<?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-5599527</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:00:16.251+04:00</updated><title type='text'>-=[MobY TriCe]=-</title><subtitle type='html'>Summer Oasis Petroleum Institute 2003</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105998301665958006</id><published>2003-08-04T11:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T11:39:06.073+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My Trip to Dubai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My school decided to organize a trip for all the tenth grade. We had a choice of either an expensive trip to Lebanon or sleepover in Dubai. We chose the trip to Dubai because it was cheaper and closer to our home.&lt;br /&gt;   It was a Thursday morning. We got dressed and assembled in the courtyard. After all the students got into the buses and everything was organized and ready, we set off to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;   The trip was so fun that we didn't feel the time pass by. We were listening to music and passing food around. The distance from Abu Dhabi to Dubai seemed to be shorter than usual.&lt;br /&gt;   When we reached Dubai, we first headed to the museum. There were many interesting things about the history of U.A.E. But, like all other musuems, it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;    Next, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.waficity.com/intro"&gt;Wafi City&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it was amazing. But, it turned out to be like all the other malls.&lt;br /&gt;    In the evening, we went to Wild Wadi, which I thought was great. It was so fun I felt as if I was in a different country.Many people were there. Everybody was having fun. The water slide was one of the most popular attractions in the water park. I couldn't get bored of it. Even though I tried it more than ten times. It was so huge. We had to go up this small tower to get to the top. It takes us about ten minutes, since the weather up there is cold and we're wearing nothing but shorts. But once we reach the top, its all worth it. We slide down this dark pipe. You could hear your echo as you scream. It was, for sure, better than the rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four hours of continues fun, it was time to go. It was getting dark and very cold. We got our things and then headed towards the bus. We were on our way home when I thought how I would never forget this experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105998301665958006?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105998301665958006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105998301665958006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105998301665958006' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105980856740494777</id><published>2003-08-02T11:16:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:16:07.440+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My Favourite Hobby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite hobbies is collecting things. My goal is to have a wide collection of many things. Before, I liked collecting marbles. I had a collection of over 500 marbles. They were in every size and colour. But, I lost interest and gave them  to my younger brother so he could continue collecting. But, as expected, he didn't. Instead, he lost most of my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother also loves collecting things. In fact, he has a large collection of Pokemon cards and toys. He also has a large amount if rubber balls. I hope his collection continus to grow in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105980856740494777?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105980856740494777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105980856740494777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105980856740494777' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105954955129983085</id><published>2003-07-30T11:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T11:28:46.056+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My Normal Morning In the Summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyday, I wake up at 6 o'clock A.M. to get dressed for the Summer course at the Petroleum Institute. The bus comes at 7:00. So,  I normally sleep all the way since we have to pick up others at Baniyas and other far-away places. As I reach the Petroleum Institute at about 8:30. Then, I go to the canteen with my friends and have breakfast for 30 min. At 9:00, we go to class. Then at 10:30, we have a break for 30 min. After that we head towards the computer lab to work on our computing skills. Till now, we have been improving the blogs that we created in class. Then we print them out and give them our teacher, &lt;a href="http://www.vancestevens.com"&gt;Mr. Vance Stevens&lt;/a&gt;. Then, we are free to go anywhere. Normally, we go to the canteen for lunch. If not, we stay in the computer lab to surf the net. At 12:30, we return by bus to our houses. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105954955129983085?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105954955129983085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105954955129983085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105954955129983085' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105946509585089932</id><published>2003-07-29T11:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T08:50:43.050+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The Worst Day of my Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened in one of the summer days. We were hanging out in a little forest in Montreal, Canada. Everybody goes to that place. The only problem was that it had a bad reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Most underage smokers go there to smoke and people buy and sell illegal things like weed and stolen stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I was eating my pizza minding my own business, when all of a sudden the police showed up. They asked us to stay in place so they can check us. Everybody started running. So, we ran away also. The police managed to catch some of the smokers,but they also caught me and two others who were with me.&lt;br /&gt;They took us to the police station. I was so nervous. They asked us questions and gave us many tests. After the tests, we turned out  to be innocent. The police replied,"sorry for the inconvenience".  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105946509585089932?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105946509585089932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105946509585089932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105946509585089932' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105929160972906523</id><published>2003-07-27T11:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T12:02:47.270+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.aabdullah.blogspot.com"&gt;Mohammed Saif&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://www.uaeFREAK.blogspot.com"&gt;Abdulla Ali&lt;/a&gt; both have blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105929160972906523?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105929160972906523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105929160972906523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929160972906523' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105929040253747194</id><published>2003-07-27T11:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T11:20:02.550+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/vance_pi/files/2003summer/"&gt;pictures of my classmates &lt;/a&gt;in the pi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105929040253747194?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105929040253747194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105929040253747194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929040253747194' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105894600427475415</id><published>2003-07-23T11:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:40:04.203+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> 	                           &lt;em&gt;A Self-Introduction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Abdulla Mohammed Al Junaibi. I come from the U.A.E. At the moment, I am studying at the petroleum Institute. I studied at the Abu Dhabi International Private School.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I’ll be going to the Eleventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105894600427475415?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105894600427475415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105894600427475415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105894600427475415' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599527.post-105877341483161888</id><published>2003-07-21T11:43:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:22:44.016+04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                                           &lt;em&gt;Interview with Ali AL Ammari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Ali Al Ammari, comes from Abu Dhabi, UAE. He likes horse riding, surfing the net, and picking fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dislikes waking up early for school, traveling, and silly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes to have better computing skills at the end of this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be a doctor in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion about him is that he is an interesting guy. He is fun to be around and could be a very good friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599527-105877341483161888?l=mobytrice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105877341483161888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599527/posts/default/105877341483161888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mobytrice.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105877341483161888' title=''/><author><name>Abdulla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15733542662684369024</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></entry></feed>
