<?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-206608836969398842</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:55:56.069-07:00</updated><category term='Fun'/><category term='Morals'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Summer Holiday'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Shwayat Rawaga, Please...</title><subtitle type='html'>Let's Have Some Cappuccino...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-5207232544568730743</id><published>2007-10-17T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:06:36.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3eed Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salams to myself and to my blog readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eid Mubarak to you all, and I hope you had a nice time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Ramadan was kind of quiet for me. I hardly got that "Ramadan" feeling. I wonder why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eid was the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first day: breakfast at my in-laws, late lunch at my mom's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second day we met with family and friends at a fish place for dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The third day: more visiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fourth day: there was a big party at my sister's in-laws. They rented bouncy castles for the kids to play in. There were two ladies playing the kids games, and they also had that soapy soccer field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the coolest thing was that they had snack stands: cotton candy, ice cream, hot dogs, waffles, crepes, burgers, corn in the cup, and a candy and cereal stand too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad I was on one of my diets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-5207232544568730743?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/5207232544568730743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=5207232544568730743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5207232544568730743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5207232544568730743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/10/3eed.html' title='3eed Mubarak!'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-8731987754388104001</id><published>2007-09-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:22:53.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets, Lies and Democracy</title><content type='html'>Noam Chomsky&lt;br /&gt;Interviewed by David Barsamian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another illusion-shattering, fact-filled masterpiece from the man the New York Times called "arguably the most important intellectual alive." Here are a few, brief excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 1970, about 90% of international capital was used for trade and long-term investment -- more or less productive things -- and 10% for speculation. By 1990, those figures had reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haiti, a starving island, is exporting food to the US -- about 35 times as much under Clinton as under Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The US government spent more money per capita to get the presidential candidate it favored elected in Chile in 1964 than was spent by both candidates (Johnson and Goldwater) in the 1964 election here in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gap between how much income is held by the richest and poorest 20% has increased dramatically over the past 30 years -- about double for rich vs. poor countries and far more for rich vs. poor people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the public wants is called "politically unrealistic." Translated into English, that means power and privilege are opposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Available in print from &lt;a href="http://www.odonian.com/"&gt;Odonian Press&lt;/a&gt; ($6 paperback). To order by credit card, or for information on quantity discounts, call 520 296 4056 or 800 REAL STORY, or fax 520 296 0936, or write:&lt;br /&gt;Odonian Press&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Box 32375&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tucson, AZ 85751&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Secrets, Lies and Democracy is part of the Real Story Series of books. The Real Story Series is based on a simple idea -- political books don't have to be boring. Short, well-written and to the point, Real Story books are meant to be read. Check out some of our other titles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-8731987754388104001?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/8731987754388104001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=8731987754388104001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8731987754388104001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8731987754388104001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/09/secrets-lies-and-democracy.html' title='Secrets, Lies and Democracy'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-3236886719052313627</id><published>2007-08-27T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:01:46.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Baby Left to Die in Car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkpZTQ3xBHQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkpZTQ3xBHQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFIxbsPCw_I&amp;NR=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFIxbsPCw_I&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these Americans idiots or what?&lt;br /&gt;I have a two year old and I know where she is all the time!&lt;br /&gt;Even if my child was six or ten, how the hell do you leave a child in a car alone? In a parking lot?I think she did it on purpose, pretending she forgot, yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; given her to an orphanage or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; they would have said if a Muslim did that???&lt;br /&gt;they'll call human rights watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-3236886719052313627?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/3236886719052313627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=3236886719052313627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/3236886719052313627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/3236886719052313627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/08/child-dies-in-hot-car.html' title='Baby Left to Die in Car!'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-8389519950048032722</id><published>2007-08-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:51:01.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SECRET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RtB0l0JNViI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZG4Vj_z_zcQ/s1600-h/the+secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102706570812020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RtB0l0JNViI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZG4Vj_z_zcQ/s400/the+secret.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been watching this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;documentary&lt;/span&gt; recently. I must have watched it about 8 times. it's called "The Secret."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"The Secret" that the teachers in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; are revealing to us, is "the law of attraction." And to give you an idea, I got this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;informatiom&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Attraction"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Law of Attraction&lt;/strong&gt; is commonly associated with &lt;a title="New Age" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Age"&gt;New Age&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="New Thought" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Thought"&gt;New Thought&lt;/a&gt; theories. It states people experience the corresponding manifestations of their predominant thoughts, feelings, words, and actions and that people therefore have direct control over reality and their lives through thought alone. A person's thoughts (conscious and unconscious), emotions, beliefs and actions are said to attract corresponding positive and negative experiences "through the resonance of their energetic vibration." &lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Attraction#_note-gazette"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; The "&lt;a title="Law" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law"&gt;law&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Attraction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attraction"&gt;attraction&lt;/a&gt;" states "you get what you think about; your &lt;a title="Thought" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thought"&gt;thoughts&lt;/a&gt; determine your experience."&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Attraction#_note-0"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; The idea has received intense criticism from multiple circles in the media, the scientific community, and even other areas of the &lt;a title="New Age Movement" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Age_Movement"&gt;New Age Movement&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;NOTE: As a Muslim, we don't ask the Universe, but we ask Allah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;All Mighty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-8389519950048032722?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/8389519950048032722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=8389519950048032722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8389519950048032722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8389519950048032722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret.html' title='THE SECRET'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RtB0l0JNViI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZG4Vj_z_zcQ/s72-c/the+secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-5083878436094405575</id><published>2007-08-25T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:21:35.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Where the grass is greener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Cities in Australia and Canada are rated the most livable in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With low crime, little threat from instability or terrorism and a highly developed transport and communications infrastructure, Canada and Australia are home to the most livable destinations in the world. Four of the ten most livable cities surveyed by the Economist Intelligence Unit are in Australia, and two of the top five are Canadian. Vancouver is the most attractive destination, with a livability index of just 1.3% (see table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102704251529680402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RtBye0JNVhI/AAAAAAAAACw/CYtbqyAHVO4/s400/Livability.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While livability considers factors of recreational and cultural activity, the "big city buzz" can hamper the scores of some cities, although not to the extent that a city will present significant challenges. Global centers such as New York, Tokyo, London, Hong Kong and Paris may find themselves let down precisely because of their size and attractiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traffic congestion and higher crime rates associated with large urban centers have, to some extent, offset the obvious cultural gains of living in such locations. This has also been compounded by fears that large centers like London and New York will remain targets for high-profile terror attacks. Despite this, most major centers do not present any significant challenges to livability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 132 cities surveyed, only nine cities present the worst-case scenario in which most aspects of living quality are severely restricted, reflecting general improvements on a global scale in areas such as education, health care and infrastructure. Four of these are in Asia, mainly South Asia. The other five are in Africa (accounting for three) and the Middle East (accounting for two).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The threat of terrorism and civil unrest is a major contributing\nfactor to the cities that suffer from the worst livability scores, as\nare poor development indicators. Algiers is the least livable\ndestination in the survey, with a score of 64.7%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The threat of terrorism and civil unrest is a major contributing factor to the cities that suffer from the worst livability scores, as are poor development indicators. Algiers is the least livable destination in the survey, with a score of 64.7%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-5083878436094405575?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/5083878436094405575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=5083878436094405575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5083878436094405575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5083878436094405575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/08/where-grass-is-greener.html' title='Where the grass is greener'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RtBye0JNVhI/AAAAAAAAACw/CYtbqyAHVO4/s72-c/Livability.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-4568901838960454283</id><published>2007-06-19T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:34:00.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The King of Torts</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grisham's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;The King of Torts&lt;/em&gt; (that I borrowed from &lt;a href="http://travellingthrough.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sheryza&lt;/a&gt;). I have to say it was a very good read.&lt;br /&gt;I am a novel addict. Give me any novel and I'll eat it up as fast as I can unless it's really dumb like &lt;em&gt;The Devil Wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; It was so dumb I couldn't even go past the third page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not saying all John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grisham's&lt;/span&gt; books are good, but most of them are. Out of all his novels, the best of the best were &lt;em&gt;A Time to Kill&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;The Pelican Brief&lt;/em&gt;. Those and others really left a print on my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to &lt;em&gt;The King of Torts&lt;/em&gt;. I was so into the novel that I was dreaming about lawyers and settlements and money and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yachts&lt;/span&gt;, and everything. One morning my husband was waking me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fajer&lt;/span&gt; after I stayed up til 2 in the morning reading it, and I was so tired I slept while I was sitting up in the bed, and I had a dream: I was kind of aware that I was sitting up and that I was tired, and I told myself, if the clients want me they should come to me. I'm gonna sleep now. And so I put my head back down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sleapt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Astaghfirulla&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;My husband (knowing my ways) came back and said: "I thought you said your getting up"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo0o0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oL&lt;/span&gt;. I was about to tell him about my clients and plaintiffs, but I remembered that I'm not in America, but in Saudi and I should get up quickly before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shaytan&lt;/span&gt; pees in my ears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grisham&lt;/span&gt; right here: &lt;em&gt;The Testament,&lt;/em&gt; (also from Sheryza)&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and I'm ready to read it. Sometimes it's better to let the story sink in. Especially if the end was shocking, like in Harlan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Coben's&lt;/span&gt; novels. I'll talk about his books on another post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;inshallah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-4568901838960454283?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/4568901838960454283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=4568901838960454283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/4568901838960454283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/4568901838960454283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/06/king-of-torts.html' title='The King of Torts'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-315943456154155120</id><published>2007-06-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:52:46.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Holiday'/><title type='text'>Le Le Le Le LeEeEeEeEeEe</title><content type='html'>That's a Za'3roota!&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO glad I'm finished with the tests, and I think I deflated instead of exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to enjoying this summer with a lot of laying back and picnics. Some reading too. I think I'll be calling &lt;a href="http://travellingthrough.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sheryza&lt;/a&gt;, because we need to start planning...&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I remembered I need to do some shopping for my sister's wedding that's on the 28Th of June!&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;But we can still do somethings here and there...&lt;br /&gt;And after the wedding I'll be back in Madinah Insha Allah, and I'm gonna make up for all those times I missed going to the 7aram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-315943456154155120?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/315943456154155120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=315943456154155120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/315943456154155120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/315943456154155120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/06/le-le-le-le-leeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Le Le Le Le LeEeEeEeEeEe'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-8182515532652448602</id><published>2007-06-01T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:28:08.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Close to Exploding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a week left before the finals, and it seems when I feel pressured, the kids start making more and more trouble.They fight over the silliest things. I really want to kill them right now. Just when you get busy they remember all the questions they wanted to ask you all day, or start some silly argument...&lt;br /&gt;Right now they are singing here over my head, one on my right and one on my left! And arguing who sings the song better??!!! I really don't know what to do... :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really fed-up with this stuped education and everything I have to do to study. Mothers with two kids shouldn't be studying like this. So why should a mother with four???&lt;br /&gt;I know at the end I'm not doing it for myself. I'm wasting the time I should be taking some painting course or calligraphy or sewing with my friends. Or doing some arts and crafts with my kids. Or reading a new novel. Or having coffee in the morning with a friend. Yeah those were nice days when I took a semester off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now the pressure is high, and it's rising and rising...&lt;br /&gt;tic.. tic.. tic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Run for your lives!&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to explode!!!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-8182515532652448602?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/8182515532652448602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=8182515532652448602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8182515532652448602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8182515532652448602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/06/close-to-exploding_01.html' title='Close to Exploding!'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-7753740596098663216</id><published>2007-06-01T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:07:11.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Troublemakers</title><content type='html'>Lo0o0o0o0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hajar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Simsimiyah&lt;/span&gt; opened their braided hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yistahbilu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmA7yfJ4avI/AAAAAAAAACE/fTpoEGuJLmo/s1600-h/DSCN1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071118918961621746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmA7yfJ4avI/AAAAAAAAACE/fTpoEGuJLmo/s400/DSCN1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3azzooz dallo0o0o0o0o3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071125644880407298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmBB5_J4awI/AAAAAAAAACM/_filpVE9TA4/s400/FSCN1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;galbu&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Juwairia&lt;/span&gt; wants to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;salli&lt;/span&gt;" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmA5SfJ4auI/AAAAAAAAAB8/l8i-vWjjO1g/s1600-h/RSCN1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071116170182552290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmA5SfJ4auI/AAAAAAAAAB8/l8i-vWjjO1g/s400/RSCN1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;amza&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nephew&lt;/span&gt; and milk son (is that what it's called?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is not a troublemaker because he's in London:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya naaaaas Allah yi7meeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071125644880407314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmBB5_J4axI/AAAAAAAAACU/mS_JU4c7ifE/s400/mail.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-7753740596098663216?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/7753740596098663216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=7753740596098663216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/7753740596098663216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/7753740596098663216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-cute-troublemakers.html' title='My Cute Troublemakers'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RmA7yfJ4avI/AAAAAAAAACE/fTpoEGuJLmo/s72-c/DSCN1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-608683607703387608</id><published>2007-05-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:09:21.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>"Robison Crusoe" and "Friday" Compared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Analysis of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Major Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Robinson Crusoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While he is no flashy hero or grand epic adventurer, Robinson Crusoe displays character traits that have won him the approval of generations of readers. His perseverance in spending months making a canoe, and in practicing pottery making until he gets it right, is praiseworthy. Additionally, his resourcefulness in building a home, dairy, grape arbor, country house, and goat stable from practically nothing is clearly remarkable. But Crusoe’s admirable qualities must be weighed against the flaws in his character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crusoe seems incapable of deep feelings, as shown by his cold account of leaving his family—he worries about the religious consequences of disobeying his father, but never displays any emotion about leaving. Though he is generous toward people, as when he gives gifts to his sisters and the captain, Crusoe reveals very little tender or sincere affection in his dealings with them. When Crusoe tells us that he has gotten married and that his wife has died all within the same sentence, his indifference to her seems almost cruel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moreover, as an individual personality, Crusoe is rather dull. His precise and deadpan style of narration works well for recounting the process of canoe building, but it tends to drain the excitement from events that should be thrilling. Action-packed scenes like the conquest of the cannibals become quite humdrum when Crusoe narrates them, giving us a detailed inventory of the cannibals in list form, for example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His insistence on dating events makes sense to a point, but it ultimately ends up seeming obsessive and irrelevant when he tells us the date on which he grinds his tools but neglects to tell us the date of a very important event like meeting Friday. Perhaps his impulse to record facts carefully is not a survival skill, but an irritating sign of his neurosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, while not boasting of heroism, Crusoe is nonetheless very interested in possessions, power, and prestige. When he first calls himself "king" of the island it seems jocund, but when he describes the Spaniard as "his subject" we must take his royal delusion seriously, since it seems he really does consider himself "king.'' His teaching Friday to call him “Master,” even before teaching him the words for “yes” or “no,” seems obnoxious even under the racist standards of the day, as if Crusoe needs to hear the ego-boosting word spoken as soon as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the first nonwhite character to be given a realistic, individualized, and humane portrayal in the English novel, Friday has a huge literary and cultural importance. If Crusoe represents the first "colonial" mind in fiction, then Friday represents not just a Caribbean tribesman, but all the natives of America, Asia, and Africa who would later be oppressed in the age of European imperialism. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the moment when Crusoe teaches Friday to call him “Master” Friday becomes an enduring political symbol of racial injustice in a modern world critical of imperialist expansion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aside from his importance to our culture, Friday is a key figure within the context of the novel. In many ways &lt;strong&gt;he is the most vibrant character&lt;/strong&gt; in Robinson Crusoe, much more charismatic and colorful than his master. Indeed, Defoe at times underscores the contrast between Crusoe’s and Friday’s personalities, as when Friday, in his joyful reunion with his father, exhibits far more emotion toward his family than Crusoe. Whereas Crusoe never mentions missing his family or dreams about the happiness of seeing them again, Friday jumps and sings for joy when he meets his father, and this emotional display makes us see what is missing from Crusoe’s stodgy heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday’s expression of loyalty in asking Crusoe to kill him rather than leave him is more heartfelt than anything Crusoe ever says or does. Friday’s sincere questions to Crusoe about the devil, which Crusoe answers only indirectly and hesitantly, leave us wondering whether Crusoe’s knowledge of Christianity is superficial and sketchy in contrast to Friday’s full understanding of his own god Benamuckee. In short, Friday’s exuberance and emotional directness often point out the wooden conventionality of Crusoe’s personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite Friday’s subjugation, however, Crusoe appreciates Friday much more than he would a mere servant. Crusoe does not seem to value intimacy with humans much, but he does say that he loves Friday, which is a remarkable disclosure. It is the only time Crusoe makes such an admission in the novel, since he never expresses love for his parents, brothers, sisters, or even his wife. The mere fact that an Englishman confesses more love for an illiterate Caribbean ex-cannibal than for his own family suggests the appeal of Friday’s personality. Crusoe may bring Friday Christianity and clothing, but Friday brings Crusoe emotional warmth and a vitality of spirit that Crusoe’s own European heart lacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-608683607703387608?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/608683607703387608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=608683607703387608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/608683607703387608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/608683607703387608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/05/robison-crusoe-and-friday-compared.html' title='&quot;Robison Crusoe&quot; and &quot;Friday&quot; Compared'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-707723335219135150</id><published>2007-05-14T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:58:20.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>What Should You Know About "Reductil" ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strenuous work outs, starving; tried everything to loose weight but nothing seems to work for you. Is this your story? It is said that there is no easy way to loose weight. Probably the ones who said it, had never heard about Reductil? Reductil is an oral prescription medication to fight out obesity effectually. It is a short-term obesity management solution which spans from 8-12 weeks. Reductil medication is clubbed with proper diet and regular workout for getting effectual weight loss results. With Sibutramine as its active component, Reductil works by affecting the neuro-transmitters which give hunger signals. When these neuro-transmitters are targeted it results in reduction of your appetite. The end result of this activity is that you are satisfied with even small amount of food intake, which in turn sources weight loss. Usage of Reductil medication may cause a few side effects as a result of bodily adjustments to this medication. These side effects though usually evade within a short passage of time, but if they persist for an extended period of time, ask for immediate medical support. Some of the Reductil side effects can be enlisted as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Headache&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dry mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nausea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vomiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reductil is available in the volume of 10mg and 15mg. The prescribed dosage of Reductil should be consumed with a glassful of water. Do not chew or crush Reductil diet pills as it may change the chemical composition of the medication. Avoid over dosage of Reductil medication as it can be detrimental to your health. It is always a good idea to notify your doctor pertaining to your medical record including drug or alcohol abuse amid others. This kind of an approach can keep you away from prospective medical complications. Do not use Reductil medication if you are allergic to any of its ingredient, and notify your doctor immediately if you experience an allergic reaction.Women with child bearing potential, expectant women, and nursing mothers, individuals with psychiatric disorders should keep away from intake of Reductil medications. Your body weight should be monitored on a regular basis throughout the Reductil treatment, to keep a track of effectiveness of the medication. If you gain 3kg or more at any stage of Reductil medication after loosing weight previously or do not loose a minimum of five percent of your body weight within a span of three months, stop consumption and consult a doctor. Remember that this medication should not be used for more than a year.Embark upon adequate weight loss measures before it's too late, with Reductil. Buy Reductil through an online order and have it delivered at your doorstep. An online purchase can benefit you with the element of convenience but is cost-effective as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-707723335219135150?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/707723335219135150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=707723335219135150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/707723335219135150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/707723335219135150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-should-you-know-about-reductil.html' title='What Should You Know About &quot;Reductil&quot; ?'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-5766396534184077138</id><published>2007-04-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:18:11.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Never Argue with a Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")&lt;br /&gt;"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."&lt;br /&gt;"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.&lt;br /&gt;"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."&lt;br /&gt;"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-5766396534184077138?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/5766396534184077138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=5766396534184077138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5766396534184077138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5766396534184077138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-argue-with-woman.html' title='Never Argue with a Woman...'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-5583537733838683773</id><published>2007-04-22T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:26:09.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Costume Party</title><content type='html'>The kids had a costume party on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajar was her great grandmother, "Siddika Sharafuddeen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumayah was a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3abdul 3aziz was a Tide box!&lt;br /&gt;I think he was the funniest...&lt;br /&gt;We got a stationary store to scan the tide box into two huge posters and I stuck them to foam boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RiwLW-09e_I/AAAAAAAAABU/vneaWFmXcgs/s1600-h/Ø&amp;shy;ÙÙØ©+ØªÙÙØ±ÙØ©.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056428971080383474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RiwLW-09e_I/AAAAAAAAABU/vneaWFmXcgs/s320/%D8%AD%D9%81%D9%84%D8%A9+%D8%AA%D9%86%D9%83%D8%B1%D9%8A%D8%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RiwG7e09e-I/AAAAAAAAABM/ROgPvfwEpXM/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056424100587469794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RiwG7e09e-I/AAAAAAAAABM/ROgPvfwEpXM/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-5583537733838683773?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/5583537733838683773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=5583537733838683773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5583537733838683773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5583537733838683773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/04/costume-party.html' title='Costume Party'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RiwLW-09e_I/AAAAAAAAABU/vneaWFmXcgs/s72-c/%D8%AD%D9%81%D9%84%D8%A9+%D8%AA%D9%86%D9%83%D8%B1%D9%8A%D8%A9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-8518568842590744448</id><published>2007-04-22T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:36:34.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Hajar's Art Project (HOME)</title><content type='html'>Al7amdu Lillah, at the beginning of this semester we moved our kids to a private school called "Al- Fus7a," here in Madinah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alfusha.com/vb/index.php"&gt;http://www.alfusha.com/vb/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This school is a huge ni3ma (blessing) that Allah has blessed us with.&lt;br /&gt;My kids have been so busy and they never ever want to miss a Saturday (when we usually dread going to school) or a Wednesday (too lazy to go!) because the school has so many activities everyday and especially on those two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago, Hajar (11) was late giving in this art project to build a home, their teacher gave them a head start with the building, I gave her the ideas and I made the curtains. Sumayah and 3abdul 3aziz helped too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056357223651703698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RivKGu09e5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/F_PgvDrsRjM/s400/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curtains, and plant pots on window sills:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056391136713472946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/Rivo8u09e7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/bNDbJuZxS8g/s200/DSCN1097.JPG" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Laundry line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056402724535237570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RivzfO09e8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FduNlI-1FRU/s200/DSCN1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little pond and plants around it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056412955147336658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/Riv8yu09e9I/AAAAAAAAABE/JmnomPB8tfw/s200/DSCN1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-8518568842590744448?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/8518568842590744448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=8518568842590744448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8518568842590744448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/8518568842590744448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/04/hajars-art-project-home.html' title='Hajar&apos;s Art Project (HOME)'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RivKGu09e5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/F_PgvDrsRjM/s72-c/DSCN1092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-7184614155065001465</id><published>2007-04-10T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:02:53.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Naples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RhteTwa0kqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K_EvE9VnrrM/s1600-h/600px-Naples_panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051735100534067874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RhteTwa0kqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K_EvE9VnrrM/s400/600px-Naples_panorama.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naples (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Italian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Napoli, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neapolitan language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neapolitan_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neapolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Nàpule, from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Greek language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Νεάπολη &lt; Νέα Πόλις Néa Pólis 'New City') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Capital of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Campania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campania"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Campania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; region and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Province of Naples" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Province_of_Naples"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Province of Naples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. The city has a population of about 1 million. By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Largest European metropolitan areas" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Largest_European_metropolitan_areas"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Metropolitan area" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metropolitan_area"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;metropolitan area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of Naples is one of the largest in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Italy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, with more than 4,400,000 inhabitants. The inhabitants are known as Neapolitans, napoletani or poetically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Partenope" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Partenope"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;partenopei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Italian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (napulitane in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neapolitan language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neapolitan_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neapolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;). It is located halfway between the volcano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mount Vesuvius" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Vesuvius"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vesuvius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and a separate volcanic area, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Campi Flegrei" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campi_Flegrei"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Campi Flegrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, all part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Campanian volcanic arc" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campanian_volcanic_arc"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Campanian volcanic arc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is rich in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="History" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;historical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Art" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;artistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Culture" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; traditions and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gastronomy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gastronomy"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gastronomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Neapolitan language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neapolitan_language"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Neapolitan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ('o napulitano) is the colourful, rich dialect that has been a trademark of southern Italy ever since the period of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Kingdom of Naples" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingdom_of_Naples"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kingdom of Naples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Two Sicilies" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_Sicilies"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Two Sicilies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. This history, coupled with its size, has given Naples the unofficial status of being the Capital of the South (in Italy).&lt;br /&gt;The city is served by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Naples International Airport" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naples_International_Airport"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Naples International Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; at Capodichino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naples was founded between the 7th and 6th centuries BC by the Greeks and was given the name Neapolis.During the period of Roman domination, the town preserved its Greek language and customs. Following the Roman period, the city was dominated by many different groups of people (Byzantines, Lombards, Normans, Swabians, Angevins, Aragonese, Spaniards, Austrians, Bourbons and revolutionary French). Nowadays one can see the traces of all those rulers in the monuments, in the culture and in the habits of the town. In 1266 the Angevins moved the capital of the Kingdom of Sicily from Palermo to Naples. Sicily soon parted and formed an independent Kingdom of Sicily. After the &lt;a title="Congress of Vienna" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congress_of_Vienna"&gt;Congress of Vienna&lt;/a&gt; Naples became the capital of the united Kingdom of Two Sicilies. After a long period of decline following the creation of the Italian State over 100 years ago, the city is making strides in recovering its eminence as a center for culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naples has a typical Mediterranean climate. This means mild winters and hot summers. Rains concentrate during November and December and between March and April. Average temperature during the coldest month is 8° C. (48 F. ) whilst average temperature in July is 24° C. (75,2 F.). The mild climate and the geographical and morphologic richness of the bay of Naples made it famous during Roman times when emperors chose the city as a favorite holiday location. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beneath Naples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subterranean Naples consists of old Greco-Roman reservoirs dug out from the soft &lt;a title="Tuff" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuff"&gt;tufo stone&lt;/a&gt; on which, and from which, the city is built. Approximately one kilometer of the many kilometers of tunnels under the city can be visited from the well known "Napoli Sotteranea" situated in the historic centre of the city in &lt;a title="Via dei Tribunali (Naples)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Via_dei_Tribunali_(Naples)"&gt;Via dei Tribunali&lt;/a&gt;. There are also large &lt;a title="Catacombs of San Gennaro" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catacombs_of_San_Gennaro"&gt;catacombs&lt;/a&gt; in and around the city and other visits such as &lt;a title="Piscina Mirabilis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piscina_Mirabilis"&gt;Piscina Mirabilis&lt;/a&gt;, the main cistern serving the bay of Naples during Roman times. This system of tunnels and cisterns cover most of the city and lies approximately thirty metres below ground level. Moisture levels are around 70%. During &lt;a title="World War II" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt; these tunnels were used as &lt;a title="Air-raid shelter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Air-raid_shelter"&gt;air raid shelters&lt;/a&gt; and there are inscriptions in the walls which depict the suffering endured during that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food and drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naples is by tradition the home of &lt;a title="Pizza" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pizza"&gt;pizza&lt;/a&gt;. It is the birthplace of the Pizza Margherita, which traditionally is made with &lt;a title="Mozzarella" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mozzarella"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/a&gt; cheese, pomodoro (tomato) and basil -representing, respectively, the red, white, and green of the Italian flag. The pizza was named when it was served to &lt;a title="Margherita of Savoy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margherita_of_Savoy"&gt;Queen Margherita&lt;/a&gt; during a visit to the city. La vera pizza ("true pizza") is made in a wood-burning &lt;a title="Masonry oven" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masonry_oven"&gt;oven&lt;/a&gt; similar to a &lt;a title="Tandoori" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tandoori"&gt;Tandoori&lt;/a&gt; oven. There is a certification body that issues recognition to pizza places around the world that have been deemed to make true Neapolitan pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Melanzane alla parmigiana is a bake of layers of fried slices of &lt;a title="Eggplant" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eggplant"&gt;eggplant&lt;/a&gt; (aubergine, very often coated in egg and flour, or in a light batter), alternated with mozzarella, tomato sauce and &lt;a title="Parmesan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parmesan"&gt;parmesan&lt;/a&gt; (parmigiano) cheese (a less common version does not include mozzarella).&lt;br /&gt;Naples offers several kinds of unique pastry, the most famous of which is perhaps the &lt;a title="Babà" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BabÃ"&gt;Pastiera&lt;/a&gt;, a cake prepared for Easter. The babà (also known as savarin) is a mushroom-shaped piece of leavend sweet pastry, soaked with an orange flavoured mixture of &lt;a title="Rum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rum"&gt;ruhm&lt;/a&gt; and water. Choux is a small "bubble" of leavened pastry stuffed with light cream, usually coffee or chocolate flavored. The Pastiera is a cake with a complicated recipe, varying by the county in which it is prepared. The ingredients are typically annealed grain, eggs, and sometimes cream (it is sometimes made with boiled rice instead of grain in the area of Salerno), in a sort of short crust pastry with strips of pastry on the top making a sort of grid. Another typical Neapolitan pastry is the &lt;a title="Sfogliatella" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sfogliatella"&gt;Sfogliatella&lt;/a&gt; (riccia or frolla).&lt;br /&gt;Naples is also known for its ice cream (in Italian &lt;a title="Gelato" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gelato"&gt;gelato&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Neapolitan food forms the basis for much &lt;a title="Italian-American cuisine" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italian-American_cuisine"&gt;Italian-American cuisine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-7184614155065001465?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/7184614155065001465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=7184614155065001465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/7184614155065001465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/7184614155065001465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/04/naples.html' title='Naples...'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RhteTwa0kqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K_EvE9VnrrM/s72-c/600px-Naples_panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-7032048600629878780</id><published>2007-04-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T02:39:36.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morals'/><title type='text'>Beautifying the Issue of Free Mixing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) spoke the truth when he said, “I am not leaving behind any fitnah (trial, temptation) more harmful to men than women.” (Reported by al-Bukhaari, 4706). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) also said: “This world is sweet and dazzling, and Allaah has you put in charge of it to see how you will do and what you will do, so beware of this world and beware of women, for the&lt;strong&gt; first fitnah&lt;/strong&gt; (temptation, trial) that befell the Children of Israel was concerning &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt;.” (Reported by Muslim, 4925).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Messenger (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) also warned against having too relaxed an attitude towards the matter of women mixing with men who are not her mahrams, or who are only temporarily her mahrams, like her sister’s husband or her husband’s brother and so on. He (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “Beware of entering upon women.” They said, “O Messenger of Allaah, what do you think about the brother-in-law?” he said: “The brother in law is death.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Many people have a relaxed attitude towards the brother-in-law entering upon women, until some disaster happens as a result, that they never thought would happen because they trusted their brother-in-law! This is neglecting reality, because no man is alone with a (non-mahram) woman but the Shaytaan is the third one present with them, and no woman is exposed to temptation but she will give in, except for those on whom Allaah has mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victims of mixing… True stories&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm Muhammad, a mature woman over the age of 40, tells her story.&lt;br /&gt;I lived a life of modest means with my husband. There was never any closeness and harmony, and my husband did not have the kind of strong personality that a woman would hope for, but his good nature made me overlook the fact that I was the one who was responsible for most of the decision making in the family.&lt;br /&gt;My husband often used to mention the name of his friend and business partner, and he would talk about him in my presence, and I often used to meet with him in his office which was originally part of our apartment. This went on for many years, until circumstances led to us exchanging visits with this person and his family. These family visits were repeated and because of his close friendship with my husband, we did not notice how the number of visits increased and how many hours a single visit would last. He often used to come on his own to sit with us, me and my husband, for long visits. My husband’s trust in him knew no bounds, and as days passed I got to know this person very well, and saw how wonderful and decent he was. I began to feel a strong attraction towards this man, and at the same time I began to sense that the feeling was mutual.&lt;br /&gt;Things took a strange turn after that, when I realized that this man was the kind of person I had always dreamed about. Why had he come along now, after all these years? The more this man’s status increased in my eyes, the more my husband’s status diminished. It was as if I had needed to see the beauty of his character in order to discover how ugly my husband’s character was.&lt;br /&gt;The matter between this person and myself did not go beyond these persistent thoughts which were occupying my mind night and day. Neither he nor I ever voiced what we felt in our hearts… until today. Yet despite that my life is over and my husband is little more than a weak man with no self-esteem. I hate him and I do not know how all this hatred towards him started to boil over. I wonder how I put up with him all these years, bearing all these burdens by myself, facing life’s problems on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Things got so bad that I asked him for a divorce, and he divorced me at my request. After that he became a broken man. Even worse than that is that after my marriage was wrecked and my children and husband were devastated, problems arose in this man's family. His wife, with her feminine intuition, realized what had been going on in his heart of hearts, and his life became hell. She was overwhelmed with jealousy to the extent that one night she left her house at 2 a.m. and came to attack my house, screaming, weeping and hurling accusations. His marriage was also about to collapse.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that the lovely gatherings which we used to enjoy gave us the opportunity to get to know one another at a time that was not appropriate at this stage in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;His marriage has been wrecked and so has mine. I have lost everything, and now I know that my circumstances and his will not permit us to take any positive step towards coming together. Now I am more miserable than I have ever been, and I am looking for illusionary happiness and lost hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before it is too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.N.A. tells of her experience:&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that my work circumstances would force me to be in contact with the opposite sex (men), but this in fact is what happened…&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, I used to cover and screen myself from men by wearing niqaab (face-veil), but some of the sisters advised me that this dress was attracting more attention to my presence, and it would be better for me to take off the niqaab, especially since my eyes were somewhat attractive. So I removed the cover from my face, thinking that this was better. But by continuing to mix with my colleagues, I discovered that I was the odd one out because of my antisocial attitude and my insistence on not joining in the conversation and chatting with others. Everyone was wary of this “lone-wolf” woman (as they saw me), and this is what was stated clearly by one person who affirmed that he would not want to deal with such a snooty and stand-offish character. But I knew that I was the opposite, in fact, and I decided that I would not oppress myself and put myself in a difficult position with my colleagues. So I started to join in their chats and exchanges of anecdotes, and they all discovered that I could speak eloquently and persuasively, and that I could influence others. I could also speak in a manner that was determined yet at the same time was attractive to some of my colleagues. It was not long before I noticed some changes in the expression of my direct supervisor; with some embarrassment, he was enjoying the way I spoke and moved, and he would deliberately bring up topics in the conversation where I would see that hateful look in his eyes. I do not deny the fact that I started to entertain some thoughts about this man. I found it astonishing that a man could fall so easily into the trap of a woman who was religiously committed, so how must it be in the case of women who adorn themselves and invite men to commit immoral actions? In fact, I did not think of him in any way which went beyond the bounds of sharee’ah, but he did occupy a space in my thoughts for quite some time. But soon my self-respect made me reject the idea of being a source of enjoyment for this man in any way, shape or form, even if it was only psychological in nature, and I stopped getting involved in any kind of work that would force me to sit alone with him. In the end, I reached the following conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- Attraction between the sexes can occur in any circumstances, no matter how much men and women may deny that. The attraction may start within the bounds of sharee’ah and end up going beyond those bounds.&lt;br /&gt;2- Even if a person protects himself (by marriage), he is not safe from the snares of the Shaytaan.&lt;br /&gt;3- Even though a person may be able to guarantee himself and he works with the opposite sex within reasonable limits, he cannot guarantee the feelings of the other party.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there is nothing good in mixing and it does not bear fruit as they claim. On the contrary, it corrupts sound thinking.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the mixing which we see nowadays in our universities, market-places, work-places and family and social gatherings, taking place within the limits referred to above? Or are these places filled with transgressions in terms of clothing, speech, interactions and behaviour? We see wanton displays of adornment (tabarruj), not proper covering; we see fitnah (temptations) and dubious relationships, with no good manners and no conscience and no covering. We can conclude that the kind of mixing that is happening nowadays is unacceptable even to those who approve of mixing in a clean atmosphere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s about time for us to recognize that mixing provides a fertile breeding-ground for social poisons to invade and take over our society without anyone ever realizing that it is mixing which is the cause. Mixing is the prime element in this silent fitnah, in the shade of which betrayals erupt, homes are wrecked and hearts are broken. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We ask Allaah to keep us safe and sound, and to reform our society. May Allaah bless our Prophet Muhammad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-7032048600629878780?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/7032048600629878780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=7032048600629878780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/7032048600629878780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/7032048600629878780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/04/prophet-peace-and-blessings-of-allaah.html' title='Beautifying the Issue of Free Mixing'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-5058546000451653924</id><published>2007-04-02T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:00:23.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Lock-Pickin’ Business Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RhF8ev3bXSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jaMFo2Ba0k/s1600-h/lockpick_businesscard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048953524945902882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RhF8ev3bXSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jaMFo2Ba0k/s400/lockpick_businesscard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By Andrew Liszewski-&lt;br /&gt;I used to attend a lot of trade shows and on the last day before I checked out of my hotel room I always made sure to chuck all the business cards I had collected because quite frankly it was one less thing I had to deal with when I got back to the office. However I can guarantee I would have never thrown out a card like this.&lt;br /&gt;Designed by Jeni Mattson this business card was created for someone named Melvin who is apparently known as a “hacker” and “all around mischief maker.” …Right. Well apparently he wanted something to give to friends and clients that best represented his line of work so the lockpick concept was chosen. Besides being just plain cool the various tools can also be removed from the card and used for all your breaking &amp;amp; entering needs.&lt;br /&gt;While I have no idea what the per unit cost for something like this would be, there’s no doubt it would make quite an impression on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.ohgizmo.com"&gt;www.ohgizmo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206608836969398842-5058546000451653924?l=sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/feeds/5058546000451653924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=206608836969398842&amp;postID=5058546000451653924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5058546000451653924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206608836969398842/posts/default/5058546000451653924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sipping-cappuccino.blogspot.com/2007/04/lock-pickin-business-card.html' title='Lock-Pickin’ Business Card'/><author><name>Cappuccino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227812681431512810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9qhjubX-1Q/RhF8ev3bXSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jaMFo2Ba0k/s72-c/lockpick_businesscard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206608836969398842.post-6911282806250774759</id><published>2007-03-24T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:09:56.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Studying, Studying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Studying with marriage and kids is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hardest thing a woman can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been studying since I got married and it's not getting easier. I finished high school with my two daughters and then I had my son. I entered the university with three kids, which was O.K. at first. As the kids got older, their demands became bigger. I went to lectures sometimes and "showed my face" as much as I can so the teachers would remember me and not give me "F"s I didn't deserve. When I moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madinah&lt;/span&gt;, the university here didn't accept me (on hearing the word "external" they will treat you like a roach) so, I stayed with K.A.U. in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeddah&lt;/span&gt; as an external student and here starts the nightmare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The external student's schedules come out 2-3 weeks after the regular students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After fixing our schedules, it takes 2-3 weeks to find out who is going to teach us that so-and-so course and where to get the books for that so-and-so teacher. Of course this takes hours of useless phone calls to some grumpy people who have our futures in their hands, the secretary of the European Languages department, and the old man at the photocopying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maktabah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll go to check on something and I find out, two weeks before the finals, that the teacher changed the poems and stories she wants us to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once someone gave me the wrong times to the exams and I missed an exam by 30 minutes. I went to the uni just to make sure she got it right. Al7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amdu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lillah&lt;/span&gt; the teacher was very cooperative and gave me the test right away at her office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once a teacher changed the time of the exam and I found someone to call her majesty and she said to come the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you check the website &lt;a href="http://www.kau.edu.sa/"&gt;www.kau.edu.sa&lt;/a&gt; you will NOT find that the course descriptions have not been posted until now. We are half way through the semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have to put up with all these things and take care of a husband and kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no one to explain anything to me accept by searching &lt;a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/"&gt;www.sparknotes.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.monkeynotes.com/"&gt;www.monkeynotes.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our finals are from 100 and the whole book must be covered. No chapters are cut out like regular students, and our exams are not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They say external students don't get jobs easily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have 4 kids now, and two very difficult semesters are ahead of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Although he thinks I'm not doing what I really want (painting, reading) and should do (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tarbiya&lt;/span&gt;), my husband helps &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;, Al7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amdu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lillah&lt;/span&gt;. He teaches my older daughter (11 years) all her subjects and that's the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and since we external students study the whole book in very short periods of time and take one final exam from 100, and since we go through so much suffering, I think the Uni should give us special degrees when we graduate. 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