half sitting on the ground - then she stood up, and then she took a deep breath, then she apologizes for taking that deep breath pointing at her belly and saying baby!! ya3ny she only got tired from going up the ladder with the enthusiasm they saw in her because she is pregnant! I think a pregnant woman in a shop in Egypt would ask her boss to give her easy tasks to consider her state :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the shops - except the restaurants - close by 6:30 pm!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot and a lot I just love about them; including their body sizes :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love China, without visiting it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-8967754310847390642?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/8967754310847390642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-china.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8967754310847390642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8967754310847390642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-china.html' title='I love china'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-2988995677296738047</id><published>2009-08-23T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:06:52.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Conditioner in Kuwait</title><content type='html'>Today is perhaps the fourth or fifth day the air conditioner is working badly in Kuwait. Today was my first time I complain it to my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at night mafzoo3a! because of the hotness. I woke up today feeling like someone is choking me! I've never felt this way...I kept waving air at my face to feel .. air! The air conditioner is on all day long, and I feel like I am standing under the sun all day long. It is doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/6436/21827681by1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/6436/21827681by1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I told my father to bring someone to fix it, he said that this is because of the humidity in Kuwait, and that the humidity reached more than 90%! It is awful. He told me that in the newspaper they said that at some hospitals the air conditioners are also not working well, and that at the surgery rooms things are very bad, especially that they need the air conditioner the most in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized that this issue may cause a huge problem to those patients, I realized I was a spoiled girl. All I care about is not to feel sweaty and to feel the air conditioner .. and to make it so cold in the summer so that I can cuddle myself in my bed under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people are actually suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem I feel the most now is that I feel laziness. I haven't memorized anything in Qura'an for two days now! I haven't even revised anything! And about preying, every once in a while I prey sitting. I do nothing at home; no dishes, no cooking, no helping in any kind :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my sister felt she takes her breath hardly. She is the one who cooks and I sleep all day. I can't sleep at night! I usually sleep 8 hours per day, so I decided to sleep 6 only yesterday so that I can sleep at night. Yesterday I slept 12 midday, and woke up 6 pm before elma3'reb. Went to bed 1am, couldn't sleep until elfajr (4am!). Slept 4:30 am woke up 6am for my lesson, the teacher didn't come and slept again at 8am, then woke up at 4pm! I lost 8 hours in the best time of a ramadan day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was out of the shower my sister had done everything, only the table needed to be setted with the food, which was the only thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait needs some fresh air! e7l my sister is fine now, it was a sec ya3ny..but still, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5er isA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-2988995677296738047?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/2988995677296738047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-conditioner-in-kuwait.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2988995677296738047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2988995677296738047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-conditioner-in-kuwait.html' title='Air Conditioner in Kuwait'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-2748052519134432528</id><published>2009-08-16T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:54:13.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arguments</title><content type='html'>When we get into an argument, sometimes we wonder whether we are right. We wonder if our opinions are actually right, and not the stubbornness doing the work; as usual. We start looking at the picture trying to use the eyes of the other opinions, perhaps we agree. But we realize that we start answering the other opinions with our own, and start the argument all over again in our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel like our head is going to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those opinions actually right, or is it NOT FAIR?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to do things we just DON'T WANT TO DO?! Why do we sometimes have to act as robots? Are we not human beings as well? Why don't we get the chance to say yes! or no. Why do we listen to people we already hate? Why do we judge people's opinions from acts done under pressure and depression? Why do people talk about things that are non of their business? Why do people like to force others to do things they 'might' not want to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arguments are the reason why we start thinking of things we never thought of. They are the reason why they open our eyes to things we didn't notice. Arguments!! I hate arguments! Some things are better left for their time. Why do we argue about things we can never change? We know nothing about what is to come, all we know that it will be el 5er! So why do we argue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An argument rarely makes one of the sides happy. A discussion is what should be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-2748052519134432528?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/2748052519134432528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/08/arguments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2748052519134432528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/2748052519134432528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/08/arguments.html' title='Arguments'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4140042009445215247</id><published>2009-07-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:20:12.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3omra and 7booby.</title><content type='html'>In this post I will consider my 3omra and 7booby :D isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month, I went to Mekka. In my last 3omra, I didn't feel like this time. This time I really needed my prayers..this time I felt closer to Allah. I like this 3omra better than the previous one, this time I 'felt' every single place I went to. I loved the fact that I prayed most of my prayers in front of el ka3ba..it was very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the fact that I wanted to go and pray in el masjed. I can't believe that men are supposed to pray fel masjed yet they pray at home, or don't pray at all. How is it they get to feel el 5oshoo3 fel masjed, yet they don't go! If I were a man, I would've prayed all my prayers fel masjed. I wouldn't have left that opportunity. Rabena yehdeena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also felt extremely happy when I was beside sayedna m7md (salla Allaho 3alayhe w sallam). And the knowledge I now knew before entering el masjed el nabawy was the reason behind my feeling. I didn't know a lot of things in my previous 3omra..I think in that 3omra, I was doing it for the sake of doing a 3omra bas..I wasn't actually going after it and wanting to do it to ask for a forgiveness; a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I did 3omra twice :D. But in the first one, I was having the excitement for el 3omra bgad. In the first one, I actually cried! I was afraid that my 3omra wouldn't be accepted..and I needed it to be accepted. I needed Allah. But I never thought that I might actually cry .... I never cried in those things; I felt ruthless actually because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second one...I felt more at peace e7l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some time in between, my father went to pray el dohr, and didn't come back to the hotel and waited for el 3asr fel masjed. He didn't have a mobile with him. He came back after el 3asr, but this was the worst part of the whole trip. Just thinking of such thoughts made me get terrified. I have no idea how I will react if any of my worst nightmares become real...ba3d el shar !! I believe in Allah, and I know everything anyone might say...but I just can't bare it. I really wish that I die before any of my loved ones, I don't want to live without any of them. Begad rabena yostor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I was in Egypt, I went to a doctor concerning 7booby. He said that I had all the kinds..black heads, red ones and the white ones, everything. He knew it when he asked to see my side face without the scarf. But I didn't take it off ya3ny, I took off the one at the top and left the other one. Then he told me any medicine will cure them, but they will come back since this is my skin's nature. And so, he prescribed a medicine that is STRONG! They're pills, called Roaccutane. They're really effective in my case, because I don't only have 7boob on my face, sometimes on my arms and back. I won't be able to put any cream on those parts. So this one works on my skin. It will cause dryness for my whole body, and the parts without any 7boob will get dry, so I will need to put a moisturizer on those parts. That medicine is expensive, and when my mother found it that expensive, she told me we will take another doctors' opinion.&lt;br /&gt;So the day before yesterday I went to the doctor here in Kuwait, and when I told him the medicine I was prescribed and when he saw 7booby, he said this will be my cure. But I will have to take the medicine for 7 months; for each 10 kilos of my weight a month. He told me an alternate, which he thinks is of the same quality but not that expensive; yet expensive ya3ny :S.&lt;br /&gt;Aslan he is my fathers' friend and he is good, it's not the first time I go to him ya3ny. I trust him more. The other medicine is called Curacne. Then I bought the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I came back home I read the pamphlet and read the side effects of the medicine. And this is the reason why I wrote about this. The effects are BAD!! This site gives a small insight of the effects, but more can be discovered of more search, because this site does not have ALL the effects in the pamphlet I have. Really, I know that this might cause some harm, but eventually isA will all disappear; both 7booby and the side effects, isA. And hopefully I will be of the people who don't experience any of those harms :D. Bas the most side effect I am considering the one that will cause pain to myself is loss of hair, it happens to 13% of the users I think, hopefully I won't be any of them, but if I lose my hair then I think I would have nothing :D I don't think I have a real beauty without my hair :D. Rabena yostor :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.skintherapyletter.com/treat/rosacea/isotretinoin_side_effects.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4140042009445215247?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4140042009445215247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/07/3omra-and-7booby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4140042009445215247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4140042009445215247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/07/3omra-and-7booby.html' title='3omra and 7booby.'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-783503991789007999</id><published>2009-06-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:14:30.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait!!</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for time to pass and to finish this last exam and finally start a real holiday..but I'm just so excited :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today morning to study what I didn't finish yesterday, and I finished most of it, just a little part now..will take 5 minutes max now isA. Some definitions I'll need to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go OUT!! I'm going to play bowling...but this time, I trained for it :D. This time isA I'll win my 'Cairo' friends :D. I won my 'Mansoura' friends, and now I'm ready for this (A). Then I will watch the movie that my brother promised me to watch with me in the cinema :S..but he got his match to watch ((and made me get interested in watching the match myself :D)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel optimistic about this last exam..isA it will be of good expectance, and raise my head up high! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..back to studying, just felt like talking and no one of my 'chatty' friends is online :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed3oooooly :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-783503991789007999?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/783503991789007999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/783503991789007999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/783503991789007999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait!!'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-5955419954767853551</id><published>2009-06-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:52:19.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first time I talk to my father since the German grade was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't talk with me about it at all! Not sure if he even knows, but I think he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked weirdly, I was annoying :@ He even asked me what's with me, I just said that I was studying bas..which was not the reason, I just didn't wanna talk about it and was affraid he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for him. He is working abroad all by himself for us, and what do I do..I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hoped that he is proud of me, but even that I can't ask for..now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bas isA this will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-5955419954767853551?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/5955419954767853551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5955419954767853551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5955419954767853551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/promise.html' title='A promise!'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-8542142832835811962</id><published>2009-06-21T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T02:40:36.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't ... then DON'T!</title><content type='html'>Today was my Computer Organization Final (aka CS402).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the exam, there was about 5 mistakes in the questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be rude in this post. I don't want to be rude when talking about a Dr. (7ekma a5ooya edahany ;) ). Seriously, I keep typing things, and keep 'Backspace'ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam was annoying. It wasn't hard for the fact of being hard. But I wanted to expect an A- today .. and ended up expecting a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since we had a wrong question to answer correctly (:S), the least we expected was for him to pass by in the exam so that we are certain that those questions are actually wrong. He did, pass by the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed by in the exam hall when there was 5 more minutes in the exam and it would be over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible to be able to answer all those questions in that time?! I certainly KNOW (rather than think) that it is simply..not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us extra 10 minutes to finish the exam, which was after he explained the wrong questions in the 5 minutes that was remaining in the actual time of the exam. So we simply had 10 minutes to finish the questions we were waiting for his notes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of the questions, I assumed the not given variables that should have been given, I just thought I should do anything rather than lose all the marks because of depending on something that might and might not happen (him coming into the exam hall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected the worst case, I expected that all my assumptions were wrong, and put that expected grade on the blog. But I am satisfied with my answers today. I feel proud e7l (long time no see :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e7l..but if you can't put an exam, then don't. Just like I can't answer questions outside my field, and so I don't :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...Signals to COME!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I will be vewy vewy vewy happyy :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabena yostor :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-8542142832835811962?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/8542142832835811962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-cant-then-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8542142832835811962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/8542142832835811962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-cant-then-dont.html' title='If you can&apos;t ... then DON&apos;T!'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-644369795885593959</id><published>2009-06-18T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:19:04.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expected German</title><content type='html'>I noticed something :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I expected the German grade, I did not type my expected grade correctly. I typed the lowest grade that I can accept. In the previous semester, I got D+, and  felt terrible..but I didn't cry over it ya3ny, I thought it won't matter that much..Deutch 4 is the one that is to be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I typed my expected grade, I typed the grade I can accept. I wasn't going to feel okay if I got D+..or D for the matter of fact. And sure thing I wasn't going to accept an F :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were to re-type my expected grade, I would probably type that F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not proud of it..but it is true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve in the German course more than that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I simply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T TALK GERMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully when I repeat the coarse this would change, but I will repeat it isA next year in the summer. I will do my best in it isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isA my grades will come out differently. isA my grades will go back UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-644369795885593959?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/644369795885593959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/expected-german.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/644369795885593959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/644369795885593959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/expected-german.html' title='Expected German'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6825522990835178896</id><published>2009-06-17T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:11:48.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>Today morning, I was talking with my mother about that it has been a long time since I've last cried. I was having a mother-daughter talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my breakfast. Then I did my bed. Then I opened the internet and a friend sent to me and told me that the Deutch is OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it...and then I told my mother and brother that I failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I failed in something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FAILED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.. msh 2adra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FAILED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY...7asadt nafsy today morning when I said that it has been a while since I've last cried. I am in pain..a lot of pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to travel this summer to anywhere..I don't want to start my new semester with a subject on my back. I want to take it in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to convince my mother to stay in August in Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARRGHH :@:@&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ACTUALLY STUPID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ana sa2ta fe 7aga..ana sa2ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6825522990835178896?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6825522990835178896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/crying.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6825522990835178896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6825522990835178896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6827035253710541159</id><published>2009-06-14T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:48:59.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameras need to be Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Today, I felt that I had to capture some events and scenes on a video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my final CS403 exam today. I had fun thinking of ways to answer questions. I think I should have video taped myself in the exam hall today, I think this day was good enough to remember at all times. Today, I had a moment when I felt I can no longer think. A moment of "balaha". Then I gathered my strength again and 'thought'. It wasn't bad, but wasn't good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then..the reason why I wrote this post aslan..was when I was back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I thought out loud about our answers in the exam and revised what might have been answered wrong and so forth. I discovered some mistakes he did and he discovered some mistakes I did..then we had a pillow fight :D. It wasn't that long, just some pillows from our Sallon were having all the attention. Then, he threw at me a pillow and ran into his room. Do you think I would have left him? Of coarse not :D. I ran after him and threw the pillow at him and ran back to the reception. I hid under the table and went down. He came out into the reception after me with the pillow in his hand, all devilish :P. Then I went up and said "BE5!"&lt;br /&gt;This was when I should have recorded the event :D. You should have seen his face :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't have much joy of that face of his..as I was kneeling down to avoid the pillow from coming onto my face..but I was beaten to death using the pillow :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I didn't take my revenge because I was having much more fun remembering his face and "Laughing Out Loud" .. like literally :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since we have had a pillow fight, it's refreshing actually :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my liVe with a pillow fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6827035253710541159?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6827035253710541159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/cameras-need-to-be-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6827035253710541159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6827035253710541159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/cameras-need-to-be-everywhere.html' title='Cameras need to be Everywhere'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-431848984659979229</id><published>2009-06-14T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:53:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades Semester 4</title><content type='html'>Here will be my expected grades for every subject and whenever a grade is out it will be here too isA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course________Expected________Actual&lt;br /&gt;Deutch....................C-......................F!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CS403.....................B........................B&lt;br /&gt;Math401..................B-...........................B-&lt;br /&gt;ELCT401.................B+...........................B&lt;br /&gt;CS402....................B............................B&lt;br /&gt;Signals...................C..............................B-&lt;br /&gt;CS401.....................A-.............................A+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-431848984659979229?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/431848984659979229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/grades-semester-4.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/431848984659979229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/431848984659979229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/grades-semester-4.html' title='Grades Semester 4'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-1286507111348646658</id><published>2009-06-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:13:20.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Deactivation</title><content type='html'>For a year or so, I've been addicted to Facebook. For a year or so, I've been planning on deactivating my account to be able to study. For a year or so, I started getting the worst grades I have ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for a minute or so, I have deactivated my Facebook account. For a minute or so, I have lost my soul :'( :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like knowing that I go on Facebook because I can't help it, because I can't not go..and so, I decided I would face my fear for the next 15 days isA. I will not go on Facebook for the 15 days to come isA. I will be the perfect student isA :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Facebook is like a perfume. Very nice to smell, but frequent use of it causes an addiction. And so, I decided not to use perfumes anymore..since they're  7aram aslan :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I stick to my plan and really do study, because I really am being extremely lazy nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Facebook account will be back isA as soon as I'm done, but things won't be the same though :S. I won't be an admin in any groups, but this all can be fixed..but my college certificate, once handed in, can never be fixed :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my liVe with Facebook isA for the next 15 days :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-1286507111348646658?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/1286507111348646658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook-deactivation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1286507111348646658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/1286507111348646658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook-deactivation.html' title='Facebook Deactivation'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-6182748341412235526</id><published>2009-06-11T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:51:51.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Security</title><content type='html'>Now, I don't feel safe at my own HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an arabic quote that is very annoying..not the quote itself, but the fact that it's true. The quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Welad el 7aram masaboosh le welad el 7alal 7aga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that ruthless murderers kill their victims at their own house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let us assume that it is the victims' fault, not taking the enough precautions and not being protective over their things..how is it NOT safe to walk in the streets?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live 10 minute-walk from my uni... and since my mom sometimes is not home and my brother has more things to do at the uni.. I usually go back home walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But'! A couple of days ago, I didn't know how I should come back. So before I went to college, my mom asked me what time I would finish..I told her I don't know for sure yet, but I would call her once I finish isA..and if she wasn't home and my brother still had things to attend, I'll just walk back..this was when I was shocked to hear her reply. The reply was:&lt;br /&gt;"la2a! Men fatra feh bentean et5atafo men 7eta 2orayeba men hena"&lt;br /&gt;E7l those 2 girls were saved because one of the girls was able to use the mobile, and the criminals were captured at the right time in a garage e7l.&lt;br /&gt;And so, my mother had to postpone her appointment with whoever it was she was supposed to meet at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the fact remains. Those criminals did not even let us feel safe WALKING in our streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my liVe with walking back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-6182748341412235526?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/6182748341412235526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-for-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6182748341412235526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/6182748341412235526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-for-security.html' title='Looking for Security'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-17000508920948846</id><published>2009-06-04T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:29:19.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Insects and Animals</title><content type='html'>I just noticed something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE NAMOOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went back home from college, me and my mom had planned to go to Mansoura right away, but then she received a call concerning the death of a relative of ours. The funeral was set to be yesterday; it was in el balad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mom asked me to go with her to el balad instead of stopping in Mansoura. So I said okay that seems reasonable, she will go to the funeral and come back to take me from my grandma's place and we'll head to Mansoura right away.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to see my grandma, I really feel sorry for her having to live all alone for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my grandma's home, my mom and aunt and grandma went to the funeral and I thought it would do me some GOOD if I slept until it was time to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual ... I thought wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being tortured by those creatures! I, literally, was being eaten! They were a lot. I barely have arms now .. they're all red :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after three hours of this torture, my grandma came and told me "leh mafata7teesh beta3 el namoos da?!"&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was about to faint :D&lt;br /&gt;I had my cure right beside me, and I didn't know it was there :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, akeed 5er :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized that I hate insects..I hate animals..I hate any creatures other than humans :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a friend if she read this would kill me..she loves all kind of animals and thinks we should treat them with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be right..but if she is...then I'm simply wrong :D.&lt;br /&gt;This is my liVe with el balad for ONE NIGHT! :D&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-17000508920948846?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/17000508920948846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-insects-and-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/17000508920948846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/17000508920948846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-insects-and-animals.html' title='I hate Insects and Animals'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-4084011587329084208</id><published>2009-05-26T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:06:21.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signals Midterm Results are OUT!</title><content type='html'>In my previous blog, I mentioned that I thought that I did well in my signals midterm. This was before the TA's and the doctor told us how well we did :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of 140 people, 7 got above 90%, 6 got between 80 and 90, 8 got between 70 and 80...and can't remember the other categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, obviously..the grades were shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 63 % in the signals midterm. The professor thinks that my grade is very good in comparison with the other grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether I should be happy or not, but I think I should be..since I got 12/24 in the lab quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what went wrong in the exam, and thank Allah that I was helped, who knows what my grade could've been. I didn't ask for the help .. and  couldn't see that I did something wrong and not change it :D. I know..I am weak :$:$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired from Signals, I am tired from Math, I am tired from Circuits, I am tired from Deutch, I am even tired from CS ((the 3 courses! All 3 of them!))! I need a vacation..I need a deep and comforting sleep.. I need more than 24 hours per day..in my liVe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-4084011587329084208?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/4084011587329084208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/05/signals-midterm-results-are-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4084011587329084208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/4084011587329084208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/05/signals-midterm-results-are-out.html' title='Signals Midterm Results are OUT!'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647730450972250097.post-5131314789334021879</id><published>2009-05-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:57:39.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with them?!</title><content type='html'>This is my second blog I do, using the second e-mail I did recently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hotmail account a while ago. I used that hotmail e-mail for a long time. Then recently they gave an error claiming that I abused the "Terms of use", and I have no access of that e-mail now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using that e-mail, I did a blog. That blog worked fine after this trouble, it didn't really matter to them that I don't use the e-mail I registered by anymore, I just added another e-mail to the blog just hoping that I would get e-mails when people post comments on my blog. BUT it didn't. So I checked the comments to be posted on my profile, and found 2 comments to be published! It was okay, I published them. But then when I clicked back and refreshed, it gave me a message saying that IT SEEMS LIKE I HAVE ABUSED THE "Terms of use"!!!!!!! :@:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the most peaceful creature those sites are ever gonna see, and they're telling ME that I abuse their terms of use?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this blog with my new gmail; I noticed when I searched for solutions for this problem that they have different procedures to be done with the gmail accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no access to the other blog now, but if I do in any recent time, I will go back and remove my hotmail e-mail and put the gmail e-mail as my actual e-mail on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome all to my new blog, enjoy reading :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6647730450972250097-5131314789334021879?l=ayasa2r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/feeds/5131314789334021879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-wrong-with-them.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5131314789334021879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6647730450972250097/posts/default/5131314789334021879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayasa2r.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-wrong-with-them.html' title='What is wrong with them?!'/><author><name>Aya Sakr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693088539820487423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtpqJFBGnBM/Shw7vJmjXcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/H8GJlCzUPGI/S220/n1040234844_196773_9145.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
