<?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-1801977782287126174</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:10:49.186-07:00</updated><category term='Rules'/><title type='text'>Wake Up, And Smell The Coffee</title><subtitle type='html'>Fairy tales, Love, And Happily Ever After are not allowed here ..

Reality, Work, and Sensibility .. Rock On !!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-4808740293053350398</id><published>2008-11-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:15:03.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Living a Night-Mare Every Time You Close Your Eyes ...</title><content type='html'>I saw you that time .. even though it wasn't in the best of terms but i think there was a reason for my being there ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a part of you that i almost took for granted .. I never though of you as angry, you were always so full of life ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that day, i saw that you weren't as strong as you show every one .. and i loved you even more in that moment ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your hurt, I heard your scream, i felt you shaking .. and every time I close my eyes .. I see your hurt, I hear your scream, and i feel your pain ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can someone so charming, so happy, go through that much pain ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, I didn't know if I should hug you to keep you safe? or kiss you to make the pain go away just like my mom always did? or just let you be ? when I know the answer should be all of the above.. Hug you to keep you safe, then kiss the pain away, and then let you be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking in the eyes of a friend that was hurting sooo much, and I for the 1st time in my life was helpless to do anything ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so useless, soo unworthy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not my fight you say ?! but isn't it a friend's job to bring a smile to your face no matter what ?! be it a bad joke or a simple heart-felt gesture of just being there and giving them what they needed the most; a friend .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see a tear, but i soo wanted to see one, just to reassure myself that you are indeed human. A tear would have been just what the Dr. ordered, but just like me, you had to show the world that you don't need any one, and ANY pain is bearable ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can take away the screams that I hear every time i take a breath except you .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me,  Help you ... I can't stand to see you down .. please .... Help me .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-4808740293053350398?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/4808740293053350398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=4808740293053350398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/4808740293053350398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/4808740293053350398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_11_02_archive.html#4808740293053350398' title='Re-Living a Night-Mare Every Time You Close Your Eyes ...'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-6813616268418559860</id><published>2008-08-15T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:23:05.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose Bumps ..</title><content type='html'>Every time i see this movie, it leaves me breathless ..&lt;br /&gt;Just to be clear, I'm a HUGE Superman fan .. Every version or variation of the Superman Trilogy is a must have in my DVD library .. Christopher Reeve (God Rest His Soul) is the BEST Superman That can ever be ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But This scene is particular gives me goose bumps and i can't help but sigh !! hope you enjoy it as much as i have every single time i've watched it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVTWpI-ph6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVTWpI-ph6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-6813616268418559860?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/6813616268418559860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=6813616268418559860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/6813616268418559860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/6813616268418559860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_08_15_archive.html#6813616268418559860' title='Goose Bumps ..'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-3600027221622510770</id><published>2008-08-12T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:38:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation, Long Over Due ....</title><content type='html'>I had a talk with you today .. The 2nd time since you came back 3 months ago&lt;br /&gt;We talked about everything and nothing really ..&lt;br /&gt;Serious family issues, my 1988 birthday video, how you're thankful that you're not a guy because you don't have to wax your legs, and the list goes on ..&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had this kind of talk since 2005 ..&lt;br /&gt;I asked you what happened and you said later on, that gave me hope; thinking that's good since you were planning on there being a next time ..&lt;br /&gt;I re-learned what makes you so special in my life ..&lt;br /&gt;Even though you were disconnected from me, in a way you were still there ..&lt;br /&gt;I've told you that i thought "thank god u weren't there when she passed" but that wasn't true, I've never needed you more in my life than in that moment ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation started from nothing really, but it meant more to me than so many somethings ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-3600027221622510770?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/3600027221622510770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=3600027221622510770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/3600027221622510770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/3600027221622510770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_08_12_archive.html#3600027221622510770' title='A Conversation, Long Over Due ....'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-4602480944626411369</id><published>2008-06-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:39:40.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI Anyone ?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>A few months back, our other house was robbed .. we still keep that house for people looking to rent a house .. any way it was empty, except for a few chandeliers and what nots .. so the house's been vacant for quite a while .. and one day mom went there to fix something in the kitchen or something and there she finds evidence of some guy who's been living there .. with like cushions and empty food cartons  and cigarette butts and stuff like that .. what she didn't find were the chandeliers, light switches, door knobs, even bathroom handles and sink knobs .. anything that wasn't part of the house; he took ..&lt;br /&gt;When mom told me this .. I had a vision of me with a finger print duster and going around the house with an ultra-violet light :P but of course i couldn't tell mom that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they call the police and i'm like : Pfffff good luck finding the guy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surprise me and tell dad that they got prints off of a lot of stuff and that they would keep us posted .. and i'm like : YAAAAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I walk into the house from work, I hear the conversation between mom and dad ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I went to the police station today ..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: And ??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yeah, the guy said that it wasn't a felony it was actually breaking and entering .. and i told him , yeah we know that, the guy went to the back door; broke it, came in took everything and walked outta the front door; which he also broke .. what's the problem ? and then the guy says yeah well since it's breaking and entering and not a felony, we can't match the prints unless he's a second time offender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm thinking : You jackass !!! how would you know if he's a second time offender if you haven't logged in his 1st time offense ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! that's just stupid !!! So unless he gets caught in one of his "jobs" they won't even see if they have a match on his finger prints on file.&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, steal anything you want as long as you make sure that you won't get caught ?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Again .... STUPID !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I commented on police stupidity before but i couldn't resist this time :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that he has procedures and he can't do anything about it .. but that's just plain stupid is what it is .. why bother taking foreign people's finger prints if you're not gonna check if they match with suspects' ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRRGGGHHHH !!!!!! I'm out !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-4602480944626411369?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/4602480944626411369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=4602480944626411369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/4602480944626411369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/4602480944626411369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_06_19_archive.html#4602480944626411369' title='CSI Anyone ?!?!?!'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-6229267489507262973</id><published>2008-06-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:18:06.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Game ...</title><content type='html'>According to Oprah .. This is the list of the 20 Hamburgers that I must eat before I die :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 - &lt;em&gt;Hamburger Sandwich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Louis' Lunch, New Haven CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 - &lt;em&gt;Our Famous Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sidetrack Bar and Grill, Ypsilanti, MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 -&lt;em&gt;  Hamburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Poag Mahone's Carvery and Ale House, Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 -&lt;em&gt;  Double Bacon Deluxe with Cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Red Mill Burgers, Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 - &lt;em&gt;Hamburger &amp;amp; Fries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Burger Joint, San Fransisco, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 - &lt;em&gt;Build Your Own Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Counter, Santa Monica, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 - &lt;em&gt;Hamburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;J.G. Melon, New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 -&lt;em&gt;  Cheeseburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;White Manna, Hackensack, NJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 -&lt;em&gt;  Hamburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bobcat Bite, Santa Fe, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 - &lt;em&gt;Grilled Bistro Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bistro Don Giovanni, Napa, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 - &lt;em&gt;Number Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Keller's Drive-in, Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09 - &lt;em&gt;Cheeseburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Burger Joint, Le Parker Meridien Hotel, New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08 - &lt;em&gt;Hamburger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Miller's Bar, Dearborn, MI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07 - &lt;em&gt;Buckhorn Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Buckhorn, San Antonio, NM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06 - &lt;em&gt;California Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Houston's, Santa Monica, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 - &lt;em&gt;Kobe Sliders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Barclay Prime, Philadelphia, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04 - &lt;em&gt;Rouge Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Rouge, Philadelphia, PA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03 - &lt;em&gt;Not Just a Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spiced Pear Restaurant at the Chanler Hotel, Newport, RI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02 - &lt;em&gt;Lurger Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Peter Luger Steak House, Brooklyn, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01 - &lt;em&gt;Sirloin Burger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Le Tub, Hollywood, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy Of Oprah.com ;) I'm Game .. Are You ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-6229267489507262973?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/6229267489507262973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=6229267489507262973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/6229267489507262973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/6229267489507262973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_06_19_archive.html#6229267489507262973' title='I&apos;m Game ...'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-4421674487523696970</id><published>2008-05-23T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:24:07.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Lesson #1 !!</title><content type='html'>Ok .. let me figure out a way on how to start .. From the beginning it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo last year we had this new cook .. yay all good, turns out he wasn't much of a cook, long story short; he didn't even know how to turn the stove on :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started sending him from house to house (our relatives) so he would learn the basics of Kuwaiti food, it took him a couple of months to get the hang of it yet it's still not so good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we learn from this story ?! : Kambi does not eat food cooked by Basheer (Our "cook").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo when I started dieting a few months ago, it wasn't soo bad, i wasn't eating his food anyway so no big deal ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mom started a diet also, and she was like : "Mama what are you having for lunch today?"&lt;br /&gt;I told her: "Haven't decided yet .. You?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "I'm having Mayd ( type of fish ) u want to eat with me ?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "YAAH !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so I'm waiting for her to finish our Mayd, I prefer the Mayd cooked 3al fa7am .. then when the food gets here i get the shook of my life and i find out that it's not 3al fa7am but bil firin :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok .. no problem, just suck it up and enjoy the food with your mother :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i open up the finish to eat it, and what do i find ?!?!?!?!?!?! BLOOD !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo hungry i felt my eyes start to water, i turn to mom and say : "Seriously ?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's like :" awww, take it they'll put it in the stove again and it'll be ok, here try this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i open the 2nd one and it's good .. soo i start to eat it, but there's this bitter taste :S soo my mom looks at me and say : "Ohh honey don't eat that, here try this one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was i thinking you say ?!  "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;I get up from the table as calmly as i can and say .. "mom this is soooooooooooo not gonna work, i can't eat this.. i'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on a side note .. This is the 2nd time that this has happened in the same week, but do i learn ?!?! NOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom ofcourse looked at me funny as if I don't appreciate food anymore ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did i do ?! I did the most natural thing anyone could doo .. I blamed it on my diet :D&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Mom i'm sorry but i can't eat this if i'm gonna go through my diet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just have to figure out a way to go out and get my lunch.. BTW i'm still starving :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral to the story&lt;br /&gt; If your cook is as shitty as ours (Pardon my French) you have 2 options:&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn to cook for yourself ..&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat out !!! alot of places deliver ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-4421674487523696970?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/4421674487523696970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=4421674487523696970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/4421674487523696970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/4421674487523696970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_05_23_archive.html#4421674487523696970' title='Cooking Lesson #1 !!'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-6470481139773071098</id><published>2008-05-18T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T05:16:23.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wore a hat .. doesn't make me a guy :S</title><content type='html'>O.K soo for the past few weeks my car was in the shop because SOMEONE !! who will remain nameless, let's call him/her Ginger ... took my car and crashed into someone .. no biggie fully insured (Never leave the house without it) .. soo any way my car was in the shop and i got it back yesterday evening ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after i practiced my political rights (Pfffff) i decided to take Alex (My car's name) out for a spin .. I grab a hold of Mishmisha (Which now i realize i shouldn't have because she was supposed to be studying *GrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrR*) we both wore hats and started cruising.. enjoying the Semi-Nice-Ish weather.. i was soooo in the mood to speed, that i would punch it at odd moments like 10 seconds before we reach a traffic light :D i was careful ofcourse.. i promise i was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a car passed by with girls in em' they would turn their heads and start smiling, now me and mishmish would just look at them and be like WTF ?!?!!?! they'd take a good look at us and realize that we are NOT guys, give a disappointed sigh and drive off ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now this happened about 3 times, 2 times more for it to be a coincidence .. soo i turn to mishmish and i'm like.. Shit they thought we're guys !!!!! Does the hat really affect girl's eye vision that they automatically assume that the driver of the vehicle is a GUY?! Now let me talk about the 4th car .. she saw the hat .. kept staring .. i turned to her so that she can see that i don't have a mostache, my features are feminine and finaly i'm a girl .. does she look the other way ?! Noooooooooooo .. she was totally amused, apparently i'm her type :S eeyyywwwww soo i decided to give her the red-eye (For all you non-Kuwaitis red-eye means act totally *bitchy* putting it delicately) this went on for about 10 min. then she found out that i'm a girly girl who decided to NOT dress up tonight and go out and left us be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral to this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: when u see someone wearing a hat in a car, doesn't ALWAYS mean it's a guy.. normal ppl aren't always in the mood to doll up, we have our moments *freaks*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: a girl wearing a hat isn't looking for someone to follow her, so don't even bother..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-6470481139773071098?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/6470481139773071098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=6470481139773071098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/6470481139773071098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/6470481139773071098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_05_18_archive.html#6470481139773071098' title='I wore a hat .. doesn&apos;t make me a guy :S'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-7022918784846027923</id><published>2008-01-17T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:07:23.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm .. What Are They Thinking ?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Ok now I've seen this sooooo many times that I thought of commenting about to see if I was the only one who thought this way .. Here it goes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo I'm driving down one of the freeways and i saw a cop who had just pulled over a car, and the car was driven by a NON-Kuwaiti driver .. And I'm assuming that the cop is giving the driver a ticket, here's where it gets all twisted .. Instead of the cop stepping out of the his car to give the driver the ticket, he asked the driver to walk up to the police car so that he would get his ticket. (It was summer at the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, what a lazy good for nuthin' copper !!! What if the guy you pulled over was a con, or a drug dealer, or worse a serial killer.. By asking him to come over to your car where you're helpless and NOT in control of the situation; he could easily kill you !!!!!!!! Doesn't he get that that's why a police man would ask the person to stay in the car and not step out unless he or she is asked to do so ?!?!?!!? I'm not saying that all the cops do this, but I've seen it one too many times for me to just ignore ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignorant idiot, if you would just step down of your high horse for one second and do what is naturally common sense, you would reduce the risk to a minimum. I think you can handle the heat for a few minutes !! Either do it right or don't do it at all !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who saw this ? Or has someone else seen that kind of situation too ? and if you did and have a good explanation, then please enlighten me !! I can't handle this kind of ignorance !!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-7022918784846027923?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/7022918784846027923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=7022918784846027923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/7022918784846027923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/7022918784846027923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_01_17_archive.html#7022918784846027923' title='Hmmmmm .. What Are They Thinking ?!?!?!'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-1478229175121760139</id><published>2008-01-10T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:24:11.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's So Special About Her ?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Here's another observation I had while I was out with my sister (Mishmish), we were out having breakfast at the PQ, you know the one in Palms.. any way so on our way there obviously we were followed by a car (Because we're soo hot even at 10 in the morning :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the ever gentle and well mannered ladies that we are we paid no attention to them and kept on listening to Michael Jackson. Now on the other lane there was a car with like 4 chicks in it, and they kept on staring at us and back at the guys .. and I swear I can see the wheels turning in her head thinking: "WTF is soo special about these girls ?!? they're not wearing  make up !!" (Note: Sadly yes this is how most girls here think :( "Not all" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does she decide to do, she tries to get the guys attention by doing some ultra dangerous moves in her car and speeds and slows down so he would notice her ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the guy who obviously had the attention span of a gold fish (Or was is memory ?!) anyway it doesn't matter .. soo he lost interest in us (Good Riddance) and sped up to catch up to the girls ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you only saw the look on her face when they followed them .. she was HAPPY !! she wouldn't stop looking at them, her neck almost broke from turning her head back to catch a glimpse.. (The Exorcist flashback !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought sweety the least you could do is act subtle.. don't throw yourself at the guy !! Me and Mishmish couldn't stop laughing .. That was obviously the lowest a girl could reach to get a guy's attention (Almost kill yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The moral to this story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guys: If a girl is listening to a good Michael Jackson song, Don't interrupt!! and if she didn't smile at you, that means not interested, I think your ego is big enough to handle this minor rejection and go find another fish to catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls: It's not worth killing yourself over a guy who was actually interested in another chick to begin with .. it's not a race to see who gets married 1st (Yeah I know what you're thinking, Pathetic!!!!) Oh and one other thing, if he lost interest to the 1st girl this fast chances are he'll loose interest in you just as fast ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-1478229175121760139?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/1478229175121760139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=1478229175121760139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/1478229175121760139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/1478229175121760139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_01_10_archive.html#1478229175121760139' title='What&apos;s So Special About Her ?!?!?!?'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-5916756892448976364</id><published>2008-01-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T04:37:29.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger !!! Drivers Under Influence !!!!</title><content type='html'>In this post I'm gonna be talking about the drivers here in Kuwait .. Now unless the road has your father's name on it (Shari3 obook) then you have no power on changing the rules what so ever !!! And we're all fine with that, after all it is one road and we all have to share, right ?! Right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, picture this if you will ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in my car for the red light to turn green, I'm the 2nd car in the middle lane, on the left lane there's a car which ACCORDING to the rules he has the right to either turn left, U turn or go straight; THAT'S IT !!!!! So the light turns green, the 1st car in my lane passes and just as i was about to drive the jerk on the left lane cuts in front of my car stops in the middle looks at me and starts screaming !!!! I'm like WTF !!!!!!! so i stay there looking at him and he keeps on screaming, until he finally realized that he's just standing there and not moving.. so he keeps on driving, crosses to the other side and makes a RIGHT !!!! he made a RIGHT !!! from the left lane he made a FREAKIN' RIGHT !!! i wanted to give him the finger soooo badly but in the end i am and will always be a lady and will not tolerate such vulgar behavior. :P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So the moral to this story is .. You can't do whatever you want on the road just because you missed your turn or you changed your mind about where you are going even if it was your father's road (Shari3 Obook) .. Come on ppl, The least you can do is show some sophistication in driving instead of just driving like a bunch of Neanderthals ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think About It !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-5916756892448976364?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/5916756892448976364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=5916756892448976364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/5916756892448976364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/5916756892448976364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_01_07_archive.html#5916756892448976364' title='Danger !!! Drivers Under Influence !!!!'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801977782287126174.post-8985809296679478431</id><published>2008-01-05T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:24:17.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules'/><title type='text'>Order, Order ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;        You might wonder why i have switched from my old blog to this one .. Well putting it delicately, i just figured that my old blog was too girly and immature and i thought it's time to think like my own age; which i won't tell u thanks for not asking, and just talk about what's real and what's not and how the people around me are not acting like they're supposed to ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;        Now, I'm not promising a daily or even a weekly update, I'll just put in what i see or don't see when i see it or don't, if you can understand that ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                            Here's what to expect and what not to expect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1) Expect a lot of bitching and screaming Duuuuh's in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2) Don't expect advice that will make you feel better, remember this is a reality blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3) There will be a lot of real life situations that I don't approve of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4) There will be times when i say, Yes !! this is what's supposed to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5) There will not be youtube videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6) There will be A LOT of funny situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7) Don't expect a reply to y'alls comments, if there were any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8) Names will not be brought up in this blog, and they will be referred to as vegetables or animals or what nots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;            That's all i can think of right now, if i even remember anything else I'll add it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1801977782287126174-8985809296679478431?l=n-touch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/feeds/8985809296679478431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1801977782287126174&amp;postID=8985809296679478431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/8985809296679478431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1801977782287126174/posts/default/8985809296679478431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://n-touch.blogspot.com/2008_01_05_archive.html#8985809296679478431' title='Order, Order ...'/><author><name>KaMBi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15953304520379107608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T6qT7DooOGI/R3_oWmiRU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LY43pG74KHM/S220/Naina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
