<?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-18933504</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:40:44.386Z</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-557225836090429238</id><published>2011-09-23T08:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:24:34.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling in the deep</title><content type='html'>By special request, i have decided to update my blog... thank u to my one loyal reader (your cheque's in the post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a quick update since i last blogged...&lt;br /&gt;Paris was an awesome trip hanging out with my 2 best friends, we didn't sleep under the eiffel tower in the end, we decided on a hotel instead much to my dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome spring/summer with weddings and shopping and hen do's and hag do's (hen + stag) etc...and sorting out dresses wasn't a piece of cake at all, since the batch from India arrived literally on the day i was going to wear them, luckily they turned out as I wanted and they did actually fit (which anyone who has ordered clothes from India before will know is quite an achievement).. In other news, my dad moved to Liverpool 6 months ago but I'm still in Essex.... living the dream... Got's me a new nephew who is now 5 months old... gtg.. got our team meeting in a bit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-557225836090429238?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/557225836090429238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=557225836090429238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/557225836090429238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/557225836090429238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/rolling-in-deep.html' title='Rolling in the deep'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-292713384323464171</id><published>2011-03-13T20:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:28:26.398Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my best friend is getting married soon, we're going  to Paris next month as a sort of a hen do, still haven't booked our hotel for that yet.. We'll be sleeping under the Eiffel tower at this rate! But April is going to be a good month for me.. With Paris and my sister in law expectin in April and all the time off work I'll be taking for that!  But until then i shall be spending every weekend in much the same way I spent this weekend.. Sorting out dresses for the wedding season and co-ordinating the outfits with my friends and cousins... It's actually more fun than it sounds..sorted outfits for my cousin's weding this weekend, and now I just needs to sort out dresses for my 2 best friends weddings...Piece if cake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-292713384323464171?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/292713384323464171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=292713384323464171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/292713384323464171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/292713384323464171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-my-best-friend-is-getting-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8111356721680750923</id><published>2010-11-15T14:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:11:04.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Sooooo... i'm moving to essex with my dad next week. I have a contract at Ford so I'll be working there.&lt;br /&gt;I've found replacements/tied up what i'm doing here so I can leave without leaving anyone in the lurch... I know this move is not going to be like uni, i'll be living in chav city where the rent is cheap (at least to begin with) and off-licences are a plenty and I i'll be working with middle-aged men... but the pay is good and the canteen is brill so can't complain (and i'm going to come home every weekend)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and incase you're worried, I have reassured my friends I wouldnt come back as a face-lifted, nose-jobbed, tummy-tucked, mini-skirted and white stilletoed socialite (but i didn't say anything about not returning a WAG, so there's my loop hole...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8111356721680750923?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8111356721680750923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8111356721680750923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8111356721680750923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8111356721680750923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6382323496976011739</id><published>2010-11-08T22:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:13:56.924Z</updated><title type='text'>girls just wanna have fun</title><content type='html'>this past year alone has seen 5 of my friends get hitched! not to mention the ones before! they did always predict i'd be the last one to get hitched and i feel like i'm still 16 inside!! none of my uni friends are hitched... its this place, its ageing me and everyone in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6382323496976011739?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6382323496976011739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6382323496976011739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6382323496976011739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6382323496976011739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='girls just wanna have fun'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-88672159411356847</id><published>2010-07-27T13:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:43:31.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>notice you, noticing me</title><content type='html'>i jus read an msn article about 10 things men hate seeing women wear and i was quite suprised to find gladiator sandals, leggings, headbands, oversized sunglasses and leggings all on the list! i love wearing all of those things!!! i wonder if that's really true, i'm going to have to ask...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-88672159411356847?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/88672159411356847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=88672159411356847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/88672159411356847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/88672159411356847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/notice-you-noticing-me.html' title='notice you, noticing me'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6870405971613618288</id><published>2010-07-13T21:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T12:19:42.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>when i get older, i will be stronger, they'll call me freedom, just like a waving flag</title><content type='html'>my mums tricked me for the last time! i don't know how she does it, she took me to wakefield on friday saying i'd put mendhi (henna) on one or two little kids and then we could go and so naively i went... i was sat at a stall at a junior school summer fair putting mendhi on little kids for 2 hours! i had kids comin up to me sayin "miss, miss can you draw me a pony?" "miss can you draw me a skull"&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know how my mum does it, like i know for a fact that wakefield is a crap place to shop, i know its completely dead, i went there when i was 15, it was dead then and its even deader now! but she's still managed to convince me to go there 3 times in the past year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6870405971613618288?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6870405971613618288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6870405971613618288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6870405971613618288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6870405971613618288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-i-get-older-i-will-be-stronger.html' title='when i get older, i will be stronger, they&apos;ll call me freedom, just like a waving flag'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-2242201156518585024</id><published>2010-07-03T18:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:48:35.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>typo</title><content type='html'>jus realised i made a few spelling mistakes in that last post... i seem to have misspelt germany and holland (i spelt it as "argentina" and "brazil" by mistake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i just got bak from my cousins wedding in morocco, it was quite a  grand affair, completely different to other weddings i been to, but it was refreshing to go to a wedding and not have 20 different ppl ask me "so, wen r u gettin married?" i hate when ppl as me that, what do they expect me to say?- june 17th 2013?? i don't know! it's like asking some1 "so, when r u going to die?"&lt;br /&gt;another question i hate is "are u looking (for a guy)?" to me, that question means "do u check out guys?" and of course the answer to that question is "ever since i hit puberty, maybe a little before" silly ppl with silly questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-2242201156518585024?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2242201156518585024/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-7517368603556412618</id><published>2010-06-20T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:02:10.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are now, entertain us</title><content type='html'>so the world cup is upon us and if i was a betting (wo)man my money would be on argentina (or maybe brazil, i guess), the european teams have been.... uninspiring i think is the word... didnt find they played well or were entertainign to watch, unlike the brazil vs ivory coast game just now, lol at the referee with the second handball goal, i cud just imagine that convo with the player,&lt;br /&gt;"u didnt handball that ball then did u??"&lt;br /&gt;"Noooooo of course not, would i lie to you?"&lt;br /&gt;"phew, for a minute then i thort u hand balled twice! silly me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though at times, in the midst of all that diving i wondered wether the brazilians would make better actors, all that rolling around in pure agony just becoz they ran into someone, but ivory coast taught them a valuable lesson in diving with that poetic sending off.... ohh the drama of football...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7517368603556412618?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7517368603556412618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7517368603556412618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7517368603556412618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7517368603556412618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-we-are-now-entertain-us.html' title='here we are now, entertain us'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-240630457483614545</id><published>2010-06-14T21:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:05:19.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>i got bak from my travels last week (went to bali, langkawi and to kuala lumpur to see our frends), we literally just booked return flights to bali for a week with 2 nights accomodation in the first 2 nights so we wouldn't be stranded... stayed in seminyak for 2 nights but it was a bit too quiet for our liking with not enough life, so we walked along the beach to legion where we found a local travel agent and booked ourselved 2 days in Ubud, which is apparently the cultural heart of bali..&lt;br /&gt;there isn't really much to do in ubud excpet walk through rice fields and there is a "market" of sorts&lt;br /&gt;...well now it is a market but jus the sort that sells the same tatty stuff on every stall, not the "hand made by local craftsmen" haven we had dreamed of (in fact, the plane to bali was probably the only thing that was hand made by local craftsmen)... then we walked through the famed rice fields to an "organic vegetarian restuarant" that served both meat and fish. we asked one of the other tables wots good and were assured the food was just wonderful and they recomended us wot to order. so we ordered. my order turned out to be cold vegetables in vinegar (not nice at all) which i even doubt was organic and as for shima... well... shima ordred wot turned out to be hummous and rice with a side of rice, so enough said&lt;br /&gt;a day trip is more than enough to see wot ubud is all about, so we decided to ditch ubud and head to kutta, which we loved for all the reasons people hated (its busy, bustling and full of aussie surfers ;)). we chilled on the beach, went snorkeling, etc and went to lambogan, toured the island a little and just relaxed&lt;br /&gt;bali itself isn't a tropical paradise with white sandy beaches or good shopping or even good food but we had an amazing time there, i guess coz we were quite close when we were in our teens then drifted apart during uni and now we picked up where we left off- being giggling immature little girls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-240630457483614545?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-5728330087210919842</id><published>2010-05-14T17:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:39:28.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coalition</title><content type='html'>i really feel like i should say something about the political situation but i don't really hav a very strong political opinion and know embarasingly little about it but i do think david cameron and nick clegg make an extremely cute couple, especially in their recent press conference where nick clegg pretended to walk off it was soo cute, the way they'd stare lovingly and at times intently as the other spoke, me and my sister were just watchin and couldn't help but smile and say "awww"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5728330087210919842?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-3826909825855250051</id><published>2010-04-29T12:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T12:55:33.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bright blue sky</title><content type='html'>cnt beleev its almost may already! wow doesnt time fly, still havent got round to bookin my winter getaway!&lt;br /&gt; i've warmer weathers to look forward to now anyways, and i seem to be gettin lazier by the day, can't beleev wen my dad said tht i'm a lazy bum and i seem to take my mess with me wereva i go and that my sister's a hard working, go getter! soo not true, my sisters gettin lazier by the day too, just yestrday i told her to open my ballot papers and fill out all my voting forms for me coz i can't be doin with readin all them papers they send, (readings not my thing) and she refused sayin she couldn't be bothrd!! she's soo lazy, and she won't even cook for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-3826909825855250051?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3826909825855250051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=3826909825855250051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3826909825855250051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3826909825855250051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/bright-blue-sky.html' title='bright blue sky'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8857111055012758307</id><published>2010-03-26T15:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:25:41.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Chicken run</title><content type='html'>the chickens tried to make a run for it the other day but luckily my brother saw them, just as well bcoz i wasn't gonna chase chickens down our street in my dressing gown like some sorta crazy person. &lt;br /&gt;i'd quite like to own a farm and some livestock some day, but for now, i'd rather eat our chickens.  ppl find that "barbaric" or somthin wen i say tht, but i dnt get it, it's not like they're vegetarians themselves.  even my mum, altho she's prepared to cook it, she won't eat it! i know ppl say its weird to eat the animal you looked after but i jus dnt understand that concept at all, its not like we adopted it as our own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8857111055012758307?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8857111055012758307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8857111055012758307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8857111055012758307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8857111055012758307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/chicken-run.html' title='Chicken run'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8463716738019661479</id><published>2010-02-22T09:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:59:48.926Z</updated><title type='text'>chicken &amp; chicken husband</title><content type='html'>so we got some chickens yesterday, we couldnt have picked a better day, with the snow and that.  i thort we were getting a chicken and a man chicken, i was even gonna call the man chicken chiku and its wife adam (after my little brother) but we got 4 women chicken instead (guess ill still call 2 of them chiku and adam)... so today i need to get some hay/straw for them but i got no idea where to buy that from.  my cousin said tesco sells it but i dont really fancy going into tesco and asking where they put the hay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8463716738019661479?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8463716738019661479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8463716738019661479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8463716738019661479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8463716738019661479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/chicken-chicken-husband.html' title='chicken &amp; chicken husband'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4853211178096494736</id><published>2010-01-26T14:43:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:53:04.511Z</updated><title type='text'>A quest</title><content type='html'>isn't it annoying when you get asked the same question 20 times. it could be when you meet several people in a day and they all ask (as a convo starter ) "how r u today?" or it could be more prolonged like, like a question u've answered 1000 times over a 5 year period like "so what made u do engineering?" well im the sort of person that dnt like repeating themselves so i try and come up with exotic new ways to answer the same question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another question that keeps coming up is "what are your &lt;em&gt;hobbies&lt;/em&gt;?" (wen u meet foreign ppl who can't speak english very well, this is one of the first few phrases they've learnt for that special time when they meet an english speaking person lol).&lt;br /&gt;as annoying as this question is repeated, i couldn't help but notice that i must come accross as a pretty boring person. of course the true answer is "not a lot, watch tv, shopping, go out, gym" and thats been the truth for longer than i care to remember. in fact i noticed that i must do those things a lot when my instructor actually noticed when i wore a new pair of trainers and gym shirt! (not because i'm that disgustin and always wear the same exercise t-shirt, i have about 5 or 6 that i rotate round.. eherm.... anyways...) Soooooo i'm now on a quest to find a "&lt;em&gt;hobby"&lt;/em&gt; so i can come up with more exotic answers, and i thought i'd document this wondrous journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you see, the problem is, i'm not a very charitable, patient, enthusiastic or a particularly skilled person which makes this quest quite difficult. I decided that i shud have reached the maturity to to be charitable now.&lt;br /&gt;So i worked with children, and this particular sitation sums my experience up: i was teaching a child phonics and to sound out the letter G. "g" "g" "g!" i made him repeat it 20 times looking at the letter, then i stopped, and came bak to it few minutes later and asked what sound the letter G made and he said "Juh!" ARGGHH i felt like bangin my head against a wall!!! (the stiation is more a reflection on me and my lack of patience then on the child) ...but i did gain a new found respect for my primary school teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided i should work with adults so i went to volunteer at a centre for adults with disabilities so i went all enthusiastic and smiling like something the sunshine threw up. It was quite active but then this old man (he had a mental disability) took a shine to me and followed me around everywhere and staring at me intently and he kept touching my back/shoulder and it just freaked me out, even more than when i was on raisa's laptop and stumbled accross an email account that had my name @google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the quest continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4853211178096494736?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4853211178096494736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4853211178096494736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4853211178096494736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4853211178096494736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/quest.html' title='A quest'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-3155869853323855708</id><published>2009-12-11T14:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:48:42.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Riddle me this</title><content type='html'>I've been offered a job which if i accept i will have to move to london permanantly within 3 weeks.  the job sounds fun but the pros and cons kinda balance out so i dnt really know wot to do, but i gotta make up my mind sharpish since it starts in abt 3 weeks.... decision time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-3155869853323855708?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3155869853323855708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=3155869853323855708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3155869853323855708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3155869853323855708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle me this'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8069405282096866361</id><published>2009-11-29T20:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:49:38.371Z</updated><title type='text'>wierd, the things u do abroad</title><content type='html'>i was jus thinkin about all the times i've eaten something out of politeness...&lt;br /&gt;c normally i'm v fussy about what i eat, salmon is about as adventurous as ill go when it comes to seafood and as for meat nothin more than chicken or lamb well done (i'm quite a simple folk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm abroad i find it rude to say no to food that the locals offer (if its halal), so i've eaten seafood like squids, crabs, oyster sauce (and goodness knows what else) because often ther's also a language barrier and u dnt wanna be acting out every animal to see what your eating!&lt;br /&gt; so i've ended up eating wierd things like yak cheese, camel meat and most recently i was eating with my host family who were the nicest, politest people u'd ever meet and also very insistant.. they bort food to the table and it looked like medium-rare meat :s ..."its ok, i've been in this situation before and i've eaten med-rare beef and it was quite nice" i said to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i didnt want to think abt it 2 much and manage to cut a small piece and i put in my mouth, and it wasn't normal meat...it was som organ! :s i could see the pinky-ness of it, it wasnt even seasoned with anything or washed and i could see (wot i thort) was the blood on the plate and i realised that i had the rare heart of som animal in my mouth!!!&lt;br /&gt;ewwww i still remember wot it tasted like, and i couldnt swallow it but i couldn't not swallow it coz that wuda been mega rude. so i jus kinds was swirling it round my mouth wen they started noticing, so i just bit a huge chunk of bread and swallowed it all without chewing it! urgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8069405282096866361?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8069405282096866361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8069405282096866361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8069405282096866361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8069405282096866361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/wierd-things-u-do-abroad.html' title='wierd, the things u do abroad'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4655753391321598761</id><published>2009-10-21T14:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:02:34.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Micheal McIntyre</title><content type='html'>After about 2-3 years of youtube stalking, i finally went to watch micheal  mcintyre with my sister, and he was hilarious! the thing i love most about him is that he can make the most mundane and boring thing funny, he isn't one of those talentless "commedians" that you'd see in som loser club in leeds that stand there making jokes about sex, religion, politics and blonds- any1 can make those jokes, i can make thsoe jokes!&lt;br /&gt;but before that we ate at a restaurant where our table was next to a man in drag (yes its the childish side of me that must blog about the man in drag!), i don't know what made him stand out more, the fact that he was dressed as a woman or that he was eating alone , well anyways it made us reminisce about when we took that wrong turning in San Fransisco and ended up in rainbow land...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4655753391321598761?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4655753391321598761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4655753391321598761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4655753391321598761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4655753391321598761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/micheal-mcintyre.html' title='Micheal McIntyre'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4665645301935521291</id><published>2009-09-12T21:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:36:56.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet child</title><content type='html'>all the food i ate in malaysia has been haunting and taunting me these past few days, the ice cold fresh sugar cane juice, the steaks, the rice, the iced chocolates, the cheesecakes...&lt;br /&gt;...but it wasn't all roses. in fact, one of the most heartbreaking things i came across was when i went to a HIV home and i met two 6 year olds who were HIV+ one of their parents was in jail and the other died of aids (they weren't siblings). But they were so happy and sweet and beautiful and ever so playful, if you didn't already know, then you wouldn't ever guess their backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people (including me) wouldn't feel comfotable being around people with HIV but in fact, you're probably more of a threat to them (especiall if you have a cold) then they are to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4665645301935521291?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4665645301935521291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4665645301935521291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4665645301935521291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4665645301935521291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-child.html' title='Sweet child'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-343873436382056722</id><published>2009-09-03T07:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:10:02.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>going home</title><content type='html'>well am all packed and ready to go bak to england now.  it's been brilliant seeing all my friends again and spending my birthday on a tropical island... i've certainly met some very interesting people along my travels, some of whom i'm glad i'll never see again and some i would like to bump into again.  i got quite used to life in KL, i even went to the gym regular, "True Fitness" in Sri Hartamas.  great gym i'd reccommend it to anyone, makes the one at home look like a dump, the classes were fantastic, the staff were fiendly and because i was so keen they let me come for free.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things that i'll miss here but one thing that i do miss about england is breathing in that cold crisp morning air...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-343873436382056722?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/343873436382056722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=343873436382056722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/343873436382056722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/343873436382056722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-home.html' title='going home'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-87967795992779606</id><published>2009-08-05T11:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:34:42.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sentul</title><content type='html'>i'm moving to the orphanage tomorrow where i shall be working for the rest of my stay now.  may/may not be able to update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-87967795992779606?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/87967795992779606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=87967795992779606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/87967795992779606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/87967795992779606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentul.html' title='sentul'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-3201767817593259172</id><published>2009-07-31T12:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:35:16.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fish spa</title><content type='html'>today, me and nadia went to the fish spa, where they have these small fishes that nibble away at the dead skin cells on your feet for abt half an hour and then after... we ate fish, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i'd edit this blog since no-one got that i was jus jokin wen i said we ate the fish after...i mean that would be jus wrong, wouldnt it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-3201767817593259172?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3201767817593259172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=3201767817593259172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3201767817593259172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3201767817593259172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/fish-spa.html' title='fish spa'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7302683513711117877</id><published>2009-07-28T14:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:52:30.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pasar (market)</title><content type='html'>Had a nice relaxing day today, one thing i like about homestay is that u get to really see the culture. today i went with iffah's mum to the market to get some fishballs for dinner, see the local goldsmith and then went shopping with iffah's sister and in the evening i had fishball soup and noodles for dinner... then out the blue i suddenly felt guilty for having come to KL alone against my fathers will... my dads never really approved of any of my "adventures" like Uganda, Italy, etc but it never really bothrd me. suppose that's what made em more tempting... so why the guilt? ...could it be?? oh no... no,,, please don't tell me am growing up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7302683513711117877?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7302683513711117877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7302683513711117877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7302683513711117877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7302683513711117877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/pasar-market.html' title='pasar (market)'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6840493588475503019</id><published>2009-07-27T12:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:31:27.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>selamet pagi malaysia!</title><content type='html'>wow do malays like spicy food! i thought my taste buds were already well adapted for me to brave any cuisine from mexico to pakistan and beyond... guess i was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;but as the days go by, i am realising more and more jus how much the british people are being scammed- from the price of houses to the price of food but i suppose we make up for it in safe driving! i swear the lane markings here are just there for decorative purposes and fizah's driving-WOW! keeps you at the edge of your seat, man she owns the road, i'm more used to slowing down when i go round a road bends but fizah sees it as a challenge and speeds right up! here, silly little things like speed limits and road markings are for losers... mind you, i've been in far worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6840493588475503019?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6840493588475503019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6840493588475503019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6840493588475503019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6840493588475503019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/selamet-pagi-malaysia.html' title='selamet pagi malaysia!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8709010558108047155</id><published>2009-07-21T21:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:54:27.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kuala lumpur</title><content type='html'>goin to malaysia tomorrow for 6 weeks wooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8709010558108047155?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8709010558108047155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8709010558108047155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8709010558108047155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8709010558108047155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/kuala-lumpur.html' title='kuala lumpur'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7363801971336117699</id><published>2009-06-21T21:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:01:22.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerous</title><content type='html'>does anyone know who these wierd sikh ppl r? they sorta com up2 u and r like "u look very lucky" and they guess wot number or colour yor guessing and apparently they do magician like stuff, they've approached me a few times in Manchester and once in Wakefield but i gave them the standard snarl and an abrupt brush off for disturbing me as i shop... in other news i quit my job cos i was jus so damm bored of it and i've started a beginners course in indoor rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wow at micheal schumacher being the stig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7363801971336117699?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7363801971336117699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7363801971336117699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7363801971336117699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7363801971336117699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/dangerous.html' title='dangerous'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6518281179285868449</id><published>2009-05-16T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:40:33.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>an interview less likely</title><content type='html'>I was surfing the net on Monday and I came across this marketing company in Leeds, they had an interesting website, but it was all about how they nurture their employees and what a great environment is, they had like 2 sentences on wot the company actually did, "above the line, direct marketing" whatever that meant... so I called them to ask what they actually did...&lt;br /&gt;"Well... it's a client facing role, rather varied, sales presentations, etc kind of hard to describe"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm... well then who are your clients? What industry do you specialise in?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"All sorts really, we deal with everyone like npower, charities, and basically just anyone."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm still not clear on what you do, what are your typical day to day activities?"&lt;br /&gt;"you know what, the owner can tell you more about that so it's probably best I book you in for a first round interview"&lt;br /&gt;"...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for the interview on Tuesday which was just a 5 min talk on how the company is structured and how they use direct marketing tactics to flourish during a recession and how it's a niche market unsaturated in Leeds area and most companies use them to generate sales and how effective what they do is.  He still didn't tell me what they actually did and when I asked he said they approach the clients directly through events like fashion shows, motor events, etc.  Interesting I thought, not bad going to fashion shows etc for a job. &lt;br /&gt;So I assumed they reached people by attending fashion shows and arranging events and made presentations on their tactics to win big orders with big blue chip companies.  That’s what it sounded like anyways.  They said they didn't use media like tv because it was cheaper and more effective to be more direct so before the interview I was afraid it was one of those companies that just wrote different types of junk mail, but it didn’t seem that way after the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a call later that day saying I was put through for the evaluation day.&lt;br /&gt;"What’s involved?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"basically, you work shadow someone in the company for a day and we observe your personality, see if you would fit into this company, because it's company of young ppl, and we hold regular socials, etc and have a good team atmosphere and just to see if you fit the bill.  Its a 12-9 day and make sure you wear flats as you will be on your feet most of the day"&lt;br /&gt;"Well ok, Fridays good for me" sounds ok.  Guess it must be a fast-paced job doing lots of different things and if I’m work shadowing someone I’ll finally get to know what they actually do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went down on Friday, and he introduced me to the guy I would be work shadowing, and he said we had to go down to Wakefield to see the clients.  Ok I thought, so I asked what they were doing and they said they were raising awareness of the WWF, (world wildlife federation).  Didn’t know they had an office in Wakefield and how exactly were they going to do this? I was imagining PowerPoint presentations, organising events to reach the public… but I asked anyways and he said, “We’re targeting about 100 houses”&lt;br /&gt;“… you mean like door to door?” I asked as the penny dropped on what ‘above the line direct marketing in client facing roles’ was… door to door salesmen!&lt;br /&gt;“yeh, if we target 100 houses, we’ll probably score like 5-10 monthly donations”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We whipped round the 100 houses surprisingly fast, the time just flew by and most of the people weren’t in anyways.  And the guy was a really good salesman, it was interesting watching his tactics and we had a good laugh, he was the sorta guy you’d wanna chill with.  So anyways after we’d finished the 100 houses, I thought ‘alright, relatively painless, get back to Leeds, get some lunch…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So we’ve done the 100 houses, didn’t the time just fly by?” he said&lt;br /&gt;“yeh it sure did, so what now?”&lt;br /&gt;“now we go for a second round, target those houses where no-one was in”&lt;br /&gt;“errr…ok” :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second round seemed longer and after we did that, he turned and said, “now we go for a third round, target those houses where no-one was in the first or second time”&lt;br /&gt;I think you can see where I’m going with this but I was pretty good and stuck it out until the fourth round… it was absolutely pissing it down, I got so soaked that the water was dripping down my face (ask me about this story in person for the unedited version) and I was like, “mate, I’ll go wait in the car” it was abt 8pm by then and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast! So after he finished up, we went back to Leeds where I had a final test and interview and they ended up giving me a provisional start date, and I felt really bad saying no because, all in all we’d had a good laugh, they were good guys and I’d been pretending to be interested in sales during the day… so now they think I’m gonna be working for them :s&lt;br /&gt;By the time I arrived in dews it was like 11 and I couldn’t bare the thought of walking all the way to my car so I got my dad to pick me up and drive me to where I’d parked my car.  I’m sooo not working as a Saleswoman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6518281179285868449?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6518281179285868449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6518281179285868449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6518281179285868449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6518281179285868449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/interview-less-likely.html' title='an interview less likely'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-3099654954533478398</id><published>2009-05-10T20:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:59:48.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming</title><content type='html'>my mum made me go swimming this week.  i kept tellin her i can't swim, the last time i went swimming was........ well.... it was before uni, actualy i never went during my A-levels, so definately before my GCSE's.  actualy, i don't think i've ever approached a pool of water with the intent of swimming in it!  i mean i know how to swim, i've seen "the little mermaide", so i know how its done but i'm just not very strong. &lt;br /&gt;But u know me, ill give anything a shot if only to fail at it miserably.  And so, i struggled against the water, thrashing my legs wildly, panting hard and straining my neck to keep my head afloat and stop myself breathing in the chlorine water, swinging my arms continuously despite the lactic acid burns reaching one end of the pool, then the other! yes, i swam... 4 full lengths! WOOP! WOOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-3099654954533478398?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3099654954533478398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=3099654954533478398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3099654954533478398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3099654954533478398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/swimming.html' title='swimming'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-5368179773964097278</id><published>2009-04-12T16:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:10:40.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a small town girl</title><content type='html'>me and raisa went for a photoshoot on thursday (raisa scored a free photoshoot... so we thort wot the hell), which was great fun, i dresed up like a cowboy with the hat i got from tijuana (like i do at every opportunity i get), and i also took my uncomfortably high heeled ruby red shoes... the make up artist even painted me a new face!&lt;br /&gt;it was almost as if she saw me and thort "my oh my this shall never do" and then painted me some new skin with a paint brush, drew me new eyes, eyebrows and lips and coloured them in. the photographer took like 100 different photo's in all sorts of poses, sat on a piano for one of them but i don't really photograph very well so i didn't feel compelled to buy many despite the pushy sales lady and confusing maths... i think she tried to set us up with like a £2000 deal with mothly installments of £60... or something equally rediculous but she musta read our facial expressions coz she pushed more for the £200 package but im just not that vain...&lt;br /&gt;afterwards i found that krispie kremes have finally reached the north and that there are 3 stores in manchester well actually it wasn't really an accidental discovery, raisa had located all 3 on a detailed map with clear instructions on how to get to them from the studio and train station beforehand... oh and did i mention my weight gain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5368179773964097278?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5368179773964097278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=5368179773964097278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5368179773964097278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5368179773964097278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-town-girl.html' title='a small town girl'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-3301400480776931124</id><published>2009-04-06T12:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:31:41.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>where do we go now</title><content type='html'>when i was at high school, there used to be this boy in my class, u know the sort, skinny, glasses, a genius at every academic subject.  i always imagined he'd be a brain surgeon or my boss in 15 years or just something big so i got in touch with him recently to see what he'd been upto since high school.  and he told me he made a bad choice of a-levels, studied language (yes, language!) at uni, realised his mistake, dropped out after the first year and now works locally for a small business. wot a waste of a talent i thought, he could have been anything...&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's why i like my job, it feels good to help these kids and develop their confidence and when you see that look on their face when the penny drops and they think "oh yeah, that's a good point."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-3301400480776931124?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3301400480776931124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=3301400480776931124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3301400480776931124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3301400480776931124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-do-we-go-now.html' title='where do we go now'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-9016564350185473420</id><published>2009-03-19T22:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:19:59.718Z</updated><title type='text'>family</title><content type='html'>never beleev wot my sister jus sed to me, she's said "yeh but u like all men in their 30's" i was like "WOT?! don't be so rediculous, kevin bacon is 50, scott weiland, brad pitt and johnny depp are all in their 40's and in fact the only guy in his 30's that i liked was a lecturer at uni" (he wasn't old and grey, he was young and fit), lol im jus messing... but i do find my family rather amusing from my crazy cousin raisa and her wild antics to my little nephew who says the days of the weeks as "Monday, wensday, spring, summer..." awww isnt tht cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-9016564350185473420?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9016564350185473420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=9016564350185473420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/9016564350185473420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/9016564350185473420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7139732427276637468</id><published>2009-02-21T22:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:03:27.360Z</updated><title type='text'>february's update</title><content type='html'>well it feels like i havent posted anything in a while, and i try to update at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;things aren't going well, i still don't really know what i want to do jobwise, jobhuntin for a graduate position aint going well, hardly any of the white working class boys have turned up for their mentoring and i've put on half a stone!!  urgh this is everyone elses fault but mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7139732427276637468?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7139732427276637468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7139732427276637468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7139732427276637468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7139732427276637468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/februarys-update.html' title='february&apos;s update'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7516988327496825217</id><published>2009-01-30T12:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:20:44.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Its a small world</title><content type='html'>I went to the dentist this morning, i walk in and the dentist is like, "zaynab? from..." and he names a few the friends i used to hang around with when i was 14.  but i still didnt recognise him, then as he was checking my teeth, i saw his name tag and it clicked! omg it was one of them.. a group of lads couple of years above us when i was 14/15, i used to hate him and his frends!! i remember various name calling, waterfights, etc and now he was my dentist! he asked if i rememberd yet after he finished and i was like "yeh... i used to hate you and yor frends" lol, u hate someone wen yor a kid, forget all about them, then...BAM!! 8 years later they're yor dentist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7516988327496825217?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7516988327496825217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7516988327496825217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7516988327496825217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7516988327496825217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-small-world.html' title='Its a small world'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-5688790408828002478</id><published>2009-01-09T11:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:37:16.058Z</updated><title type='text'>a job? moi???</title><content type='html'>im slowly adjusting to the cold now, only a few days ago i was like "omg how did i eva liv in this country" but now that i dnt move from the heater, its all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i realised i need to master the art of sounding like i've been up for hours when a phone call wakes me up at 11am on a weekday, this mornign it was my employer asking if i want to work another day, "i havent even started the job yet and besides, im struggling coming to terms with the fact that ive actually committed myself to 2 days a week until june!" i thought to myself but i simply replied "no thank you"&lt;br /&gt;so i start my new job next week lol actually its my first job ever. i'm working as a mentor for kids at a high school in leeds, it was meant to be for "black and minority ethnics" thats the role i applied for but they also put me down for "white working class" but am gonna b optimistic and not assume that means chavs, but i swear the guy (my employer) was almost sniggering as he sed "yeh we've er.. also put u down with white working class", still i like a challenge and am not one to judge :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5688790408828002478?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-7255931962798549452</id><published>2009-01-05T14:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:54:27.591Z</updated><title type='text'>Desert frost</title><content type='html'>its hard to imagine that only last week i was in the hot desert, with only sand and rock all around, not a cloud in the sky and the midday sun beating down on me. i do feel im meant for warmer climates...&lt;br /&gt;anyways going to saudi was a wonderful experience, to be in places of significance and actually doing something significant, u just don't want to be anywer else (or go bak home!).&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to my mum whilst wen we were there about the throne of the queen of sheba, the kingdom of dawood and sulaiman (davin and solomon) and then my mum asked "what were the people of england doing at that time?"&lt;br /&gt;"err... living in caves" i answered. because i remeber talkin to this native american boy wen i was in arizona and he said something like "these white ppl judge us for the way we live (they lived in the desert which resembled a barren wasteland) but before the romans invaded them, they were uncilivilised cavemen and were worse off than we are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7255931962798549452?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7255931962798549452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7255931962798549452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7255931962798549452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7255931962798549452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/desert-frost.html' title='Desert frost'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-5898728712422355955</id><published>2008-11-30T08:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:51:51.403Z</updated><title type='text'>going for hajj</title><content type='html'>i'm going for hajj in a few hours now alhamdulillah, only found out yestrday that im going today (it was originally tues), i hadnt even packd!&lt;br /&gt;so if i havent already asked you all , please forgive me for anythign i have sed or done to offend you, and for those comments i deleted, which come to think of it were actually quite funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5898728712422355955?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5898728712422355955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=5898728712422355955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5898728712422355955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5898728712422355955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-for-hajj.html' title='going for hajj'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-357623618615539264</id><published>2008-11-06T20:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:56:17.635Z</updated><title type='text'>al rescate amigos to the rescue my friends</title><content type='html'>im doin some volunteer work at my mums school at the mo, just a day a week.. but its actually more fun than i imagined, the teaching assitant was like "u teach maths with such passion"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the mo, im workin with foreign kids who dont know much english. i remember my first day i was working with this polish kid, he was very quiet, he just wouldnt talk, i thort maybe he lacks confidence, so i thought id talk about something familiar to him- so i asked him to describe his family, his parents, what they do at christmas time etc... then i went home bcoz i was just workin half a day that day. then later that day in the evening my mum was like, "u kno that polish child you were workin with, i don't know what it was but he just cried all lunch time. i kno his parents hav been going thru a divorce for som weeks now, but i wonder what triggered him off all of a sudden.." ...woops&lt;br /&gt;but it's also quite fun, and at times challenging liek yestrday i was working with this girl on english comprehension and the word "mud" came up and she didnt know what mud was, i tried explaining it's the dirt that flowers, plants and grass grow out of, etc but she still seemed unclear so i drew a plant pot and an arrow (i happend to draw a curved arrow) pointing into it at the mud so she's liek "oh u mean like jumping"! lol ther quite funny sometimes like when i asked if she knew what a rock was and she replied "u mean like music?" ..awww bless their little cotton socks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-357623618615539264?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/357623618615539264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=357623618615539264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/357623618615539264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/357623618615539264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-teaching.html' title='al rescate amigos to the rescue my friends'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-5972439202960329047</id><published>2008-11-05T21:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:16:27.478Z</updated><title type='text'>obama</title><content type='html'>im not much into politics, but even even i felt quite happy about barrack obama winning presidency, perhaps itll help the US gain bak som of the respect it once had. i rember seein something about his campagn abt a year/year and half ago and remeber thinkin tht a black man would neva b president, esp if he's got a kenyan (hence muslim) background, but wudnt it be awesome if he did, and now, mashallah, perhaps there's hope for the americans yet.&lt;div 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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-18933504.post-2577959949905227972</id><published>2008-10-08T11:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:02:37.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tijuana, Mexico</title><content type='html'>Tijuana is just at the other side of the border but you can certainly tell when you've crossed the border, there's a world of difference between san diego and tijuana, as you cross the border you see hundreds of crosses for all the mexicans that died trying to sneak into USA... it is a very poor country with people living in shanty buildings and just absolutely anywher they can, in fact there was this statue of a woman just outside tijuana and there were people living inside the statue (wonder where the front door was)!&lt;br /&gt;and theres a lot of drug trafficking there as well so they check you pretty thoroughly on your way back into the USA, but people go to tijuana for shopping, leather and silver, they sell high grade silver very cheaply, we bort a fair amount of silver coz the shop keeper gave us good deal bcoz i had that "spannish look" about me he said.. and i was also given a spannish name- roseta... ther so friendly there, trying to sell you things, lol one of the mexicans even tried to sell my 16 yrs old brother viagra!&lt;br /&gt;and then there were the Zonkeys (donkey with zebra stripes) round every corner, which we all took a picture with wearing sombreros...but unfortunately we didnt go much further than tijuana, as we only spent a day there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-2577959949905227972?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2577959949905227972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=2577959949905227972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2577959949905227972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2577959949905227972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/tijuana-mexico.html' title='Tijuana, Mexico'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-2852337697281351299</id><published>2008-09-20T17:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:45:05.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>good answer little boy</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my 3 year old nephew the other day and he was stood with both his hands behind his back so i said..&lt;br /&gt;"what's in your hands hamza?"&lt;br /&gt;so he opens both his hands in front and replies&lt;br /&gt;"lots of fingers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good answer i thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-2852337697281351299?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2852337697281351299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-6007078704482610720</id><published>2008-09-14T17:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:13:50.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wild west</title><content type='html'>toook me a lot longer than i expected to re-adjust to british time, 8 hours is alot!&lt;br /&gt;but i did have a brilliant time when i was there, i met red indians, cowboys, and biker gangs, its jus like on tv! also went to a real cowboy town, went horse riding near the canyons, saw the settings for sooo many movies and watched a live performance of "phantom" (phantom of the opera) in las vegas, which was just amazing! but a good holiday jus makes it all the worse wen u return... imagine spending 3 weeks in the hot desert then coming home to rainy england...&lt;br /&gt;still one thing i can say abt here is we jus don't realise how lucky we are when it comes to eating halal food. it is VERY HARD eating halal in america, its nothing like england, they don't do vegetarian, they dont have those lovely little "v" signs everywhere. you may go into a restaurant and order fried shrimp and rice but the shrimp will be beer battered and the rice boiled in chicken broth, veg. soup also contains chicken/pork broth! so you really gotta wise up... guess you don't become one of the fattest nations by eating vegatables!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6007078704482610720?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6007078704482610720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6007078704482610720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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diego and even tijuana, mexico but ill just blog about san francisco, since that's more recent.&lt;br /&gt;its an interesting place, we did all the touristy stuff, went to fishermans wharf, walked across the golden gate bridge, saw alcatraz and angel island.  san francisco is a beautiful city with an awesome skyline with tall skyscrapers, and amazing victorian style houses.. however, if you take a wrong turning into one of the side streets or carry on too far down the same road, you'll end up backstage where you'll see true america, streets smelling piss, full of crime and poverty literally in your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were shopping on market street which is kind of a posh street with stores like macy's, bloomingdales, Tiffany &amp;amp;co and all tht sorta stuff.  then i rembrd reading about a seafood restuarant on market street tht sounded alright so we thought we'd give it a try.  now some streets in america can literally go on for miles and this was one such street, we didnt realise that and it took us 2 trams to get to the area this restaurant was in.  like i said earlier, you don't wanna go 2 far down the same street or you'll end up at the wrong sorta place... this area seemed a bit wierd but we eventually found the restuarant and it lookd posh, it had floor to ceiling windows from which we could see that it was absolutely packed out, all the tables were full... with men!&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's right i had lead my mum, dad and my younger bro and sis directly to a gay bar! so we jus kinda stood there awkawardly for abt a minute lookin like a bunch of wallys before catching the next train outa there!&lt;br /&gt;so that was san francisco, tomorrow, VEGAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-1605437311528040048?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-1327223445305058965</id><published>2008-08-04T17:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:58:42.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody gonna get a hurt real bad...</title><content type='html'>i was in the in the waiting room for x-rays in dews few days ago and i was jus tlkin to this woman, who was in a wheel chair with a nasty lookin injury..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so what happend to your leg?" i asked&lt;br /&gt;"it wer' kids arguin and bickerin, i was yelllin at them to shut up and they wouldn't listen so as i ran to them, i ran right into broken glass"&lt;br /&gt;"i'd give em a good hiding!" i laughed&lt;br /&gt;"oooh no!" she said sternly, "i'd never touch my kids, they wouldnt have any of that! ill send em to bed at 6pm instead"&lt;br /&gt;(woah, easy tiger)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i immediately thought of russell peters (commedian) and his bit on beating up kids, (chek it out on youtube, its quite funny)... i didnt realise parents actualy used such punnishment, i seen em do it on tv but i didnt think they really did that. truly is a difference between the way white people bring up kids and how everyone else brings up kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-1327223445305058965?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1327223445305058965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=1327223445305058965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1327223445305058965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1327223445305058965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids.html' title='somebody gonna get a hurt real bad...'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-5592229381283631797</id><published>2008-07-19T21:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:40:05.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>was my graduation on wednesday, am now 21, got my masters of engineering and am freeeeeeee. tho som of my frends hav really got it goin on, dais workin for toyota in belgium, maria's in new york workin for som investment bank and lena's workin in vietnam... as for me im goin to dublin on wednesday or thursday then to claifornia in august, stayin home for ramadhan and to peru in october (inshallah), this time am gonna try update my blog more wen im abroad, i shuda don that wen i went to uganda, but u want to spend the least amount of time possible in front of the computer wen yor abroad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5592229381283631797?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5592229381283631797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=5592229381283631797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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making shapes fit together and finding space and being efficient (the logical thinking of a good engineer) so i stood back and watched in awe...&lt;br /&gt;so as we were driving bak i was like "yeh i got a 2.1 and i'm really happy with that..." etc and he says..&lt;br /&gt;"could you not resit some exams or something and turn that into a 1st"&lt;br /&gt;"HELL NO!! i jus spent 4 years in coventry! i aint wasting another year for the sake of vanity, u know a 2.1 is a very respectable mark..."&lt;br /&gt;i was slightly annoyed at that remark, can't imagine another year at warwick, i started the year ready to leave, no way am i doing another year there, or at least not now and certainly not to try and up my grade, that would jus be such a waste of a year especially because i'm very prone to moodswings and so i can't perform consistently, jus look at the past 3 years, i got a 2.1, a 2.2 and a 1st...&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna take abt 6months-year out now till i work out what i wanna do, i got a lot of exotic ideas for a year out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5511922416748928473?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5511922416748928473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=5511922416748928473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5511922416748928473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5511922416748928473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-year.html' title='another year'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8470478661988776680</id><published>2008-06-25T14:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:58:19.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>woop! woop! its the sounda the police!</title><content type='html'>i went to london for the first time in 10 years last weekend, and i had a really good time...at first when i arrived i wanted to show that i was from the north so i topped up my oyster card in a scottish accent and made the assistant tell me to take the &lt;em&gt;northern&lt;/em&gt; line (the underground) to leicester square even though i knew... but london was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched a musical in the west end, went shoppin on oxford st and watched the street perfomers on the banks of thames, some of them were quite good, there was this one group of break dancers we were watchin, shazia was a bit reluctant to go upclose but i told her "ther break dancers, its not like ther gonna pik u out the crowd and ask u to do a headspin!" so we went up close, they were jus warmin up the crowd, so we stood there clappin and he walks towards me and picks me out! he made me kick the air and go "woop! woop!" so i did... then he tries to make me do something else and im like "mate, could u jus do the show" and hes like "yeh, jus do this and ill leave u alone" "leave me alone!" so he pinched my cheek and goes "aww yor so cute" and carries on with the show... much to shazias amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to quite a few places in central london, all the places i wanted to go but unfortunately i didn't bump into sweeney todd (johnny depp) even though i cunningly spent more time near near trafalgar square (going to fleet street would have been a bit too obvious), perhaps next time i'll try hanging out at the strand instead (its closer to fleet st)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8470478661988776680?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8470478661988776680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8470478661988776680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8470478661988776680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8470478661988776680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/woop-woop-its-sounda-police.html' title='woop! woop! its the sounda the police!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6647158051215332248</id><published>2008-06-15T21:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:18:18.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15th June</title><content type='html'>Played football today for the first time in years! forgot just how fun it is, shame girls don't do 5 a side or som form of football...altho to be perfectly honest i wouldn't mind playin with my older brother and his mates (he takes my younger bro afterall) but i kno that its not "proper" or woteva so it jus wouldn't be possible, oh well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6647158051215332248?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6647158051215332248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6647158051215332248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6647158051215332248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6647158051215332248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/15th-june.html' title='15th June'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4943116797121094249</id><published>2008-06-04T16:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:01:20.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my last exam on monday... cant say i felt perticularly relieved or anything... but i guess am glad its all over, was a pretty stressfull 2 weeks, now i gotta sort the rest of my life out, first things first, i need to find mself a place to live....&lt;br /&gt;my contract for this place runs out at the end of the month and we got building work goin on at home so my parents r like "yeh yor not gonna b able to live here right now, its 2 dusty" (i hav a mild allergy to dust) "err ok.. so wer am i sposed sleep/live?" "dunno... yor brothers front room?" so i shud sort that out (not perticularly keen on crashing on my brothers sofa)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i need to sort out wot am actually gonna do in my amazing year out, job or career, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soo cant be arsed to do any of that... tempted to jus see wer life takes me (but i guess that wud b an arranged marraige back to mount p, lol tht shud b motivation enough to get my arse in gear)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4943116797121094249?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4943116797121094249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4943116797121094249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4943116797121094249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4943116797121094249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/had-my-last-exam-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8690272367976716155</id><published>2008-05-07T18:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:08:41.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrying that I'm not worrying</title><content type='html'>we had our group presentation today (presentaion on our dissertation) and i handed in final pice of coursework (ever!) i feel so relieved! i now neva have to see zakary again...come to think of it, he wasn't really a bad guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i got 6 modules to learn and revise for in less than 2 weeks! WOOP! WOOP! bring it&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be AWESOME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8690272367976716155?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8690272367976716155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8690272367976716155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8690272367976716155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8690272367976716155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/worrying-that-im-not-worrying.html' title='Worrying that I&apos;m not worrying'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8517561006782500946</id><published>2008-04-30T17:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:12:46.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am just a stranger</title><content type='html'>i was watchin my super sweet 16 the other day (coz we only get freeview and i got bored of repeats of antiques roadshow) and some girl actually hired a fashion designer for 10 grand to help her buy the right dress for her bday!! it was in dollars but thats still more than ill spend for my entire wedding lol, i just lov how dramatic americans r bless em... like my american lecturer who spent the first 5 minutes of the lecture running round tryin to find wet wipes (wet paper towels) to wipe the slightly dusty but clear black board, such drama...beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8517561006782500946?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8517561006782500946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8517561006782500946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8517561006782500946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8517561006782500946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-just-stranger.html' title='I am just a stranger'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6025095846195909914</id><published>2008-04-29T14:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:06:24.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>featherwieghts and giants</title><content type='html'>Well we've just handed in our group dissertation, what a beast, cost us like £180 to print it out, but its cool we managed to charge it to the department, and i've jus handed in this other rather large piece of coursework, its full of obvious and sillly mistakes but am hoping they'll see the inner beauty...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18933504.post-4822416393306595028</id><published>2008-04-01T22:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:38:03.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a crippling habit</title><content type='html'>there's this really crippling habit of mine that i gotta break out of and that's doing the first stupid thing that comes into my head without giving it a second thort... like when i'm writing an email, i don't sit and think for ages, i jus write it as i think it, i don't proof read it if its longer than 3 lines and i jus hit send.. i was writing an email to my group jus now and i made a sarcastic joke abt my supervisor (good ole zakary) and hit send... then realised after it went to him as well.... tht's not gonna b a joke well recieved lol its like my mum once sed to me after i made a silly suggestion then tried to retract it, she sed "yes but the problem with u is that u actually go and do these ideas u get"... i don't know y i dig mself those holes and i don't know y ill do it agen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4822416393306595028?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4822416393306595028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4822416393306595028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4822416393306595028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4822416393306595028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/crippling-habit.html' title='a crippling habit'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8941766107299075430</id><published>2008-03-29T22:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:54:04.237Z</updated><title type='text'>No giving and no winning</title><content type='html'>not a lot to do in cov, so its a bit of a bitch that i gotta spend the vacation here, but its not all bad, decided to hav a go on the piano 2day (we hav a piano in the kitchen coz well, u kno, am tht sorta person), so i got the piano notes to november rain online, i sat on the piano stool, put my right thumb on the c note and positioned all my fingers correctly, back straight, took a deep breath before commencing, then i thort....."oh wait i cant play the fuckin piano!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8941766107299075430?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8941766107299075430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8941766107299075430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8941766107299075430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8941766107299075430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-giving-and-no-winning.html' title='No giving and no winning'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6299348280756321730</id><published>2008-03-22T14:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:08:12.297Z</updated><title type='text'>!xobile</title><content type='html'>was watching balls of steel yestrday, quite disappointin it was. think its the sorta thing u find funny the first and second time u see it, then yor jus like "wtf?! y are u making a fool of yorself then showin it on tv?? i feel embarassed for u" it jus wasnt funny, it was jus plain stupid, pointless and tasteless, the sorta immature and pointless thing a 16yr old boy might like... speakin of immature boys, i managed to trick my lil brother into admitting he liked som1 and then i blackmailed him into tellin me who it was, quite cleverly so if i may say so myself... but i will hold my end of the deal and not broadcast it (lol not that any1 who reads this wud care)...actually i've forgtten mself who it was, oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey raisa... i got somthin to tell u which i think is best i don't tell u directly... i kind of let it slip to my dad that we may be plannin a weekend trip to dublin and he sort of took it as an invitation for himself and yor dad, which then lead to an extended invitation for the slave girls, and i think u know wher am goin with this... errr...soz... but i think the situation is still rescuable... wen we get to ireland, we'll find a rainbow, sprint to the end of it, break the little pikey leprechauns legs, steal the pot of gold, kiss the blarney stone, wish the family wer bak home and with the gold we'll rent out hotel bono, replace all the guiness taps in ireland with kibla cola then buy tickets for a river dancing show... sorted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6299348280756321730?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6299348280756321730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6299348280756321730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6299348280756321730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6299348280756321730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/xobile.html' title='!xobile'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-2239413323432183343</id><published>2008-02-27T16:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:05:06.451Z</updated><title type='text'>msn</title><content type='html'>u kno, browsin he msn homepage sometimes impresses me.&lt;br /&gt;the ppl that com up with the article subjects are good...they always seem to know the less obvious stuff that ive been discussin just that week...like wether life in the north or south is better or what the best places in the world to visit are, and i find tht a bit impresssive but the articles themselves...wot a fuk up indeed, like take todays article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recognising Depression... The signs and symptoms include: a pervading feeling that you're 'blue', down, feel despair, are sad, not yourself, low in spirits - essentially depressed."&lt;br /&gt;who would have thort it...if you feel depressed then u may have depression..wow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-2239413323432183343?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2239413323432183343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=2239413323432183343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2239413323432183343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2239413323432183343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/msn.html' title='msn'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4802917624721610338</id><published>2008-02-21T22:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:58:39.326Z</updated><title type='text'>dsfhykh</title><content type='html'>i swear my supervisors jus tryna piss me off now...&lt;br /&gt;Spent the best part of 5 hours gettin these drawings upto scratch, so we go to show him and he says:&lt;br /&gt;"where's the date and title? How am i sposed to read this with no date and title??"&lt;br /&gt;wtf?! perhaps i should have also included what zodiac year i was born in? or maybe who my favorite childhood hero was??? &lt;br /&gt;the technicians making the component from the drawing are not gonna give a fuk wether it was drawn on 18th or 19th of february or whether ive given it the title "final fantasy" or "valve casing"... he's jus doin this to piss me off now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4802917624721610338?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4802917624721610338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4802917624721610338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4802917624721610338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4802917624721610338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/dsfhykh.html' title='dsfhykh'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7713479822324471719</id><published>2008-02-01T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:46:35.825Z</updated><title type='text'>a big fat nothing</title><content type='html'>i was jus thinkin about som of the funny things my frends have said or done, like wen saaran made her pasta and brussel sprouts and out of date spinach porridge with a dash of vinegar and a squeeze of lemon, man i laffed so hard when she offered me some and when my other frend said "yeh i went straight from goofy to soofy"and the best was my mate last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "so how comes yor flatmates got a problem with u?"&lt;br /&gt;my mate: "i dnt kno wots up ther ass! jus little things like noise, music and oh, coz i smoke weed in my room, and let my frends get hi and raid the kitchen. i mean of cors my frends are gonna eat first before clearin up the plates they broke..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7713479822324471719?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7713479822324471719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7713479822324471719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7713479822324471719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7713479822324471719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-fat-nothing.html' title='a big fat nothing'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7231303090014906139</id><published>2008-01-28T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:13:36.318Z</updated><title type='text'>in shop and office</title><content type='html'>last week was quite a week, on sunday night i went to sleep at 11.30 then woke up naturally at 9.30, i went to all my lectures, workd, and alla tht shit then came tues..thort id workd hard enough to take it a bit easier so went to sleep slightly later, woke bit later, etc then come thurs and friday, forget abt it! my fkd up sleepin pattern was one of the better things goin on, ill not go into detail but the week was enough to tell me that the higher you climb the further you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so children, the moral of the story is: dnt climb too high coz ull jus hav more to fall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7231303090014906139?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7231303090014906139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7231303090014906139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7231303090014906139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7231303090014906139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-shop-and-office.html' title='in shop and office'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6991638875560500317</id><published>2007-12-16T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T11:58:29.527Z</updated><title type='text'>reality check</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i guess a lot of you by now will have heard about ahmed hasan, the 17 year old boy who got stabbed and died at desbury train st yestrday abt 2pm.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i didnt know him but he was doing his a levels at heckmondwike grammar, same place i did mine just 2 years ahead of my brother.  i couldn't sleep last night thinking about it and what his family must be going through having their son murdered in cold blood like that and about eid on wednesday.  then i thort about the countless number of times i've used that train st to go to leeds and manchester and i suddenly rembrd when i arrived ther from cov on monday and how uneasy i felt with that gang of chavs walking behind me as i wlkd out the station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;may allah forgive him for any sins he may have had and give his family strength to cope with their loss. ameen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6991638875560500317?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6991638875560500317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6991638875560500317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6991638875560500317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6991638875560500317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/reality-check.html' title='reality check'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-1975115622903825296</id><published>2007-12-06T19:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:29:19.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Somethin is changin' inside you</title><content type='html'>another meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andy: "zakary we got our poster presentation coming up, its worth a fair amount of this project, so what is the aim of the poster, what sort of stuff should we present, the commercial aspect or our progress to date?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zakary: shrugs his shoulders "it is upto you...woteva U want to present"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- which i think it's great coz i reckon we should fill the entire 6ft by 3 ft poster with our favorite childhood programs, from 5 to now, showing how the genre of the programs we watch over the years changes.  i reckon thts make us stand out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am glad the terms over, i rekon i been relatively organised this term, had a 3pm dedline today, guess wot tym i met it- 10 FUCKIN 30!!!!! Oh yeah... am on fire, i myt even pack now for bristol 2morro (goin 2 stay with zainab for a few days)!  and u kno wot i realised abt mself, tht i actually like fluid mechanics and thermodynamics, but ther the only area of engineerin i like! i can actaually read a book on fluid flow or thermodynamics for a long tym wylst maintaining interest.  this is quite significant for me coz i cnt read a piece of text for longer that a paragraph and maintain concentration.  then it got me thinkin, if i was to go into engineerin, the area tht wud appeal to me most is engine design, tht wud hav thermo and fluid in it and i would actually like to do tht... but then i rembrd tht am shit at it lol... so bak to business management it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-1975115622903825296?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1975115622903825296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=1975115622903825296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1975115622903825296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1975115622903825296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/somethin-is-changin-inside-you.html' title='Somethin is changin&apos; inside you'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-1583898263707094251</id><published>2007-12-05T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:28:20.232Z</updated><title type='text'>another meeting...</title><content type='html'>me: "zakary, i've been researching the coefficient and i can't find one suitible for the pipe, and i can't estimate it accurately, what should i do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zakary: "do more research"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "err...ok, any pointers to wer i shud research?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zakary: "u shud read the literature"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Genius! an here's me lookin at the feckin sky for inspiration!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-1583898263707094251?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1583898263707094251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=1583898263707094251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1583898263707094251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1583898263707094251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-meeting.html' title='another meeting...'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-3169415875371225800</id><published>2007-11-27T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:29:45.564Z</updated><title type='text'>slash</title><content type='html'>been a bit of shyt week really, especially for the project which is really strtin to piss me off...&lt;br /&gt;evry week the supervisor trashes the work i don and tells us we havent made progress as we shud hav. the reason for that is, he's briefed us on the project and he knows exactly wot he wants us to do and wot our next steps shud be... but he won't tell us, insted he'l jus make u feel shit for gettin it wrong, so this week after the "you haven't quite done what you shud have" i sed, "ok zakary, wot do &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; want us to do?" so he replies, "well im not really here to tell u wot to do, im really here as more of an advisor" (translation: keep guessin' sunshine, and ill keep trashin u for every wrong guess) ARRGHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-3169415875371225800?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3169415875371225800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=3169415875371225800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3169415875371225800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/3169415875371225800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/slash.html' title='slash'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-5677264508698040570</id><published>2007-11-13T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:07:28.720Z</updated><title type='text'>saaran, i think we shud see other ppl</title><content type='html'>u kno wot, i really need to get out more and socialise with ppl...&lt;br /&gt;thts the danger wen u liv with a close frend, u jus cnt b bothrd to go out, u jus stay in, chill, chat shit and on the rare occasion u do feel like goin somwer u go 2gether. wen yor bak home, u go out and meet frends and socialise with other ppl...&lt;br /&gt;ok so from now on, i'll go out at least once a week and do something outside this house, this week that can be the charity dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if u havent noticed, my dear (probably non existant) readers... i hav now decided to try and live a "full &amp;amp; wholesome" life. woteva that means. so in each post, ill discuss wot i need to change and how ill do that (oh yes, yor all in for a treat).  next time itll be the classic "omg im so fat, i need a healthy diet and exercise routine" or did i already do that last time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5677264508698040570?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5677264508698040570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=5677264508698040570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wot makes it worse is that bcoz ive jus strtd watchin it, i have like 3 seasons 2 watch!! i cud quite easily watch all 3 seasons in abt.... 4 or 5 days (if i had them) but im gonna pace mself... havent been doin a great job of that so far but from now on ill limit it to 3 episodes a week, but it wud help if fish wasnt so damm hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brothers came down yday, we went to the MPH show at the NEC, and i saw jeremy clarkson, james may and richard hammond in the flesh (thts not very interesting is it)... the show was quite good, i lov all them daredevil stunts, so cool!  we also ate out twice.... once at a halal chinese restaurant... mmmmm deep fried oily spring rolls.... wow i hav been eatin  a lot lately, especially since they opened a "Costa Coffee" 5 mins from my place, me and saaran been spendin 2 much time (&amp;amp;money!) there... but am jus tryna build up a layer of insulation for these cold, harsh winters wen food is scarce and the air is icy....&lt;div 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tv...'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-7985648895533208613</id><published>2007-11-06T02:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:28:00.127Z</updated><title type='text'>4th year project</title><content type='html'>im currently in the process of writing up my project (or dissertation to the rest of the world) and u know somthin, i neva thort id say this, but i actually miss The adam! ...amazing wot havin to write a 60 page report will do to u...&lt;br /&gt;i can sorta see the light at the end of the tunnel but i keep findin mroe and more stuff ive missed out.&lt;br /&gt;ive had like 5 months to do this, how am i up the nyt before still writing it? fuckin hell i got shit loads to do yet&lt;br /&gt;well, best get cracking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-7985648895533208613?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7985648895533208613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=7985648895533208613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7985648895533208613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/7985648895533208613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/4th-year-project.html' title='4th year project'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-932355124307531061</id><published>2007-10-28T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:46:10.719Z</updated><title type='text'>at the risk of soundin a little dopey...</title><content type='html'>feels like aages since i last blogged... zainab J came ova this weekend, we had such a laff, we went to stratford yday which was nice but shops were a bit small and middle aged. still we bort a few things, which we left at the restrant we ate at in Lem! lol i only realised wen we wer on the bus...&lt;br /&gt;then we wlkd home from  campus and my god does zainab walks slow, she's almost as bad as saaran! aaanyhoo we got home and i was quite tired, but me, salim and zainab jus ended up chattin shit for aages, orderd a pizza at 2 (thanx agen zainab ;)) chatted som mor then at around 6am we decided it would be a good idea to set our clocks an hour &lt;em&gt;forward. &lt;/em&gt;still, good weekend... i shud go to bristol soon...,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-932355124307531061?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/932355124307531061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=932355124307531061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/932355124307531061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/932355124307531061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/at-risk-of-soundin-little-dopey.html' title='at the risk of soundin a little dopey...'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6847159703774445071</id><published>2007-10-18T21:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:08:38.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coco pops munchers</title><content type='html'>a late eid mubarak 2 all hope u all had a good one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6847159703774445071?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6847159703774445071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6847159703774445071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6847159703774445071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6847159703774445071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/coco-pops-munchers.html' title='coco pops munchers'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-447845621369257468</id><published>2007-10-10T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:13:26.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>title..errm, i guess snatch?</title><content type='html'>hello every1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 2 now and im tryna find a career path, so far im thinkin of... teaching, consultancy, possibly engineering, restaurant owner, a mongolian nomad, a gypsie or bedouine, a gold digger and if i can b really bothrd to work my ass off and face 1000 rejections for a possible 0.001% chance...investment bankin (but not actually doin investment bankin, but cleanin or som form of care-taker work, coz then the only way i can go is up), but am a little unsure, i wanna do as little as possible and be paid as much as possible and travel the world... but i will pretend i wanna work hard and that am ambitious, focused, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, the year has strtd off ok, i mean i fuckd up my first submission on tuesday-big style! and i dnt bother with any 9am starts but other than that, its all good...unfotunately cudnt make most of ramadhan this year, but i did go shoppin b'ham 2day for eid presents for my family (and of cors for myself, any1 who knows me knows am a shelfish shopper), bort fight club for my younger brother, for which i had to produce ID! am like "but am 21!", musta been been a bit tripped out coz no way i look under 18! neways i think hel really like it, it was at his age i fell in lov with the movy, yep round abt age 15 or 16 i went thru the whole fight club/snatch phase i rember i actually watched snatch so much that id practically memorised the entire movy! then i didnt watch it for a wyl, then i saw it agen recently and forgot just how funny it was, evry line and scene is just ace..."too tight?! u cud land a jumbo jet in there!".... "fish, chips, cupa tea, bad food, worse weather, marry fuckin poppins...london!"..."It's a four ton truck, Tyrone. Its not as if it's a bag of peanuts, is it?"..."What's in the car?... Seats and a steering wheel.", i cud jus quote evry scene, but one thing i never got was wot did that pikey say ryt at the end wen he shoots bricktop, "ill giv u ya shooter ya...." cunt??&lt;br /&gt;wow...didnt mean to write so much abt snatch... so in other news, saarans tryna fix me up with this guy, she's planned evrythin short of the childrens names, she's like "yor kids wud be soo cute, theyd hav his eyes and yor lips, u 2 wud go soo good 2gether, he's good lookin, intelligent, practising... &lt;em&gt;so wots yor problem&lt;/em&gt;?" lol bles her, but i explained to her tht i only met him last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts all folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-447845621369257468?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/447845621369257468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=447845621369257468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/447845621369257468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/447845621369257468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/titleerrm-i-guess-snatch.html' title='title..errm, i guess snatch?'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6377973065425647689</id><published>2007-09-26T23:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:21:26.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>typical woman driver</title><content type='html'>is it jus me or is any1 els tired of them blond jokes? now im not blond so ther not offensiv 2 me, and they wer even funny at first but now evry tym i hear another blond joke its like, yes, ok, i get it, blonds r thick...i mean my god, how many "artistically" different ways can u say the same thing?!&lt;br /&gt;another 1 which im startn to find a wee bit offensive is "typical woman driver."&lt;br /&gt;now dnt get me wrong, i'm quite a chilled out sorta person so ill usually not say anythin, i myt even laff along. but wen its the 53rd time u've herd it that week, somthings gotta giv...my cousin happend 2 say it that 53rd time, so i thort ok, he seems rather convinced, perhaps i shud lightly challenge him, i cnt rember wot i sed but i didnt quote any numbers (bcoz i dnt carry those vital statistics in my head) and we had a lil discussion and as it turns out, its actually not as simple as &lt;em&gt;"no woman can drive, all men can"&lt;/em&gt; there's a few hidden clauses in there, its really, &lt;em&gt;"no woman can drive, all men can... (now this is the good part) EXCEPT white van drivers, bus drivers, any heavy goods vehicle drivers, taxi drivers, sports car drivers, young men, old men, freshies..."&lt;/em&gt; and i'm guessin ginger guys are probly excused as well? or perhaps men wearin the colour blue???&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, the only people that can actually drive is a very elite group of middle aged men who: are not too old nor too young, who don't drive taxis, buses, sports cars or any HGV and who live in designated countries. well i was so glad i got that cleared up, finally! an explanation for the 50 car pile up i see every 200yards i walk down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6377973065425647689?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6377973065425647689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6377973065425647689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6377973065425647689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6377973065425647689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/typical-woman-driver.html' title='typical woman driver'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6316922122346997671</id><published>2007-09-23T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:41:59.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>its not me that's wierd, its every1 else!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so this is the final year of my degree about to start, i was thinkin last nyt wot id like to do next year, i want to take abt 6-7 months off b4 i start workin and if this was an ideal world here's a few things id love to do in that time:-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hajj &amp;amp; umra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend 6 weeks in malaysia, singapore, brunei and indonesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trek the inca trail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to Istanbul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the most exciting one- &lt;em&gt;ARCTIC EXPERIENCE with lars felt&lt;/em&gt; (a Ray Mears course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course the arctic experience is one of the ones id most like to do but am least likely to (bcoz its 2k excluding flights!) and bcoz my dad wud neva let me go alone.&lt;br /&gt;so i then thort at what age can an indian girl in mount p say "look dad, am Xyrs old now so am gonna do what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; want"? what if (god forbid) i was a 40 year old spinster still livin at home?&lt;br /&gt;cud i then say "look dad, am 40 years old so am gonna go on the Ray Mears Arctic expedition wether u like it or not!”? actually, wud a 40 year old Indian girl eva say that?&lt;br /&gt;Ive always been a bit different to all my frends around here, eva since I was little I wanted to be (dnt laff) a traveller, a nomad jus wondering around from place to place, then after I watched snatch wen I was 16, I wantd to b a gypsie! Now I wanna b a pirate after watchin pirates of the caribean (part 1 that is, the rest wernt tht good) I find it interesting how even tho jack sparrow has manky teeth, make up, excess facial hair and platted beard he still somehow manages to be sexy, cnt quite put my finger on it…neways I digress.&lt;br /&gt;So like I was sayin, im quite different to the girls round here, I cant do the whole GHD/undercover boyfriend thing bcoz its bad for my hair and the best that can lead to is getting married to some lad from yor junior skool and move 2 streets away into yor mother inlaws house (or if yor very lucky to the house next door to yor mother in law) then buy a house nearby, have kids and spend resta yor life working off the mortgage… how depressing. But the strange thing is, every1 around me is ok with that! My frends, my prents… so I thort I met ppl mor like me at uni, but im soo not like them, ther all soo… decent; they do what ther supposed to, ther sensible they live a good life and good on them, fair play to them and as much as id like 2 b, im not quite like them. I kno that if they knew everything about me, they probly wudnt look the same way at me (not that im &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad, am a good girl really ;). But ther jus that good...i guess). Im not tryin to deceive them or any1 and im not tryn to hide anything but I was jus tryn to fit in but am quite different to them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to summarise, I’m quite weird… wow this soo loks like a post ill be tempted to delete but if deleted all the posts i thort make me look like an arse, i wudnt have a blog...hehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6316922122346997671?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6316922122346997671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6316922122346997671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6316922122346997671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6316922122346997671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-me-thats-wierd-its-every1-else.html' title='its not me that&apos;s wierd, its every1 else!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-926610558027896598</id><published>2007-09-16T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:02:43.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>when did he get 2 b such a handful?</title><content type='html'>my 2 yrs old nephews becom a real handful lately...&lt;br /&gt;i thort id take him for a walk the other day, u know, show him the sites and scenes of heckmondwike, so ther we wer merily walkin along, then he wanted to cross the road and i sed no..... so he threw a tantrum and lay down ryt ther on the street! he startd kickin and hittin me wen i pickd him up, i sed a few stern words and managed to make him stop but wen i turnd round ther was a car full of guys watchin, it was soo embarassin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, hows everyone doin with al the fastin? im bit worried abt my fitness coz i finally got it up2 wot is probably considered average and in fact, wen i woke up the other day, i was able to do 1 (yes ONE!) whole press up!!! i was so excited and i definately dnt wanna fall below that! but to keep up my fitness i have to do hi impact exercise but i dnt wanna get dehydrated, hmm...i guess jus once or twice a week should be ok. id go to the gym but i alredy tld few ppl ther that i won't b comin for a while and sed bye so i cnt very well go waltzin back!&lt;br /&gt;though i am constructin my very own "do it at home" circuit trainin type regime but i know i wont stick to it (if i ever do start it!), it consists of runnin up and down the stairs, skippin, star jumps, ab crunches and my favorite....the plank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plank is an exercise that's very good for yor abs and 6 pack, what u do is u lay down flat on the ground faced down, u have both yor elbows directly beneath yor shoulders, clasp yor hands in front, dig yor toes into the floor and &lt;strong&gt;suck yor tummy in&lt;/strong&gt; so that yor body is parallel to the floor in a straight line a bit like...well, a plank.  do that for 30s, rest for 15s, then agen for 30s. usually yor 30s tallys up to 2mins, then it gets boring.  but the more often u do it, the longer u shud be able to do it for, i usually do it after a work out and i dnt have manly strength so i can only total 1min 30s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-926610558027896598?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/926610558027896598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=926610558027896598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/926610558027896598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/926610558027896598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-did-he-get-2-b-such-handful.html' title='when did he get 2 b such a handful?'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8058854417677664195</id><published>2007-09-12T22:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:20:43.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAMADHAN MUBARAK EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8058854417677664195?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8058854417677664195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8058854417677664195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8058854417677664195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8058854417677664195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadhan-mubarak-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8731783804510434252</id><published>2007-08-29T15:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:35:11.825Z</updated><title type='text'>a new addition to the family</title><content type='html'>latest member of the family arrived 2day, a 40" lcd tv! woooo, feel like we been livin in the dark ages up2 now!&lt;br /&gt;but u kno since i came bak from uganda, i havent been watchin much tv or spendin 2 long in front of computer, talkin on msn and jus bein on the computer tends to frustrate me even more now, its pobly a good thing if it means ill do more exercise, i've put on a bit of weight since i got bak as well. i thort id lose weight in uganda but i didnt, not even 1lb! i rember it was the same wen i went to nepal, i lost liek 3lb! i was liek "WTF, ive jus trecked all the way up2 Everest basecamp and bak!!"&lt;br /&gt;oh well... wow my blog is actually really borin.... mwhahaha enjoy readin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8731783804510434252?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8731783804510434252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8731783804510434252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8731783804510434252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8731783804510434252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-addition-to-family.html' title='a new addition to the family'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-2828570683624390116</id><published>2007-08-22T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:41:09.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mzungu!!</title><content type='html'>uganda was absolutely amazing, we stayed in a place called Kagadi in the kibale district in west uganda, spent in total... 3 days in Bundibugyo in the rwenzori mountains, 2 nights in kampala and a night in fort portal which was a bit touristified compared to kagadi. wow i got so much 2 say i dnt kno wer 2 start, altho a lot of it is probly not tht interestin 2 read... ill try to keep it in some kind of coherent or chronological order, but no promises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place we stayed at was quite rural, (and famous for its witch craft!) and the locals had never seen white/foreign people, wen we wlkd down the street, the kids would follow us, and shout/chant mzungu (=wyt/foreign person) pointing at us, in fact the kids even askd one of the Ugandan students with us if he cud bring a “mzungu” over so that they cud touch one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the accommodation was very basic, shared a bunk with my room mate Lydia, I was on the top bunk which was as tall as me and had no guards and no ladders, so jumpin out of bed onto the stone floor first thing every morning really woke u up, well.. until I learnt that climbin down the end of the bed was much easier, and safer! Oh and the crickets are sooo loud! The insects are of all shapes and sizes there, I hate bugs and even up2 the last day id still shriek at them but even I cud appreciate the beauty of some of them and I thought itd be a shame to kill them, like this one insect that looked so much like a leaf, it was unbelievable, u wudnt think it was an insect unless u saw it flyin down, it had the leaf veins across its wings and it even had transparent holes that imitated a decaying leaf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for work, we actually had some practical, hands-on experience in the workshop, which was a real laff and i discoverd the magic phrase, "oh i'm so tired, wish i had some manly arms here to help me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our night in fort portal was definitely memorable… we went out to eat then we went to play pool after, played for the first tym eva! I played against nicky who had hardly played pool b4 so needless 2 say it was an extremely looonnggg game but I eventually won, so I’m currently undefeated at pool ;-) but that wasn’t the highlight of th evening, u c the pool attendant had nicked off with some of our money, so Brian nicked the white ball and held it ransom till we got our money bak! Wot a good idea I rember thinking, id hav neva thort of that, steal the white ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on our last night in Uganda, I was a bit sleep deprived on account of the all nighter the previous night (to meet 2 deadlines which in itself is a tale to tell), but tht jus made things all the more interesting! first we went 4 an all traditional ugandan...Dominos pizza! then we went to a bar... i watched som guys play pool, they were very good, but then agen am easily impressed bcoz i cnt play the game, couple of my frends tried to convince me 2 try beer sayin that "if u live for 35 years (~optimistic of them aint it!) what's 2 hours of gettin pissed?" am like “yeh it dnt work liek tht mate” but it was cute how they thaught an argument like that wud actually work!, then we partied till 3am, then slept for 4 hours, then went to the craftshop wer the crafts lady sed i was beautiful  ... then we flew home &lt;br /&gt;....so my record for bein awake the longest is now...44hours...and that's me, 10hours a nyt zaynab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill stop there, I dnt feel im doin justice the experience, im not much of a writer (as this entry clearly demonstrates) and the stories jus dnt sound as funny or interesting on this, but it was amazing, I made som great frends and had an awesome time, need to start planning my next adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-2828570683624390116?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2828570683624390116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=2828570683624390116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2828570683624390116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2828570683624390116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/mzungu.html' title='Mzungu!!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-991286096771698887</id><published>2007-07-22T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:30:23.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>walkabout</title><content type='html'>im goin on a walkabout WOOOOO WOOO WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its not exactly a right of passage, its a field course part of my module and its a little west of australia (in uganda) but WOOOOOOOOO cnt wait, im goin 2morro, meetin dai and si at gatwick then wer off!! ill be flyin bak here on my 21st bday which means ill b 21 years old for longer than the rest of u losers not flying west on yor bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-991286096771698887?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/991286096771698887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=991286096771698887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/991286096771698887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/991286096771698887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/walkabout.html' title='walkabout'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-1841598617065832678</id><published>2007-06-19T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:22:12.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye wani :'(</title><content type='html'>i realy shud blog evryday...coz this is my last week here and even tho im not leaving, most of my close frends r and takin with them, a part of my heart....hahahaa jus kiddin! but i am gonna miss em, wani left yday (she's one of the 3 ppl tht live in brunei :-P), i was gonna blog but i was 2 tired, she left me her white board which we used to use for a revisin technique she taught us all last year, quite effective actually! &lt;br /&gt;i rember us all watchin the world cup last year, good times... we'd sing football songs, my fav was "3 lions on a shirt" so id written the lyrics to it on the white board, bt hadnt realised it was a permanent marker so its still on it in my usual scruffy, bearly readable writing, along with one of our take out orders- "tex mex, bbq wings, ribs, double cheese burger..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-1841598617065832678?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1841598617065832678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=1841598617065832678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1841598617065832678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1841598617065832678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye-wani.html' title='bye bye wani :&apos;('/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-8366969179568078091</id><published>2007-06-16T22:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:46:07.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fools!</title><content type='html'>evry father is protective over their child, especially daughters which is quite understandable&lt;br /&gt;but i swear my dad is jus plain paranoid somtyms, he actually doesnt want me to travel through london, "bcoz of all the crime." well i guess he has a point, i mean out of all the 100's (probly thousands) of people that wud be at a london train station during the day, a criminal would surely spot a small asian girl of mediam height wearing normal clothes ahead of all the goths, 6ft business men and obese ppl, the criminal would say "YES! a small asian girl! tis surely my birthday, ha ha ha y rob/mug these middle class business men/women who are probly gonna walk down dark alleys alone when i can rob, in broad daylight a student who is merely exchanging trains..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course i cnt say anything bcos if i do he can jus play the "yor too young and naive 2 realise" card, tht mayb so but am not stupid...well...anyways...&lt;br /&gt;i dnt kno if any1 rembers when there were shootings in manchester and some other major city, cnt rember which but my dad was like "i dnt want u travellin 2 any major cities for a wyl wid al these shootings goin on" so hes like tellin me not to go shoppin in b'ham! i was like, yeh sure dad i "won't" go shoppin in b'ham, but of cors this was over the fone so he cdnt c me doin the quote marks ;-) ...genius-i kno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dnt actually feel 2 geniusy at the mo, im so worried abt results, in fact am more worried now then i was wen i was doing the exams, i was quite relaxed then, a lil 2 relaxed, id b watchin tv or id go 2 my housmates room and they'd b like "oh wow u got an exam 2morro?? yor so chilled, u must really have it under control!" i rember thinkin "ha! FOOL! if u only knew" and now i kno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh, me and sena r finally havin the "houswarmin party" we wer plannin 2 hav in october! altho now its more of a "wer leaving this place" sort of anti-housewarmin party... well its not so much a party as it is jus a gatherin, dout itll b anywer near as big as the one we had last year but i am expectin all (both) the frends i hav 2 turn up :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;strong&gt;evry1s invytd! nxt wednesday after 6 at my place, dnt miss it!&lt;/strong&gt;~*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-8366969179568078091?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8366969179568078091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=8366969179568078091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8366969179568078091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/8366969179568078091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/fools.html' title='fools!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4508892270093977378</id><published>2007-06-12T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:57:21.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>maxie's world</title><content type='html'>there was somthin on telly recently tht reminded me of this animated series i used to watch as a kid which i hadnt thort of in years and years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maxie's World!&lt;/strong&gt; so i went on youtube and found the intro song to it and omg its jus bort bak sooo many memories, its all come flooding bak, being 6 or 7 years old and it bein the summer holidays (it used to com on during the summer holidays), watchin it in the kitchen of our old house, it being sunny outside, me gettin all excited wen the show started, i rember i sooo wanted 2 b like her wen i was little, wantin everything pink... hmmm.... tht explains my room and clothes now (altho my skirts and dresses rnt quite tht short!), pink curtains, pink bed, etc but cud somehtin i used to watch when i was 6 affect me now?  i think the show was critisized for being 2 "sexist" or woteva but anyways, chek it out on youtube, type "maxie's world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-18933504.post-5984004787796183233</id><published>2007-06-07T20:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:39:51.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>ive jus watched the last 7 episodes of lost bak 2 bak and now i feel like a big fat slob, u kno like them hilbillys that are morbidly obese and havent left the hous in years, jus sit in one place all day watchin tv, man i need some excercise musta put on so much weight, cant even rember last time i went 2 gym, daren't weigh mself and now ill hav 2 wait till next year for the next episode of lost, hate waitin, ill have 4gotten wot happend by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a wedding on sunday, bumpd in2 my junior skool fren who i havent seen in years and my hi skool frend.  on a sadder note, my old french teacher died suddenly of a heart attack last week, he'd been my teacher for 5 years.  nothin much els to say 4 nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-5984004787796183233?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5984004787796183233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=5984004787796183233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5984004787796183233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/5984004787796183233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6502575099519315908</id><published>2007-05-26T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T14:39:16.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing lasts forever, even cold november rain</title><content type='html'>i cnt beleev how badly ive fkd up this year, the 1st exam went ok, then the 2nd/3rd and 4th were complete disasters, when i messed up the 2nd one i wasnt so worried coz it was jus one, then the 3rd one i think evry1 was feelin same but the 1 2day i kno i cudve done soo so much better but i hadnt quite committed the vital bits to memory, and now im half way thru and ive totally messed up...&lt;br /&gt;and dnt any1 post any "im sure u did better than u think" comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6502575099519315908?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6502575099519315908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6502575099519315908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6502575099519315908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6502575099519315908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-lasts-forever-even-cold-cold.html' title='nothing lasts forever, even cold november rain'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4252715714254903556</id><published>2007-05-20T21:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:46:23.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how many seas must a white dove sail...</title><content type='html'>with 2 days 2 go b4 my exams things rnt lookin 2 good, im havin 2 revise 7 modules so i been tryin 2 do somthin on evrythin evryday and now i find i havent done much on anything! sigh... i can jus c mself next year, long greasy hair, funky headband, old coat singin "blowin' in the wind" on the gitaar with the gitaar case open in front of me for ppl 2 throw their coppers in, which is gonna be a bit of bitch since i dnt even kno how to play the gitaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLAVEGIRL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me an appointment with the optician, doctor (ask for the blue eyed dr, i like his eyes), dentist, hairdresser (Moshina) and a seprate 1 at salmas- i need the works.  make sure ther not during step class (friday eve, weds or sun)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; don't&lt;/strong&gt; spread them out during the week, make them all for the 1st, 2nd and 4th june (and if u must, then on the 5th), i dnt want appointments all week , i wanna get em all over and don with erly on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4252715714254903556?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4252715714254903556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4252715714254903556' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4252715714254903556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4252715714254903556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-many-seas-must-white-dove-sail.html' title='how many seas must a white dove sail...'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-2907355715228802315</id><published>2007-05-13T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:28:02.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>revolver</title><content type='html'>any1 seen revolver? guy ritchie movy, i think. with jason stratham,  its such a crap movy, dnt bother watchin it if u havent probly one of worse i seen in a wyl, at the end yor like...so what happend? or maybe im jus bitter coz i didnt get it hehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cnt beleev ive moaned to evry1 except on here abt my exam timetable, i start on 23rd may and finnish on 31st may! thts 7 exams in a week, and most of them r 3 hours, on saturdays...AND ive only really had 2 weeks 2 revise for all 7! evry1 else finishes a week into june, so am gonna be all like YAAAAAAYY PARTYYYYY and ther all gonna b like shhhh... ok zaynab stop talkin to self...&lt;div 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title='revolver'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-2735865244515784791</id><published>2007-05-04T05:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T05:56:55.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>which disney princess r u?</title><content type='html'>im still on campus, been here all nyt tryn to finnish this cwrk (and i been up since 7am yday!), still, its last 1 for this year woooooo its not tht hard but im in tht half sleep/half awake state and im gettin nower!  hate cwrk, neways, i jus found out im pocahontas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are Pocahontas. You defy convention and sometimes do what is considered taboo. Unfortunately, others do not always appreciate your differences, so it's good that you are so strong-willed. You are loyal and you believe in fate. Your true love will find you one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't u jus love those q-air's where they ask u if loyalty is yor strong point then wen u say yes, they tell u at the end tht yor loyal, and then yor spose to b like al "omg, how did u kno?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-2735865244515784791?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2735865244515784791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=2735865244515784791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2735865244515784791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/2735865244515784791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/which-disney-princess-r-u.html' title='which disney princess r u?'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-1175336492521749503</id><published>2007-04-26T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T19:11:23.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..an some fackin diddy donuts!</title><content type='html'>stumbld across balls of steel few weeks ago wen i was flickin thru the channels, i dnt usually laugh out loud at the telly, but it had me in hysterics! cant beleev i only discovrd it last episode of the series! any1 kno wen its bak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-1175336492521749503?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1175336492521749503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=1175336492521749503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1175336492521749503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/1175336492521749503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/balls-of-steel.html' title='..an some fackin diddy donuts!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-4420725761687192089</id><published>2007-04-15T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:51:24.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coconut water</title><content type='html'>my bros and sis hav gon 2 old trafford 2 c bburn chelsea semi final but my dad didnt love me enough to let me go 2, and my sister borrowed my clothes 2 wear ther!  still...am goin 2 the gym in abit..tht'll show em&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4420725761687192089?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4420725761687192089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=4420725761687192089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4420725761687192089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/4420725761687192089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/coconut-water.html' title='coconut water'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6717291460851967248</id><published>2007-04-08T17:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T17:58:25.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>barbie or sindy?</title><content type='html'>Its the hurricanes! the champion football players are hear to stay!! tu-tu tu tu tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does any1 rember tht? old cartoon from the 90's my brother used to love it, we always used to fight cos mrs. pepperpot used to come on at the same tym and i wantd to watch tht... amazing the useless info u tend to remember... like the theme song to a cartoon u neva watched hahhaaha... u kno its funny i cnt usually find ppl who watched or even knew abt som of my favorite cartoons liek maxi's world and gummi bears and goof troop and everyone used to play with barbie and not sindy! wots up with tht?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6717291460851967248?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6717291460851967248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6717291460851967248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6717291460851967248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6717291460851967248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/barbie-or-sindy.html' title='barbie or sindy?'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6393763835483293139</id><published>2007-03-29T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T00:11:52.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of clarity</title><content type='html'>in the midst of all the cwrk tht ive had in past few months i neva really thort abt much else but lately since i been at home i thort abt y i chose engineering and i suddenly remberd y... 2 be unique, i rember my dad tellin me tht ther rnt many women in engineering and certainly not asian women so i thort.. heres an oppertunity 2 b different, now i think i may b mor suited to consultancy so am lookin into tht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really anything intresting to blog abt... found out my brother broke his nose wen he was 2 or 3 at nursery but didnt kno it was broken til now, dr sed may need surgery 2 fix it, my mum and sister wr so worried, but i told him strainght, aint no surgery gonna fix tht face... not much else hapnin...went 2 c kulsys (one of my frends from 6 form) baby other day... oh and if yor readin, raisa, zak and sami, i am plannin 2 c u all som tym in the near future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-6393763835483293139?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6393763835483293139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=6393763835483293139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6393763835483293139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/6393763835483293139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/moment-of-clarity.html' title='a moment of clarity'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-746344274014559317</id><published>2007-03-13T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:21:27.086Z</updated><title type='text'>aren't kidz cute</title><content type='html'>my dad was in cov on business 2day so had dinner with my dad in cov which was nice, id almost 4gotten wot my dad lookd like, we discussed what my future plans were agen (the conversation where i tell him i dnt hav any plans, i jus wanna travel the world) and he said the group we went to EBC (everest base camp) with was doin a trip to the inca trail in october 2008, which wud b awesom but cnt b plannin tht far ahed jus yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wot else... went 2 leicester this weekend 2 saarans sisters house, her lil nephews so cute, hes 7 years old and hes got a lil money box where he's savin the pennies to marry his sweetheart with and buy their mansion, how cute is tht! so i thought abt my lil nephew, he's abt 1 and half yrs old now and i phoned him, i said "hello hamza, how r u 2day? which cars did u play with? did u watch big cook little cook?"&lt;br /&gt;to which he replied "fuck"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-746344274014559317?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/746344274014559317/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-780888804682499628</id><published>2007-03-02T14:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:50:20.911Z</updated><title type='text'>all nighter</title><content type='html'>as i havent slept in ova 26 hours (thts a long tym 4 som1 like me who needs abt 10 hours of sleep to be able to function properly the nxt day) i thort it wud be an interesting time to blog as i am quite liable to talk about anything rangin from my burning desire to be able to spin a pen round my thumb like the chinese do oh so easily to my struggling battle with a drug addiction... jus kiddin, but not abt the pen thing, i really wanna b able to do tht....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u kno wot i noticed abt mself... i tend not to avoid problems, if i c problems ahed or if i kno the predicament ill land mself in by not doin somthin then i dnt avoid it, i jus dive right in... take this cwrk for example, i jus cud not b bothrd 2 do it, all nyt i was jus messin round, tryn to make mself care, every1 els was workin so hard on it, and i knew wot i had 2 do, i jus didnt care enough 2 actually do it, so i waited to really close to the dedline hopin time wud put pressure but it didnt, so i jus handed it in incomplete... hahahaa a lab report without any results or graphs! i didnt even put the things he told us to put in the report and i kno, i kno ill get a rediculously low mark 4 it...oh well...  thts jus one example but i do tht a lot and i dnt really kno y... i think i need to be more afraid of the consequences... wow this is an "interesting" entry hahaha ill read it agen nxt tym and think wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really dnt kno y but thers this boy on my course keeps callin me "sanjeeta" "hey sanjeeta, hows your cwrk goin?" "what's up sanjeeta?" i really shud tell him, the name your tryn to say is pronounced san-Gita.. GIta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-780888804682499628?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/780888804682499628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=780888804682499628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/780888804682499628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/780888804682499628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-nighter.html' title='all nighter'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-6023360369364824906</id><published>2007-02-15T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:54:47.431Z</updated><title type='text'>hula hoop!</title><content type='html'>we got no internet at home at the mo which is a bit of a bitch but it reminds me of a simpler time... watchin tv oh and playin with my hula hoop, i was doin the hula for aaages the other night, its sooooooooo much fun weeeeeeeee! err.. errr... i mean i was workin long and hard on my robotics cwrk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18933504.post-7772453119275723333</id><published>2007-01-29T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:06:26.052Z</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>u kno how ive always sed guys wi long hair and ponys look gay and generall not hot... well theres somthin abt bono singin with or without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways i jus had 2 dedlines 2day, one of which i messed up sooo badly, i dnt think ive eva handed in such a bad cwrk, i knew wot i did for the cwrk was totallly wrong and felt a bit embarassed handin it in in that state but then i jus thort 2 hell with it, ill cut my losses an hand it in, not really worth tht much but ppl, plz dnt ask me wot i got for the systems once we get it back.. infact plz dnt ask abt any of my cwrks...even if i ask u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-4426037268155742060</id><published>2007-01-20T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:25:13.352Z</updated><title type='text'>make or break?</title><content type='html'>so, i jus found out i got a lab on monda mornin 9 am tht counts for 10% which i dnt hav a clu abt coz i didnt go to the lects and he didnt post anything onlyn nor gave out anything, got the robotics lab this week for which i still gotta learn som software and the mechanical design and systems both of which are major pieces of cwrk in for same day, same tym nxt mond.... yeh its a lot less fun then it sounds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-4426037268155742060?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-3806281392687847894</id><published>2006-12-30T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:41:54.619Z</updated><title type='text'>You're jokin', you're jokin', i can't believe my eyes!</title><content type='html'>im rediscoverin tv agen.... we got the new sky box wer u can record things witout a video tape or anything, so i been watchin the nightmare before chrismas over and over hahaa love that movy, its so catchy and funny...so much fun watchin it, and corpse bride is on 2morro yippeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;oh and theres the vicar of dibley cmin on 2morro or monday, used to watch tht all the tym wen it used to com on.. i kno its a bit predictable n stuff but i still lov watchin it... ahh tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and eid mubarak 2 all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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eyes!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-116681186807590860</id><published>2006-12-22T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:24:28.106Z</updated><title type='text'>hurricanes</title><content type='html'>abt half way thru hols alredy... havnt really don neting 2 blog abt... so prepared to be bored mwahahaa....&lt;br /&gt;well i got my hair cut the other day, got a bit carried away and had it cut bit shorter than wot looks good, miss havin longer than waistlong hair... had a laff wid my dear cousin rokiya playin the didgeridoo, its sooo much fun once u figure out how 2 play it, we played nursery rhymes :-D... boing boing... oh and my mum bort me this wonderful jar of honey but it only lastd me a few days mmm how i do love honey but am doin rather well am only on my 2nd jar so far this hol... went 2 c a few frends, and i found out one of my close frends who i used to go shoppin with is pregnant! thts 2 of my frends now, congratulations if i havent alredy sed so but rather u than me! :-P ... speakin of shoppin i cant wait till boxin day, gonna hit meadowhall first, then trafford centre and leeds!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116681186807590860?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116681186807590860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=116681186807590860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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chill... feels like terms alredy over...well it nearly is now except i got a couple of lects and meetin wid my supervisor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo&lt;br /&gt;fond memories of this term:&lt;br /&gt;pushing sena around in a tesco trolley singin "don't cry" at som rediculous hour wen normal ppl sleep, hmmm we seem 2 sing tht song alot.... shazia cmin over 4 the weekend us goin midnyt tesco shoppin 4 choclatiness yet agen sleepin at 6am... dancin at habibis... wlkn 2 campus yeh i kno it sounds strange but i quite like my little walks 2 campus, gettin lost as i do so (not literally, i mean in my mind)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarassin moments:&lt;br /&gt;jumpin up and screamin in my supervisors office coz ther was a wee spider on me... cnt think of anythin else but rest assured ther was a few moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and u wnt bleev wot fizah sed 2 me the other day- she sed i lookd chubby!! i think she ment my face, do i hav a chubby face? i askd sena but she sed no and saaran sed i hav a big head (on a totally seper8 occasion) compared to the rest of my body... she sed it was a compliment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116553561740341115?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116553561740341115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=116553561740341115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/116553561740341115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/116553561740341115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/jack-rabbit-slims.html' title='jack rabbit slims!!'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-116381387646880124</id><published>2006-11-18T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:37:56.483Z</updated><title type='text'>true colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You with the sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged&lt;br /&gt;Oh I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage&lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people&lt;br /&gt;You can lose sight of it all&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness, inside you&lt;br /&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be unhappy, can't remember&lt;br /&gt;When I last saw you laughing&lt;br /&gt;If this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Like a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;Discouraged now&lt;br /&gt;Realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this world makes you crazy&lt;br /&gt;And you've taken all you can bear&lt;br /&gt;You call me up&lt;br /&gt;Because you know I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;Shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors, true colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's a shining through&lt;br /&gt;I see your true colors&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;br /&gt;Your true colors, true colors&lt;br /&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116381387646880124?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18933504.post-116345310212100191</id><published>2006-11-13T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:25:02.143Z</updated><title type='text'>a normal day</title><content type='html'>so my landlords finally gonna put curtains in my room! cnt wait! no more lyt blazin in at 7.30am... and also i discoverd 2day tht i can scan my uni card w/out takin it outa my wallet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116345310212100191?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116345310212100191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=116345310212100191' title='3 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display!! can u bleev tht?! how rude- and 2 trafford centre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116274918699912303?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116274918699912303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=116274918699912303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/116274918699912303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/116274918699912303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2006/11/button-moon.html' title='button moon'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-116232988392953344</id><published>2006-10-31T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:24:43.940Z</updated><title type='text'>trick or treat?</title><content type='html'>had trik or treaters com round aall eve, so cute in ther scary lil outfits...&lt;br /&gt;n'tin new 2 blog abt really, im gonna work hard this year i keep tellin mself but its jus not hapnin i jus dnt seem 2 find the time which is wierd coz wen i think abt it i dnt do anything all day... this is not good... ok ok from 2morro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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limp a bit but wlk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116177120899344828?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116177120899344828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18933504&amp;postID=116177120899344828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/116177120899344828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18933504/posts/default/116177120899344828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-is-not-good-day.html' title='today is not a good day'/><author><name>Zaynab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057058657290694950</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-18933504.post-116162305430266901</id><published>2006-10-23T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:07:04.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eid Mubarak ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Time to restart the diet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18933504-116162305430266901?l=zaynabsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaynabsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116162305430266901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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