<?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-15456937</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:48.250+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady samantha</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sex with an ex can be depressing. If it's good, you don't have it anymore; if it's bad, you just had sex with an ex." - Samantha (sex and the city)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112637163308678274</id><published>2005-09-10T21:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:00:33.110+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone once said</title><content type='html'>"We can scare ourselves or inspire ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;We can make the word "love mean pain or use it as a celebration of caring.&lt;br /&gt;We can see people as objects of scorn or as human beings, though perhaps imperfect and capable of unhappy acts.&lt;br /&gt;We are in charge.&lt;br /&gt; We are the artchitects of our own attitudes and experiences.&lt;br /&gt; We design the world by the way we choose it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112637163308678274?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112637163308678274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112637163308678274' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112637163308678274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112637163308678274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/09/someone-once-said.html' title='Someone once said'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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-15456937.post-112613119617637197</id><published>2005-09-08T02:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:13:16.196+05:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i could just take off</title><content type='html'>i can't write..don't know what's the matter with me..maybe it's the weather...yalla when is it going to be october...then november...i want to wear winter clothes...i want to be able to walk somewhere...anywhere...just walk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112613119617637197?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112613119617637197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112613119617637197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112613119617637197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112613119617637197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/09/wish-i-could-just-take-off.html' title='wish i could just take off'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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-15456937.post-112595728358814383</id><published>2005-09-06T02:49:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:57:26.486+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City Quiz(exclusive  for the ladies)</title><content type='html'>Hey girls..&lt;br /&gt;Do you identify with the  ladies of Sex and the City?  Take this quiz to find out which sexy City lady you're really like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://quiz.ivillage.com/astrology/tests/sexandthecity.htm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/astrology/test/sexandthecity.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my score was 40% carrie&lt;br /&gt;             30% charlotte&lt;br /&gt;             20% miranda&lt;br /&gt;             and only 10% samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112595728358814383?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112595728358814383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112595728358814383' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112595728358814383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112595728358814383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/09/sex-and-city-quizexclusive-for-ladies.html' title='Sex and the City Quiz(exclusive  for the ladies)'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112576482002156142</id><published>2005-09-03T21:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T16:03:28.703+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah and Advice on Men</title><content type='html'>HEAR WHAT OPRAH HAD TO SAY ABOUT MEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorites are in bold: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends" A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only person you can control in a relationship is you.&lt;/strong&gt;  SO TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something bothers you, speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man know everything.* He will use it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man's behavior.* Change comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he has more education or in a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone&lt;br /&gt;complimentary...not supplementary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;/strong&gt;)Definitely) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so which ones do you agree with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112576482002156142?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112576482002156142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112576482002156142' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112576482002156142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112576482002156142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/09/oprah-and-advice-on-men.html' title='Oprah and Advice on Men'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112540588160799942</id><published>2005-08-30T17:11:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:52:08.690+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Also Tagged</title><content type='html'>i've been tagged by janjoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 years a go&lt;/strong&gt;:can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 years ago:&lt;/strong&gt; can't recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 year ago&lt;/strong&gt;: in a failing marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm a spontaneous kind of person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;: cheese danish, brie cheese, camembert,chocolates,calamata olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bands/artists that I know the lyrics to most of their songs&lt;/strong&gt;: i don't memorize lyrics but i enjoy listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I'd do with $100,000,000&lt;/strong&gt;:  Give half of it to open special needs care center free of charge and with the rest move to the UK, buy a house and open the gourment organic sandwich/coffee shop  i've always dreamed of owning and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 locations I'd like to run away to&lt;/strong&gt;: mauritius,florence,edinburgh,grenoble,bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bad habits I have&lt;/strong&gt;:dream alot,moody,can't stand boredom,skipping from one subject to another in a conversation(i.e. a short attention span)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I will never wear&lt;/strong&gt;: shoulder pads, grey knickers, grandma knickers, anthing gaudy, too much make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 TV. shows I like&lt;/strong&gt;: Friends,Everybody loves Raymond, Sex and the City (of course), Seinfeld, all the shows on BBCFood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 movies I like&lt;/strong&gt;:  Gone with the Wind, Serendipity,Only You,Washington Square,the truth about cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people I'd like to meet&lt;/strong&gt;: tough one...mahatma gandhi,mother teresa,prophet mohammed, my great grandmother and great grand-dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 fav toys:&lt;/strong&gt; my car, my portable dvd player, my mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging whoever wants to be tagged..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112540588160799942?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112540588160799942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112540588160799942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112540588160799942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112540588160799942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/also-tagged.html' title='Also Tagged'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112523644307417548</id><published>2005-08-28T18:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:40:43.080+05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this quote</title><content type='html'>i came across a post by kuwaitilady which was her favorite quote from sex and the city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: When it comes to relationships, maybe we're all in glass houses, and shouldn't throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less. Than butterflies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112523644307417548?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112523644307417548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112523644307417548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112523644307417548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112523644307417548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-this-quote.html' title='i love this quote'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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-15456937.post-112498563649755818</id><published>2005-08-25T20:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:00:36.533+05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE SCENE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked so cosy and safe in their small living room...snuggled infront of the fireplace, nestled in each other's arms..&lt;br /&gt;she(looking up into his eyes): "i feel strongly for you..i really do..you're obviously a genuine, caring person..but i have been hurt so much in the past.. i'm afraid of being used"&lt;br /&gt;he( looking down deeply into her eyes):"i know what you mean..i don't want you to be hurt either..i'd never hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clings to him and her fears melt away..and their lips lock in trembling kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get carried away by these sensual scenes. i'm a sucker for  mushy romantic movies, and soft music, candle-lit dinners ..flowers, chocolates, &lt;br /&gt;slow dancing....(sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112498563649755818?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112498563649755818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112498563649755818' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112498563649755818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112498563649755818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-i-want.html' title='What I want'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112491956824783089</id><published>2005-08-25T00:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T02:39:28.250+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So where is my home?&lt;br /&gt;and where is my heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112491956824783089?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112491956824783089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112491956824783089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112491956824783089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112491956824783089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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-15456937.post-112462981056689147</id><published>2005-08-22T03:59:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T18:10:10.570+05:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss ....</title><content type='html'>i miss  my friends in florida...i miss my easy life down there...i miss my school, i even miss the humidity and the thunderstorms...i miss the malls..and the nightclubs...i miss my appartment in ft. lauderdale....i'm in  a crabby mood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112462981056689147?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112432297538682658</id><published>2005-08-18T14:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T04:56:15.390+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual place to have sex</title><content type='html'>A fellow blogger inspired me to write today's post..It's a bit on the risque side , so for all of you faint-hearted folks, please take note and beware of the answers that may follow..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is the most unusual  place you have or would like to have sex in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112432297538682658?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112432297538682658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112432297538682658' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112432297538682658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112432297538682658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/unusual-place-to-have-sex.html' title='Unusual place to have sex'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112423665651193660</id><published>2005-08-17T04:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T04:57:36.513+05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sleepless in Dahiya"</title><content type='html'>i admit i was a bit crabby yesterday after i got that attitude from the&lt;br /&gt;soon to be married colleague...but the comments i got on my post really put a smile on my face again..only problem now is that i can't get myself to sleep...i've been restless since the day i got back from holiday..not sleeping before 3 or 4 in the morning, then having to wake up early again to go to the office...&lt;br /&gt;so hear i am again..."sleepless in dahiya"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112423665651193660?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112423665651193660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112423665651193660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112423665651193660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112423665651193660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/sleepless-in-dahiya.html' title='&quot;Sleepless in Dahiya&quot;'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15456937.post-112419680098377799</id><published>2005-08-16T17:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:00:20.563+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My EX</title><content type='html'>First off, Thanx everyone for your warm welcome..I think i'm going to love this "virtual neighborhood" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was back at work today and if found out that one my colleagues just got engaged. I was very happy for her, cuz her ultimate goal was to marry someone loaded and marry into a well known familia. As the custom goes here, All the girls from the other departments were coming over to wish her luck and joy and all that..When it was my turn, she gave me a sly look and told me "al-fal lich".  For some reason, her look was saying something like i feel sorry for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that people at work had been talking about my divorce like it was a big celebrity scandal. Everyone thought we were the perfect couple until last year when they started to realize that i wasn't the sweet, talkative, vivacious girl i had been before the marriage. But for some reason the girls look they are almost glad that i am separated...like  whispering behind my back and so. Maybe i am rambling on, but it really hurt me the look she gave me. I tend to be very discreet about my failed marriage. My ex was in a very selfish, shallow, egotistical maniac. I tried leaving him 3 times during the years we were together,but everytime he implores me and begs me to get back to him..Finally, after one holiday spent entirely with him, i decided that it can never be mended. I had lost all respect and love for him. I'm already in tears again recalling all of this. i will have to stop. until next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112419680098377799?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112419680098377799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112419680098377799' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112419680098377799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112419680098377799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-ex.html' title='My EX'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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-15456937.post-112414587015036757</id><published>2005-08-16T03:42:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T03:44:30.153+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>This is my first day blogging...q8i bloggers all seem so nice and friendly..can't wait to make some "blogger buddies"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15456937-112414587015036757?l=samanthaq8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/feeds/112414587015036757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15456937&amp;postID=112414587015036757' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112414587015036757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15456937/posts/default/112414587015036757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samanthaq8.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>samanthaq8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11780000174709756352</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></feed>
