<?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-14529093</id><updated>2012-02-13T14:15:33.400+02:00</updated><category term='turtle'/><category term='شعر'/><category term='indifference'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Insanity'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='change'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='خواطر'/><category term='Friend'/><category term='ليـــــــــــلى'/><category term='People'/><category term='كاظم'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Simple Things'/><category term='Sister'/><category term='Dream'/><category term='Childish'/><category term='Silence'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Mama'/><category term='Wish'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Missing'/><category term='الحياة'/><category term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Have a Look Deep Inside</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes we need to dig deeper inside us to discover what hurts, pleases and affects us,and To do so we have to watch ourselves carefully, and let our spirits speak just as they feel and then watch out what lies deep inside</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-7929619455481977493</id><published>2011-09-09T03:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:15:33.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Flattered =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJA51PxV860/TmlonkdXndI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0b_zO69uhlE/s1600/imagesCAUSQ26T.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJA51PxV860/TmlonkdXndI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0b_zO69uhlE/s1600/imagesCAUSQ26T.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Wednesday ... something special happened to me, that I am really happy with. I hope that this&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;it's meant to be as I wish it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-7929619455481977493?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/7929619455481977493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=7929619455481977493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/7929619455481977493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/7929619455481977493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-flattered.html' title='I&apos;m Flattered =)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJA51PxV860/TmlonkdXndI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0b_zO69uhlE/s72-c/imagesCAUSQ26T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5710973476751408202</id><published>2011-09-05T23:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:34:35.991+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today, I started writing it&amp;nbsp;ALL down, dedicating every line and every word in it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I may be able to&amp;nbsp;reveal it to you one day.&amp;nbsp;Hoping and waiting for that day to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5710973476751408202?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5710973476751408202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5710973476751408202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5710973476751408202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5710973476751408202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-all-about-you.html' title='It&apos;s all about you...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4290493125562623331</id><published>2011-06-14T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:25:31.344+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>I Dreamt of you :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0bYV9kDo8w/TfcoX-zYR0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gj4vHF29BuM/s1600/All.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0bYV9kDo8w/TfcoX-zYR0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gj4vHF29BuM/s320/All.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, it was a very nice dream, I wished it was true, and I wished I kept dreaming and didn't have to wake up to go work.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt you were buying a house near our's and that you brought me very nice cadeaux, the ones that I like the simple ones that I just can be perfectly happy with.&lt;br /&gt;The cadeaux included chocolate, it was toblerone IN DISGUISE :D .. shaklaha kan 3ageeb shewaya...&lt;br /&gt;And also, the ones that I like the most was a box full of colored wooden, butterflies, and the circluar flowers that I like with the colors that I love baby blue and pinkish.. I was flying from the idea of you getting me something, from the surprise of seeing you, and from the BEAUTIFUL things that were inside the box :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4290493125562623331?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4290493125562623331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4290493125562623331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4290493125562623331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4290493125562623331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dreamt-of-you.html' title='I Dreamt of you :))'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0bYV9kDo8w/TfcoX-zYR0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gj4vHF29BuM/s72-c/All.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-1683340703767360822</id><published>2011-06-07T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:10:04.818+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>Make a Wish =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJyFEEJLvUQ/Te1d7nxli3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/PbJFqZ5IVN0/s1600/BE9FWT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJyFEEJLvUQ/Te1d7nxli3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/PbJFqZ5IVN0/s1600/BE9FWT.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I received an e-mail from "Causes", at the end of it was a "Make a Wish" button, to create a Cause for something that I would love to&amp;nbsp;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the reason behind the mail, and regardless of that it's just an automated mail that is sent to me and to many other people... I dun know why I was so touched by these words that were written on the button "Make a Wish"...this magical sentence had its effect on me, and it peneterated my mind, my soul and my heart and let me think, think and think ...&lt;br /&gt;I guess that it's a very nice feeling that all you have to do is just to wish, dun worry about the HOW the possible and the impossible, just wish, feeling deep inside that the wish has its opportunity to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about hearing the word "Make a Wish" ..&amp;nbsp;is that you feel that&amp;nbsp;somebody's taking care of your wish,&amp;nbsp;and is helping you in accomplishing what you want and is "SHARING" you your&amp;nbsp;wishes. What makes this sentence&amp;nbsp;has that effect is that you feel that&amp;nbsp;someone willingly offered&amp;nbsp;to take the&amp;nbsp;job&amp;nbsp;of making it come true. may be&amp;nbsp;this is because&amp;nbsp;Human is capable of helping others than helping oneself,&amp;nbsp;hence that's why it has that's magical effect on us as it carries an implicit hope or a guarantee for fulfillment and coming true.&lt;br /&gt;Or, may be we are just comforted with sharing our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-1683340703767360822?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/1683340703767360822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=1683340703767360822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1683340703767360822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1683340703767360822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-wish.html' title='Make a Wish =)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJyFEEJLvUQ/Te1d7nxli3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/PbJFqZ5IVN0/s72-c/BE9FWT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-7584315800049216260</id><published>2011-06-01T00:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:44:58.004+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NonSense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ana ta3bana w zah2ana w mesh 3arfa ana 3ayza walla 3arfa ana momken a3mel eih 3ashan atbeset 7assa en ana 3andy 7alet rekoood, fel fekr wel maghood wel 7amas.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless may be.... want things to turn to the better alone without me helping in anything..mesh 3ashan 7aga bas mesh adra 7assa eny me7taga a3mel hibernate l 7ayaty&lt;br /&gt;w lamma agy a2oom ba2a ISA ab2a a3mel repair&lt;br /&gt;ay kalam mesh hay7sal w ahy ta7'areeef w 7'allas .. bas 7assa eny 3ayza a2ool ay kelmeteen gayez l robama astaraya7 aw 3al a2al 3ayza abtedy ada3bed gowaya gayez awsal l ay 7aga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-7584315800049216260?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/7584315800049216260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=7584315800049216260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/7584315800049216260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/7584315800049216260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2011/06/nonsense.html' title='NonSense'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8946428737387363490</id><published>2011-01-02T01:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:53:23.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dun know what to say, but first of all, I am really deeply sorry for all the victim's of yesterday's explosion and all their families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am speechless, because SORRY IS NOT ENOUGH, by my nature, I would&amp;nbsp;have approached&amp;nbsp;my friends who are between Sad, Angry, Frustrated, or just Giving Up that anything could get any better. I would have tried to highlight anything good, and help them to hope for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But, this time I just can't do this...because, I am just feelin the same .. or at least I just believe that I am feeling so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue is not small, and it's recurrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine, people are in the church, worshiping God in their own way, and during the time of the feast. And then a BLACK.BLIND.BOMB just ruins the expected awaited happiness in the feast time of a little child, that may have lost a mother or a father or both in that explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing that girl when she grows up... in everytime she misses her parents or one of them .. this missing is going to be turned to hatred to the other .. which we can't blame her for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, the families of these victims, need coaching to be able to live normally with the others.&lt;br /&gt;And also the environment needs to be reformed in many ways. So, that all of us can feel safe.. and YES i see that the security wasn't enough, but ALSO i believe that their shouldn't be guards aslan for the Worshiping Houses, it should be the most safe and secured place, without any external security...The value of these places should be known to all and should be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am sorry FOR the innocent people and their families, but not sorry on behalf of those criminals, because I dun know who they are.. but all what I am sure of is that I am totally unrelated to them.. so it's a shame to talk with their name aslan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I am sorry, sad, wanna close my eyes and open it and see us learning from this horrible experience....TOGETHER facing those extremists and/OR strangers who for sure are full of hatred and all negative feelings to this country and all its people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8946428737387363490?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8946428737387363490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8946428737387363490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8946428737387363490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8946428737387363490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-sorry.html' title='Really Sorry'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4848346194132269212</id><published>2010-12-11T04:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:07:38.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ColorQuiz.com - The free five minute personality test!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt;ColorQuiz.com - The free five minute personality test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4848346194132269212?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.colorquiz.com/' title='ColorQuiz.com - The free five minute personality test!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4848346194132269212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4848346194132269212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4848346194132269212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4848346194132269212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/12/colorquizcom-free-five-minute.html' title='ColorQuiz.com - The free five minute personality test!'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-2477249337865221831</id><published>2010-11-02T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:38:33.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;While working and listening to "Mesh Faraa Maay" by fayrooz ... I wondered does it not really matter ?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I know it's not true... and it does matter. But, I am just convincing myself with the opposite .. and I know I am not successful in that brainwashing task I am doing to myslef especially after that dream that I had today .. I dreamt with you, and I was very upset when I woke up and find that it was just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-2477249337865221831?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/2477249337865221831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=2477249337865221831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2477249337865221831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2477249337865221831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/11/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-1303245136557453288</id><published>2010-10-28T01:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:54:44.371+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Nothing existed one day !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NO more trials are still undone, no more approaches are still not tested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have done all what I can do, and said all what I can say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I tried hardly and did my best, which was not enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and it's very difficult when your best is just not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's very bad feeling when you still have hope inside, and wish to do more, but just dun know what is exactly this "more" is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If this state has been reached, then for sure something wrong has been there from the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And unfortunately, I have just discovered this&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's my cursed expectations that have no limits, and have no solid ground to stand upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am fond of maximizing the minor, and seeing the things that are not there...and ignoring the things that are clear as the sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's me who's building the fake fantasy world for myself to live in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am like those who make a lie and then believe it.. I believe it, live it and long for it ... am I torturing myself or what ... I really dun understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Shall I ever change, will that be possible one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Will I ever be able to distinguish the truth from the illusions that I create for myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And if I'll be able to do this in the future, what about those fake things that I am living with now, and just can't co-ope with anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-1303245136557453288?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/1303245136557453288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=1303245136557453288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1303245136557453288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1303245136557453288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-existed-one-day.html' title='Nothing existed one day !!!'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-347490340429630049</id><published>2010-09-25T21:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:15:59.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ليـــــــــــلى'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='كاظم'/><title type='text'>انـــا وليـــــــــــلى</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ماتت بمحراب عينيك ابتهالاتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;واستسلمت لنداء الياس راياتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;جفت على بابك الموصود ازمنتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ليلى وما اثمرت شيئاً نداءاتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;عامان مارف لى لحن على وتر&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ولا استفاقت على نور 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مسراتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;واغربتاه&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مضاع هاجرت مدني حسني&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وما ابحرت منها شراعاتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;نفيت واستوطن الاغراب فى بلدي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ودمروا كل اشيائى الحبيبات&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;خانتك عيناك&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فى زيف وفى كذب&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ام غرك البهرج والخداع مولاتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فراشة جئت القى كل اجنحتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لديك فأحترقت ظلماً جناحاتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;اصيح والسيف مزروع بخاصرتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;والغدر حطم آمالي العريضات&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وانت ايضاً الا تبت يداك&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;اذا اثرت قتلي واستعذبت اناتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;من لى بحذف اسمك الشفاف من لغتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;اذن ستسمى بلا ليلى حكاياتي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-347490340429630049?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/347490340429630049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=347490340429630049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/347490340429630049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/347490340429630049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_25.html' title='انـــا وليـــــــــــلى'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-2458805162983236566</id><published>2010-09-25T15:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:49:47.402+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='الحياة'/><title type='text'>عيشها كدة زى ما هى</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;لو هعيط ... فانا هعيط اوى ... بس انا مش هعيط ... عشان حتى العياط مبأش بيريحنى ... و حتى الكتابة ... بقالى كتيير مكتبتش حاجة من جواية بجد لانى مش عايزة افكر... مش عايزة اشوف ولا عايزة احس ولا عايزة اعقل اللى حواليا... عشان متعبش اكترما انا اصلا تعبانة.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ابتلاء الله دائما يكون فيه رحمة ... دايما فى عز الازمة تجيلك رسالة من ربنا تقوللك انا واقف جنبك و معاك و قريب منك و حاسس&amp;nbsp;بيك. حاجة بتديك قوة و تفاؤل فى عز المحنة.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;انما النلس فما&amp;nbsp;اقساها ما هقساها ما اقساها... بيوجعوك و انت عامل حسابك ان هما دول مصدر&amp;nbsp;قوتك و ربما سبب فرحتك&amp;nbsp;... بيوجعوك و وجع قوى على قدر غلو مكانتهم عندك و تواضع مكانتك - ان وجدت&amp;nbsp;- عندهم.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"هتعمل ايه لو قمت يوم و لاقيت اقرب ما ليك فى الدنيا مش حواليك "&amp;nbsp;...&amp;nbsp;و هو مش حواليك بمحض ارادته و&amp;nbsp;اختياره ... &amp;nbsp;عشان هو شايف ان وجودك فى حياته تماما كعدمه... و ربما عدمه اريح على اية حال&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;اللى هعمله ... هسكت و هتصدم و مش هستنى حاجة كويسة من حد ... و مش هصدق اى معاملة كويسة ولا هقول على حد طيب...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;انا من فترة كنت بقول ان مفيش ناس جديدة هتدخل حياتى ... اللى دخل دخل و خلاص ... المشكلة دلوقتى فى القدام ... هيفضلوا تعبنى كدة لغاية يمتى ؟!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-2458805162983236566?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/2458805162983236566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=2458805162983236566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2458805162983236566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2458805162983236566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='عيشها كدة زى ما هى'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-7775614066802046903</id><published>2010-09-05T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:21:23.043+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><title type='text'>Silence is needed sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever been told to look to yourself in the mirror, when you feel you don't and you know you'll not be pleased seeing the person that will appear in it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;That's exactly what's happening to me, I am forced to answer the simple question of ... "How things are going?" "Are things getting better?"... And the irony is that people are not convinced with a short answer like "el 7amdu lellah”... They need to listen to more than that... They need more details... Some are really worried and they are hoping for a relieving answer... and others are just curious or maybe they're imagining that they're pressing my talk button...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To all these people who care and who do not... Thanks for asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I am not rude when I am saying words like... "Please I dun want to talk "... or "just pray" ... or any silly answer of the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dun want to talk about it, I dun want to realize it... I dun want to see it or hear it... isn't that my right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am escaping for a while from the worries and the terrible thoughts in my mind... is that too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I appreciate my friends who really understands me and appreciate my rights and just stand silent by my side... ready to listen just if I wanted to talk or if they felt it for they know me well ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-7775614066802046903?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/7775614066802046903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=7775614066802046903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/7775614066802046903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/7775614066802046903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/09/silence-is-needed-sometimes.html' title='Silence is needed sometimes'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4156866010809969650</id><published>2010-08-25T12:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:20:49.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yarab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/THT8YdxDutI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QEPrs7Jt32s/s1600/faith.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/THT8YdxDutI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QEPrs7Jt32s/s320/faith.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My dear God .. I really need you .. I need your support .. I have faith in you, I trust in you .. I know you're close, merciful and is observing and do everything for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But, Please God .. mercy our human nature .. mercy our weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I dun need to speak... you know it all ... you know what I am feeling and what I am hoping for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am afraid of being desperate .. please God dun let me be so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sure of your coming blessings .. But I just want them now ... Please God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I need to have a peace of mind.. I need to rest comfortable .. I dun want to be worried .. and I dun want to be confused or hesitated .. I am tired of fear, worry and all the things you know we have been passing through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Please God take our hands and rescue us ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4156866010809969650?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4156866010809969650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4156866010809969650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4156866010809969650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4156866010809969650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/08/yarab.html' title='Yarab'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/THT8YdxDutI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QEPrs7Jt32s/s72-c/faith.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-816220966038649138</id><published>2010-08-08T13:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:46:40.582+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><title type='text'>My Dear Sister ... I Love U :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/TF6E_J_goYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jJSI-KB7S8I/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/TF6E_J_goYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jJSI-KB7S8I/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On your very special day, I wanna tell you I love u. Not the classic clache I love you, but I really mean it in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you as you are because you also accept me as I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love being your sister ... I am blessed with such a kind hearted sister ... and I am thankful for that bless. Although we quarrel a lot :)) but even these things I love as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really wish you all the good things, because when u're blessed and happy .. I feel the same as you and even more ... and when you're down .. I feel it worse and I am deadly&amp;nbsp;worried about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May this year carry to U and accordingly to me all the peace of mind, Mercy from God ... Satisfaction, success and dreams turning into reality AMEEN&amp;nbsp;(F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;P.S:&amp;nbsp;I am writing this ... because I wanted to tell you that&amp;nbsp;I care to show you my feelings in every way I have.&amp;nbsp;And to tell you that you are loved. And to tell you that you're making a BIG and HUGE and Beautiful difference in&amp;nbsp;our life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And why especially&amp;nbsp;this year :)) because I&amp;nbsp;am turning into a mature girl now ... that learnt to appreciate every feeling she has and&amp;nbsp;learnt the importance of expressing it. And learnt&amp;nbsp;that this is the least thing&amp;nbsp;we can do to the people we love ... is to show them what do they really mean to US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-816220966038649138?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/816220966038649138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=816220966038649138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/816220966038649138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/816220966038649138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dear-sister-i-love-u.html' title='My Dear Sister ... I Love U :))'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/TF6E_J_goYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jJSI-KB7S8I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6511147548084526908</id><published>2010-08-08T00:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:48:34.514+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Things'/><title type='text'>Simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/TF3OUH_CsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xvgTIARUvU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/TF3OUH_CsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xvgTIARUvU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Simple things are what really matter ... and I just find my mood is very affected by these simple things all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am grateful for the simple thing of the day :) it made me happy :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6511147548084526908?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6511147548084526908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6511147548084526908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6511147548084526908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6511147548084526908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/08/simple-things.html' title='Simple things'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/TF3OUH_CsDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_xvgTIARUvU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8419309385988005696</id><published>2010-08-06T01:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:22:15.825+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Nothing Specefic =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Other than any Post, I've posted here. I am just writing now with nothing specfic in mind. I just felt that I missed my blog, I felt it has been too long since I've posted anything here .. although I have more than a draft... but just was not completed... and&amp;nbsp; their feelings are gone now.. so they'll not be completed .. at least at the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Briefing on the previous period .. the last 4 months .. I've been passing through very hard and tough time as my dear father was seriously ill... but thanks god ... hopefully things are getting stable ISA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I saw some of my friends today .. and that made a difference el 7amdu lellah .. I really missed them a lot and is still missing the others... but unfortunately =( some dun excuse me for not being able to go out and meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ramadan is approaching, it's less than a week and we'll be there iSA ... ALLAHOMA bale3'na Ramadan and Laylat el Kadr ISA.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But I still can't feel the spirit of Ramadan... I hope I can be spiritually connected soon and deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Waiting for salat el taraweee7 :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8419309385988005696?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8419309385988005696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8419309385988005696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8419309385988005696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8419309385988005696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-specefic.html' title='Nothing Specefic =)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-3026450454705817141</id><published>2009-12-31T23:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:25:16.994+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>It's all about hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;New year ... why is it that remarkable ?!!! I had a thought today .. that this year called 2009 that all people are judging these days, is just a part of me, a part of my life time in this world, experiences that are gone, and may never come again, but will leave their effects whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consciously &lt;/span&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;2009 or whatever the name was, is just a grouping for some days in my life. I may choose to go with all people, and make my new start at this day, or just in any other time I would choose.&lt;br /&gt;And most probably, I would choose the day I was born on from every year for that new start and self evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;2009 is not good or bad, same is for: 2010, 2011, 20** ! It's just a part of my journey in this world, carrying a collection of events, fate, successes failures, that will sum up to make the person I am to be by the end of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And by every year I am coming closer to the person I was meant to be in this life.&lt;br /&gt;Just, we're trying to take a happy path, to end a peaceful end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;It's all about hope, hoping that the coming part of our lives are better.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Portion of Our Lives =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-3026450454705817141?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/3026450454705817141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=3026450454705817141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3026450454705817141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3026450454705817141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-all-about-hope.html' title='It&apos;s all about hope'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-3773319082684793747</id><published>2009-11-12T01:12:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:30:18.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='كاظم'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر'/><title type='text'>حماقة عشرة أعوام</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;يوم الأحد الماضى كنت فى حى الزمالك أقوم بمشوار ما. كنت ذاهبة مع واحدة من صديقاتى و لكنى كنت عائدة بمفردى إلى مصر الجديدة حبيبتى. كنت فى حالة مزاجية قلما تأتى ... أغلقت زجاج سيارتى الا جزء صغير يسمح بتجديد الهواء و استمريت فى غناء كثير من الأغانى و الاعلانات التى علقت بذهنى من قديم و حديث و سعيد و حزين ... فالمشوار من الزمالك لمصر الجديدة لا يأخذ وقت قصير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;و لكن الغريب أن هناك أغنية فكرت بها بطريقة لم تخطر ببالى من قبل و هى أغنية كاظم التى كنت استمع لها و أنا فى الثانوى و هى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;إلا أنتى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;اشهد الا امرأة أتقنت اللعبة إلا أنتى و احتملت حماقة عشرة أعوام كما احتملتى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و اصطبرت على جنونى مثل ما صبرتى و قلمت أظافرى و رتبت دفاترى &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و أدخاتنى روضة الأطفال الا أنتى&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;يااااااااااااااااه حماقة عشرة أعوام ؟!!!!!!!!! أصلا يا ترى على ماذا تشتمل كلمة حماقة ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;هل كان يعرف أخريات و يتركها .... و يتذكرها فقط عندما تفشل قصصه هذه ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;هل كانت أخر اهتماماته بينما كان كل اهتمامتها ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;هل كان يفعل ذلك عن قصد ام فقط لجهله بمشاعرها ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;و أخيرا يا ترى ما هو الشىء الذى أفاقه بعد عشرة سنوات ؟ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;و بالنسبة لها .... من أين اتت بكل هذه القدرة على الاحتمال .... من المؤكد انها كانت تأتيها لحظات من الضعف و اليأس و الاحباط و لكن من المؤكد أيضا ان مشاعرها كانت أكبر و أفوى من ذلك كله... من المؤكد ان كان لديها أمل يكفى العالم أجمع . أو ربما أنها كانت سعيدة بهذه المشاعر الرقيقة التى بداخلها و ترغب فى الاحتفاظ بها لانها جعلتها تكتشف أنها من الممكن ان تعطى كل هذا العطاء&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;و يا ترى كيف كان شعورها و هى تسمع هذه الكلمات التى فى الأغنية ... هل شعرت بالسعادة ام أن الوقت قد فات ... و لديها الأن حالة من الاستغناء ... أو ربما خشيت على مشاعرها الرقيقة من حماقات أخرى ؟ لا نعلم ... فام يخبرنا كاظم بهذا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وصلت مصر الجديدة و انتهيت من مشوارى ولكن استمر سؤال يروادنى: هل يجب على أحد ان يتحمل حماقة عشرة أعوام حتى يقترب من أحبائه ؟ أم انها سعادة ياهظة الثمن النفسى ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;وجدتنى بعدها أقول: &lt;strong&gt;تعبت و تستاهل&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-3773319082684793747?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/3773319082684793747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=3773319082684793747' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3773319082684793747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3773319082684793747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='حماقة عشرة أعوام'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-2637255648079159873</id><published>2009-10-02T05:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:36:56.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Text of Steve Jobs' Commencement address (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://shar.es/1GjDt&gt;Text of Steve Jobs' Commencement address (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-2637255648079159873?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/2637255648079159873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=2637255648079159873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2637255648079159873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2637255648079159873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/10/text-of-steve-jobs-commencement-address.html' title='Text of Steve Jobs&amp;#39; Commencement address (2005)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-2906422477687874150</id><published>2009-08-20T14:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:59:54.958+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Known Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/So1ErtizAYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FOgY8dn4Y5s/s1600-h/B00H78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372025448273478018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/So1ErtizAYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FOgY8dn4Y5s/s400/B00H78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It appears that I never learn, or let me be more fair, I haven't succeeded till now to learn certain lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The thing that annoys me the most, is that I can from the very begining detect that I am doing what I've discovered that it didn't work before, and I just keep on going in the same way with even the same steps. May be the only differenece is that I am watching myslef. but still a passive watching as I can't stop myself and redirect to the expected path that I am supposed to be taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can't get that Quote for Einstein out of my mind: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.". YES, that's exactly what I am doing which means.. that I am INSANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Will I ever learn these lessons ?!! will I ever be more sain ... when... I hope it won't be too late then... Plus that I am really too tired of these roads that lead to no where. And I am afraid that I lost hope in me ... I'll be that current me ... no progress in certain areas... they appear to be a known bugs for me =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-2906422477687874150?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/2906422477687874150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=2906422477687874150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2906422477687874150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2906422477687874150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/08/known-bugs.html' title='Known Bugs'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/So1ErtizAYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/FOgY8dn4Y5s/s72-c/B00H78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8282364814404083507</id><published>2009-07-18T13:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:05:54.355+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indifference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Indifference</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that I've finally reached that state of indifference that I was seeking from a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But have not been persistent on really reaching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've thought about it a lot and took my decision based upon facts and deeds or misdeeds that have been happening during the past period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to be wondering about the reason behind that weird behavior from some person's side and I kept telling myself... OK I dun want us to be as we once used to be ... But at least I need to understand the reason behind that change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now I dun care... I am only concerned about the results and the weird behavior and that the change has happened already... and I need to deal with it and get over all the questions that were in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And from now on  I will be the person in control. I dun mean that I'll control anyone, but at least I'll be controlling myself and will not allow anybody to control me and my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll not be that reactive person I once used to be. I'll never be upsetted from any misdeed and I'll never expect something good from that person, if we were to know eachothers again in the first place. And if by mistake something good happened I'll never be happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll not let my mood be sitting on a swing that someone else is controlling all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That person has been moved to the indifference zone, that zone that takes no place neither in my heart nor in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That zone that's only available as long as the circumstances put that person in my way, and will be cleared as long as that person is away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Exactly like sitting beside someone in the bus, you may never talk , you may just say hello, and even if you talk with that person a friendly talk, you'll forget everything as soon as you reach your station or that person's leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am really happy of that state... thank god that I've reached it finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8282364814404083507?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8282364814404083507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8282364814404083507' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8282364814404083507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8282364814404083507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/07/indifference.html' title='Indifference'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-1637625817980391174</id><published>2009-06-07T17:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:08:58.619+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Need a Vacation</title><content type='html'>It's not an ordinary vacation that I need. I need a special and different one, I need a vacation from my whole life, and I dun mean to pause on the current status just to take rest. And I dun mean a change. And I dun need all these typicals.&lt;br /&gt;I need to take my mind out of my head... that's the meant vaction, mean while.. life moves on ... towards a better state.&lt;br /&gt;I want to disable ally my feeling and thinking features. all my senses... all these needs a vcation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this is possible...??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not... but I have faith in (إنَّما أمرُهُ إذا أرادَ شيئًا أن يقولَ لَهُ كُنْ فَيَكون)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-1637625817980391174?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/1637625817980391174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=1637625817980391174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1637625817980391174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1637625817980391174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-vacation.html' title='Need a Vacation'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4270401762247143828</id><published>2009-05-10T14:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:26:39.226+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>miss U dearest</title><content type='html'>Can't say anything. I feel that I've said all the words before, has been through the same feelings since then, they are not new .. just they are getting stronger and harder and I miss you more dear ...&lt;br /&gt;may God Rest your Soul and peace, and gather us again in Paradise ISA.&lt;br /&gt;Can't end this post.. as I feel that I am with you now while I am sending this post... I feel I am talking to you...&lt;br /&gt;But I dun want to get my feelings out here... that will be so hard... and I know you'll not be happy knowing that I feel these feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4270401762247143828?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4270401762247143828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4270401762247143828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4270401762247143828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4270401762247143828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-u-dearest.html' title='miss U dearest'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5940980676831038743</id><published>2009-04-22T21:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:29:49.976+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>my Dear Blog... I Love U =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am here writing this post to you my dear blog. I really Love you, Love how you help me calrify my thoughts and see them infront of me, Love you for bearing my non-sense at times, and above all I love you for being there for me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am you and you're me and we're one. My thoughts create your body, and you never forget a single word that I tell you, and Also thank you for devoting yourself to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;People used to say that a Book is the best friend, but I would like to say that a Blog is even better, as a book is talking all the time like a wise friend that always gives advises, but my blog hears me just as a friend keep listening to whatever I say and never get bored and never stops me, and without it saying a single world I feel better everytime I talk to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you my Dearest Blog (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5940980676831038743?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5940980676831038743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5940980676831038743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5940980676831038743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5940980676831038743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-dear-blog-i-love-u.html' title='my Dear Blog... I Love U =)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-520645710382924666</id><published>2009-03-19T16:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:31:41.024+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>A Solitary walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Gayale ana 7alet ra3'y mesh tabe3ya.. 7assa zay ma yekooN 7ad raKeb radio f dma3'y w 3amla ba2a 7awadeet abla fadeela sha3'ala fou2.. fa 2olt agy aktebha heNa badal ma atGanen ya3ni.. omal el wa7ed 3amel bloG leih ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by2olek eih ba2a ya setty .. el share3 kan hady keda w gameel.. el wa2t kan ba3d el 3asr b shewya w el bent kanet bet3ady el share3 w ma3aha shanta cross beige keda.. wel share3 kan feih nas rakba 3agal.. wel ard nedeeefa awi,.. w 3allamat el merooor elly fel ard loonha abyad nase3 keda wel air is very fresh... 3adet el bent el share3.. and she had a long walk by the side of the sea.. 3al corniche ya3ni.. w heya mashya ba2a kanet 7atta el mp3 player in her ears and listening to her best songs... the playlist she prepared carefully the night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was listening happily and every song in that carefully selected playlist touches a part of her and makes her think about her life. A sad song followed by a happy one followed by one of the best songs she used to listen to when she was a child. All her dear people were invited in her mind in that solitary walk... she remembered those whom life has separated her from them for good.. and a warm tear dropped down on her cold cheeks from the air around... and then her sweet memories made her smile.. and her childish memories remembered her of the child inside her that she never tries to hide because childhood means purity to her.. and that was a great value that she cherishes...she's happy that this part of her was kept safe from the effects of life and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down to have a break... and to let her mind be fully dedicated to daydreaming and nothing else. she imagined the call she's always waiting for.. and she imagined every single detail of that converation.. she fiinished the call. and was back on earth... after that mind trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she realized that it became darker around.. and that night had came.. she looked to her watch.. and remembered her train that is going to leave shortly.&lt;br /&gt;On her way back.. she refused to think about her busy day at work tomorrow... she postponed remembering her never ending to- do lists.. And she just paused her mind on the time she had by the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-520645710382924666?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/520645710382924666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=520645710382924666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/520645710382924666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/520645710382924666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/03/solitary-walk.html' title='A Solitary walk'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8857586070739520209</id><published>2009-03-19T03:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:33:34.619+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hallucination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fag2a keda 7asset eny 3aYza a7'araf... Gale e7sas 7ad byfou2 mn el beng w lessa 7'areg mn 2ooodet el 3amayat.. although I've never been through it el 7amdu lellah... bas I feel like hallucinating awi... 3ayza a2ool kalam maloosh 3elaka b ba3do..  mesh 3ayza atkalem fe 7aga 3alla ba3daha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YALLA ONE... TWO .. THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOUh YOUH howa fe 7ad enahrda byfteker ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; 7'allas ba2et 3ada ya 7abeeby.. w edala3t b zeyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Suspense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;close ur eyes, hold ur nose and JUMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;eshme3Na ya3ni ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;KoLaho baZenJaN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; nefsy a3raf howa leih maynfa3sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yalla press the button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; aiwa.. ana 3ayza a3'yar el wad3... I'm willing to be the pioneer... bas ya  tarra hab2a mabsoota     keda???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3aYza afhaM... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kan fe ZamaN walad rasSam... bas howa meen elly 2al 3alleih rasaM.. el nas elly shafet el    rasma?!.. may be howa 2a3ad yekno3hom en rasmo 7elw.. w howa rasmo 3ady asLaN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; ana ektashaft en 7atta law 2omnyet 7ayaty et7a2a3et w even once in a life time I could read    somebody's mind.. once mesh hateb2a kefaya.. 3ashan kol shewya ha2ool.. ma momken tekoon  fe 7aga 7assalet wel ra2y da et3'ayar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;wel 3aTaba gaZaZ wel Selem naYlOo fe naylooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;el wDooOo7.. please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3'aLta maTba3ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ma3Rafsh ana Bona2aN 3alla eih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;amma neshouf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt; 7aSby ALLAH w ne3m el wakeeL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ana 3aYza aSafer.. 3aYza ashouf el ba7r... nefsy akalemo keda.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;taDooOk sa3at Zabt el wakt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;eih da.. ezZai keda ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SEDDO w ESTAREEE7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3ayZa anZel amshi 7awaleen Sooor el koleya el 7arbya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;leih la2a ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sponteneous.. Fresh.. Free.. monta3eesha.. el donya sob7.. w batmasha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;shewayet self control w kolo hayeb2a fel tamaM.. bas ya3ni howa eih el limit... ya3ni ma howa  ana law kol 7aga 7atetlaha rules w plan w keda hat2eleb l machine.. hab2a sab3awy   tamaNyawy taha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ma heya kol 7aga leeha mezetha w 3eeBha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today we'll opem cafe cheenOoOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3ayZa atfasa7 ba2a .. wa atbest fel fos7a deih.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BoDO BoDo wa7ashNy awi.. 3ayZa al3ab ma3ah w ashoufu ba2a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RanDomiZe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeMken eZ3al marra menaK .. laKen ew3a tfaKer enaK.. mn ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3ayZa a2oool. eno el nas el open minded deih nas meya meya .. bas ta3baneen leih ba2a ?    3ashan homma by7taremo w bysma3o weghet nazar el nas el tanya w byfakarOoO feiha.. da    gaz2hOom ya3ni ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;mesh hageeb ana kotob human developement tany 3alla fekra.. kolohom by2olo nafs el kalam    bas from different prespectives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3aM chaK cHak...w bOogy w taMtaM fe RamadaN.. walla el niNja Turtles a7la.. "Haya ya RefaK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;kona wa2feeen ba2a fe el balakooOna ana w amira beleil fel aGaZa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;KathOra el 7adeeThoOo mn elaTy ahwaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;AftOkaLayZa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kanet 7elwa awi el marra deih,... 3'eir kol el marat......el marat el tanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8857586070739520209?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8857586070739520209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8857586070739520209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8857586070739520209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8857586070739520209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/03/hallucination.html' title='Hallucination'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4333113890950696113</id><published>2009-03-08T00:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:37:44.037+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Childish memories =)</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about what the games that I used to play when I was young...and I found that they weren't little, here's what I remember of my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tika 3al 3alli w tikka 3al waty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2ooola&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7'atooWet el arNab wel Namla wel 7aGat deih&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;un deux troies soliel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el baraya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;autobus complete&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bingo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sayaDeeN el samaK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eL kalB el 7ayraN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AflaM/ BdoooN kalaM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KahraBa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Osto3'maya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taMaseel esKenDrya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RoSiee RoSaaH (I am not sure of the spelling)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el ta3laB fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el ManDeeeL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el 2ota el 3aMya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;el Ouda el Dalma/ el 3aFareeet (H)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TaC taC meeN 3aL baB... ana el deeB.. 3ayeZ eih... 3aYez beeeDa... Lonha eih .............&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HolaHob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chess &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cards (kent, sando2, kooomy, koNkaN, el shayeeb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DomaNo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;connect 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nat el 7aBl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;da 3'eir el le3ab elly malhash esm ba2a:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- ta2leeef ay 7aga w tamseelha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- ne7ot ana w bent 7'alty el telephone 3al maktab w karasy w akeenena a secretary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- many paper games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Activities:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Drawing with clay on on a white cement (maseees)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- using monshar arket ... to make disney shape medals&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mesh 3arfa eih monasbet el 7agat deih.. bas ana fre7t enohom gom 3alla balee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;da 3'eir maged w fedoooly w moooza el 7abooba... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mickey, super mickey and mickey geeeb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;w el maktaba el 7'adraa2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flash w farafeeesh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;w lamma kebert shewaya... ragol el mosta7eel w malaf el mosta2baL... I love these days awiii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I just became in a good mood while recalling them =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4333113890950696113?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4333113890950696113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4333113890950696113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4333113890950696113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4333113890950696113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/03/childish-memories.html' title='Childish memories =)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6335026367288044607</id><published>2009-02-20T22:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:57:29.893+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Story Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;There's a writer who wants to write a nice story. What happens is that from time to time; that writer starts visualizing the story in mind, holds the pen and begin the story and then while writing it, the inner sound keeps warning, that this story this story doesn't have the basic elements of making these thoughts even a  casual story, but then the writer doesn't pay enough attention to that inner sound, and at a point, it becomes clear that the thoughts really miss the important elements of making them a story, but then the writer stops, holds the pen and prevent the hand from writing for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The same scenario is repeated from time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;, but only with different heroes for the story, and a different look for them and externally trying to make heroes appear different than those of the previous stories, but still all of that is not enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The writer ends up stopping the current of thoughts in mind after realizing that they miss the essentials of making it a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The point is that the writer likes writing a lot, the act of writing itself may be more important than the output, because the joy of writing basically, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occupies&lt;/span&gt; the writer than anything ever then closing the story well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I am not saying to that writer stop writing, you are not a good writer that can write stories. But I say "may you please, postpone any new projects, till you have ALL the complete elements of a story"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6335026367288044607?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6335026367288044607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6335026367288044607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6335026367288044607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6335026367288044607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-trials.html' title='Story Trials'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5666682437538723886</id><published>2009-01-20T22:43:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:59:29.212+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Process has UNEXPECTDLY been terminated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's exactly what had happened, and I dun know if I've done anything wrong or if I've violated any of the rules.&lt;br /&gt;It kept fading and coming back, just like a fluorescent lamp that is trying to light but it can't and suddenly everything has been gone in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And what's puzzling me really, is that this process is still on the top of the list of the processes that are utilizing most of the memory.I can't kill it without knowing why it stopped responding, I hate ambiguities and I can't kill it while I dun know why it behaved that way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But on the other hand... is it logical to keep it alive, and waste these memory resources?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or to keep it not responding, may be it's doing something in the background that I am not aware of, and after being busy doing that job, it will resume responding to the users requests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am really thinking about the right decision in that issue. What is the best practice in that problem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I knew the answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5666682437538723886?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5666682437538723886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5666682437538723886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5666682437538723886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5666682437538723886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/01/process-has-unexpectdly-been-terminated.html' title='Process has UNEXPECTDLY been terminated'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-2668968420176994765</id><published>2009-01-01T23:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:00:59.156+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Change the Channel - Honest and kind people are around</title><content type='html'>Today, I was talking with some of my friends, and the conversation went to a point when I recalled some experiences that I went through, and the same behavior was in all the people that was in these experiences , and who made it a special thing to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, is that once it was in the feast, and I went with my family to magic land at sixth of october, and a back bag was with me, and while playing one of the games there, I thought that I left the bag with one of my family members, but she didn't notice, and then I discovered that it's lost, I kept searching every where, asked the security and the care men, but all was in vain, as I didn't find it, and I went home very depressed and kept crying as the bag was very precious to me, it's my mother who bought it to me and that was why it's very precious, not because of what it contained, not becasue it contained a big amount of money as we were in the feast or anything, just because of who'd bought it to me. And the security men gave me their number and asked me to call next day, to check may be it'll be found. And the next day I called but I was very desparate, and I called just to do my part to the end, and to my surprise, I knew that someone found it and left his phone number so that he may be sure that I took it myself, and I was flying from happiness thanks to this honest man I got back my precious bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, is that once I forgot my mobile in a taxi, and simply on calling my number, the driver answered, and he got the mobile back to me at home, and refused to take anything as he considered that his duty, and he only made that so that God may bless him and his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, from a few months, my uncle passed away, and in that mood, i wasn't concentrating, to the extent that I dropped my WHOLE bag, and then my wallet had a business card of one of my friends, those who found the bag called her, and gave her their number, and Icalled them and they were in a class in a near by center, they were thanawya amma students, and they got me the bag  home with all the important things inside , and without getting anything in return other than appreciation and a thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, having these people and others of the same kind make me optimistic about our society, and that el donya lessa b 7'eir :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-2668968420176994765?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/2668968420176994765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=2668968420176994765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2668968420176994765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/2668968420176994765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-channel-honest-and-kind-people.html' title='Change the Channel - Honest and kind people are around'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8580604777934865019</id><published>2008-11-18T23:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:02:34.918+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Turning the Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's the time, when I'm revising what I've written in this page, what I've done in this period of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First, I would like to say that it's a very special page, a page that I was looking forward to reach to, and whether I enjoyed it or not, was it as I was expecting or not, that's not the issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've got very special lines in this page, that are written in my heart and my mind, to me are very unique and very special, I would be always recalling that page and always keeping it opened infront of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I dun like all what's written in this page though, and that's why I had to turn it and open a new blank one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wonder what will be written in that blank page I'm looking forward to. First thing about this page, is that it's "New", "Blank", "Will  not have my old special lines" other than that I dun know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8580604777934865019?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8580604777934865019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8580604777934865019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8580604777934865019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8580604777934865019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/11/turning-page.html' title='Turning the Page'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6278175390885339490</id><published>2008-10-23T14:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:07:57.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I dun know what to call it ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SQB1MqCepnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xKAbZNa84jM/s1600-h/Stranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333225072305778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SQB1MqCepnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xKAbZNa84jM/s400/Stranger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stranger... may be ... Lonely may be as well... I am really not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can feel it, and I can describe it accurately as I feel it, which is feeling as if I lost the mean of commuincation, between me and people... Yes it's that word "Disconnected"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may be sitting among them... but I feel myslef too far from them... I dun know the reason behind it... but as it appeared to be a recurring problem.. so I've a good reason for doubting myself... am I changed... or that is the old feeling that I was used to, and the change is that familiar feelings I had in between those days and the old ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I recalled something now, I've caught myself telling more than once a couple of days ago... that there is deep inside me a lot of feelings out of some problems I am currently having... but it's just me tryin not to get them to the surface... as I dun want to see them infront of me...I am trying to ignore them... but in that trial... it appears MAY BE (I am not sure).. that I've been disconnected from myself as well... upon my trial to disconnect from my problems... and that's the reason of me being disconnected as well from the others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That fragile me ... returned back ... But it's not its time at all... how comes that I feel that fragile.. when I need all the strength...IS that because... I ACTED the role of the strong girl... at the begining of the problems... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really dun know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All what I know is that I need to get rid of this collection of feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6278175390885339490?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6278175390885339490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6278175390885339490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6278175390885339490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6278175390885339490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dun-know-what-to-call-it.html' title='I dun know what to call it ?!'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SQB1MqCepnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/xKAbZNa84jM/s72-c/Stranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4107754948830776728</id><published>2008-10-22T22:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:08:53.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Meeting with my Old me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I went finally to an event, that I've awaited from a long time. Long is very relative her, as will appear from my story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been bloging from more than 3 years now, I wasnt't that active blogger all the time... but I like that part of me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And through blogging I got to know some other Blogs, from the Blogroll of my friends, and I got attraced to "Nerro's" Blog, till I find the Topic talking about the Birth of Our "BCATC"... I dun know if I can Say "Our" aslan walla la2a... bas I love it regardless of being an active member or not...AH :D ... I forget to say that "BCATC" stands for "Book Club Around the Corner"...A group keda for Book Lovers :D I am not sure I know all the activities or not, bas What I went through since joining is Selecting a Book of the Month and read it and then discuss it by some mean or another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was clear that most of the members know eachother, and I was the only one ta2reban that they dun know about, so I wanted to get friends with them... and was waiting for some gathering to meet them... as I didn't have that chance before to meet my net friends... in the real life... and was anxious to that experience awy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And ... so in the first event that I was able to attenad "Story Telling: Alice in Wonderland", and this was a suggested book to read on the group, so I was very enthusiastic to attend the event by all means, for so many reasons. Especially, that I was in the mood of I need to devote some time, to an activity that would make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;AND I WENT... although eny dayman bafakar w bas... el tanfeez 3andy.. mesh dayman by7sal... but it happened.. although I was waiting for some friend to come with me, but she didn't and I went  with another friend... I was so worried ... the same worry whenever anyone comes with me to anywhere, because I feel they are my hosts, and I am responsible for making them happy, or either may consouis hurts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways... I ARRIVED... and I was so nervous, I no nobody... how will it be like,  I entered the Bookstore, began inspecting all the visitors, rather than the books, and especially those who weren't alone were more vulnerable to my suspecious that they are the BCATC members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Friend told me .. ask... about the event... and I said no.. I'll know it myself.. nut when sometime passed... I was afraid to be late ... so I went to the Officer of the BookStore and asked her, and she told me yea "It's there in the kids area"... and I thanked her and returned to my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we went to the Kids area, and I stood speachless, untill they welcomed me and myfriend to the event and told us that they were going to start after a while... to give some space for late people...and then when we went back to go through the books... one of the Girls followed me.. and called me by name.. I was so happy for that Initiative from her...She's one of the members, whom I added her on FB as she's sending a Confirmation msg to the event ... and we've common friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally... the Event started... I liked it soo much, I liked the people so much also, I liked there success, I loved and apprciated the scentece in which they said "Welcome to the event number 292... as we've been working from six years"... I was like.. what Successful people and Persistent about what they want... this was another group related some how to owr club... But I didn't get to know about it before... I liked the cartoon, I liked so much the girls who acted, specially ALice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But FOCUSING ON ME... I was waiting for one of my missions which made me go to this event, which is to know the people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was waiting to a time in which we may be introduced to each others whether in the begining or at the end... but this didn't happen... to let me know my real self..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I may admit... that I've returned many years backward... and I lost all my communication skills...I didn't try to get to know anyone...although I was wishing to do so... but I didin't :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just said GoodBye, to the girl who called me by my name and left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And that's the old version of me is coming all over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway... I liked the experience :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4107754948830776728?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4107754948830776728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4107754948830776728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4107754948830776728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4107754948830776728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-with-my-old-me.html' title='Meeting with my Old me'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4667011950824595706</id><published>2008-08-01T02:01:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:14:42.758+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Life Time Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SJJSgmNgJ_I/AAAAAAAAADw/tQ7T2BSzKk0/s1600-h/player.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229332837297039346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SJJSgmNgJ_I/AAAAAAAAADw/tQ7T2BSzKk0/s400/player.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was one of the days, that I wished I was able to stop the time, really time was running, and I had a lot of stuff to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And While I was listening to something in my head phones, I opened the player, to pause what I was listening to, and then I thought of the Bless we've in such players (Pause, Play, Fast Forward, Play Back, Stop, Continous Play, and now poped out to my mind, the "Randomize List", as it's one of my favorite options in any audio player )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought what if we've the same Buttons and facilities in our life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pause"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;======&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- How many times, I've been in rush to do something, and I wished I could stop the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- How many times, I've been sitting with a close friend, or a person whom I love and miss a lot, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it's "Time" to leave after a while, and I wished to pause and keep the state of us being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Play"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;====&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that's what our life is all about, each of us is playing her/ his own unique melody in life, hopefully unique, and hopefully we play it well and enjoy it, How many song U've added to your playlist, and once it's that songs turn to play, u dun feel like hearing it, I think this may resemble our wrong choices and decisions in life, but is it that easy in real life, to just drop that song and everything's ok, or we've sometimes to listen to that song, and bear our own choices in life ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fast Forward"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;============&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I've that option in my real life, I'd for sure, have fast forwarded all my bad times, and suffering, and jumped to the point of my happiness after that suffering and pain. But would that happiness taste the same ? I dun know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, if I've that option, I wouldn't wait for anything, as I like to know the results and the consequences of actions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=======&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have played back every happy moment in my life, everytime I've spent with a dear person, whom I can't have in my life anymore. But would have that prevented me from spending my time in some other sort of happiness, which may bring me even more pleasure, than my oldies ? I dun know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I'll playback only, not repeat the real event, I'll just live in my 3D Awaken Dream, it;s not about taking the time machine to the future or to the past, because I may be carrying some wisdom from the future, and like this I may not live the old feeling when I used to be less wise and lacking some knowledge )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomize list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;==========&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would have been one of my favorites, to break the daily routine, I am the one who loves surprises sooooooooooooooooo much, and I hate routine to the hightest extent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I wish that a day I go to work at night, the other I go in the morning, anything, anything that would break the routine, and being a surprises lover, I like that option in Audio players, as although I've choosen the collection and prepared the playlist, but I like alternating between moods, and not knowing "what 's coming next", I know life do that job for us sometimes, and that's why w e never ever know what's next, it never fails to surprise us, but I just wish that they are good ones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4667011950824595706?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4667011950824595706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4667011950824595706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4667011950824595706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4667011950824595706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-time-player.html' title='Life Time Player'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SJJSgmNgJ_I/AAAAAAAAADw/tQ7T2BSzKk0/s72-c/player.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-9002237612836155461</id><published>2008-07-22T20:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:16:45.237+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I hate those people who are dectatores, or doesn't think about other people, and only does what they belive is right and choose what they think is suitable, even if that choice isn't only theirs, there are other people invloved that they shouldn't ignore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I belive that being afraid to be one of those people affects my decision making sometimes. When I am in charge of something that has many people involved, it gets very hard to compromise between them, and to get up with a decision that satisfies all the involved parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The Problem with me is that I OVER RESPECT the others' point of view. I should only listen, but not every thought should be taken into consideration. I should filter, but filtering itself is a decision, as I may put aside the most valid point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Really, it;s very confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But What happens is that I became a "Thoughts Collector", I begin saying, X and Y see that we must go to the right because of such and such, But A and B say that the left direction is safer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am not that naive person that can't distinguish or judge, but there are some situations that are very confusing. and It doesn't affect me, but affect someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I still feel that I can't ignore others opinions..... does that mean that I'll be hesitent all the time and forever ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-9002237612836155461?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/9002237612836155461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=9002237612836155461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/9002237612836155461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/9002237612836155461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/07/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6189858585726012639</id><published>2008-07-19T08:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:18:16.795+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Taking My Time Machine 10 Years Backward</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SIF7mjX-nDI/AAAAAAAAADo/kba53-CYras/s1600-h/Time+MAchine.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224592944987544626" style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SIF7mjX-nDI/AAAAAAAAADo/kba53-CYras/s400/Time+MAchine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First thing that I want to say, is that I believed that 10 years ago, I was younger than that. But I found my self then in my Summer Vacation, finished "Third Preparatory", and moving to "First Secondary". Which implicitly meant to me at that time that I was then a grown up girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My simple dream then was having a nice summer vacation, staying at my Grandma as much as I can, with my cousin, playing chit chatting and staying awake till the early hours of the morning, putting the food for the birds on the balacony's "Soor", and staying still so that birds can approach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also my uncles weren't married yet, so they used to take us sometimes in the afternoons to the cinema, walking by"El-Korneesh", or any simple outing that cheered us then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember one day in that summer vacation specefically, I was with my mother, she's buying some clothes to me, and then we returned and my brother was in his last year at college then, and it's time for his results, he said to us that he failed, and as my brother didn't like studying at all, but we beleived him, although for the sake of the truth ... he's never failed before. But then he told us that he succeeded and we were very happy then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the main aim of that post, which is ..."If someone asked me then, how would you imagine yourself in 10 years"... elly Hwa the time being now ya3ni :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will try to recall as much as I can. First Good thing is that I dreamt by that time to be graduated from the faculty that I was graduated in. and that's a good acheivement I belive. Regardless ba2a of that was a right choice or not.. but that's a dream that was fulfilled el 7amdu lellah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I imagined that I would be working, but couldn't figure out any details to the job. Also, I beleived that AGAIN... I'll be a grown up girl... which appeared to me now as relative, as I dun have any specefic sense regarding my age, and to me then entering a college was a signal that I was a grown up girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regarding my family, sure, they were there if I was painting a picture to me 10 years ago of the time I am in now. But, let me say that I never ever could have painted that picture with my dearest family member missing. Because simply I wasn't able to imagine my life aslan to paint a picture for it. bas el 7amdu lelalh. Also, some unexpected things happened to us, Both happy and unhappy ones.No one can "Paint the Future". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, after these 10 years, if I am going to take my time machine 10 years forward. I only will draw, the results of the actions that I am taking right now, nothing but that, no dreams that is based on no actions, because simply I can't control what I can have something to do with, so how can I put  my assumptions about things that I have no control in, like destiny and fate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bas as a human being :) I know I'll never be able to limit my dreams, and I'll always be hoping that God will fulfill them to me, and be confident that if God deprives me of any of those dreams, then it's for my sake, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6189858585726012639?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6189858585726012639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6189858585726012639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6189858585726012639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6189858585726012639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-my-time-machine-10-years.html' title='Taking My Time Machine 10 Years Backward'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SIF7mjX-nDI/AAAAAAAAADo/kba53-CYras/s72-c/Time+MAchine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5464837614035505014</id><published>2008-07-16T00:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:19:50.366+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye My Sweet Little Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's really very difficult, to feel irresponsible towards a creature, that's very helpless and totally depending on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today (14/07/2008), one of the couple of turtles that have passed their first anniversary with me from a few days, has passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's a very hard feeling. My mind is over thinking, it's a very strange feeling. I accuse myself of being careless about the turtles, and not taking it seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know it's fate, and it would have day the same day, and minute it died in. But I just can't help blaming myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Plus, I can't figure out how's the other turtle is feeling now, living alone in the aquarium looking for its mate, and can't imagine what may had happened to it, and how that it's never returning back  :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;God Forgives me for any wrong doing  I may've done regarding the poor turtles. And helps me to take care of the remaining turtle, and the new companion I am intending to get ISA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5464837614035505014?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5464837614035505014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5464837614035505014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5464837614035505014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5464837614035505014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye-my-sweet-little-turtle.html' title='Bye Bye My Sweet Little Turtle'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-48088749469691054</id><published>2008-06-04T01:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T03:47:16.989+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Level Could Not Be Detected !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZOaB0A_v7s/SEXB1rHYGKI/AAAAAAAAADg/HT_H6LPEczo/s1600/detective.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZOaB0A_v7s/SEXB1rHYGKI/AAAAAAAAADg/HT_H6LPEczo/s1600/detective.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SEXB1rHYGKI/AAAAAAAAADg/NFvwhB_pT0I/s1600-h/detective.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some people in my life that confuses me soo much, and their level of intimacy cannot be detected easily, if it could ever be detected at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day they are intimates, and the other day they are just a piece of ice infront of me, may be the ice melts, but in that status they're non breakable ice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so reactive infront of this type of people, I just become so passive, and I hate that about myself, if they enter into their icy shell, I'll run into mine too, and if they're out in their friendly attitude, I happily open my heart to them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dun know whether they're aware of what they're doing, or they're behaving that way involuntary and I am just too fragile to bear that icy shell time. Also, I dun have the courage to try to get them out of their icy shell, may be that would be in vain, and I dun like to exert my emotions in vain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes me bare that swing, is that I appreciate those&amp;nbsp;people and they really have their role in my life that I can't deny. But how much could I bear... I dun know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another thing that's annoying me and that I never stop thinking about, is that I am not behaving normally, I am over thinking and putting my actions under a microscope with a very high magnification power, so as to create my fake icy shell that would shelter me apparently in the season they are inside their shells... and I HATE IT when I am not behaving with my normal flow, also, what if there was no synchronization in that icy time... may I be ruining anything without paying attention to what I am doing ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how much I try to behave simply as I am, I can rarely keep that state, while it's snowing outside, I quickly run into my fake icy shell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-48088749469691054?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/48088749469691054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=48088749469691054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/48088749469691054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/48088749469691054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/06/level-could-not-be-detected.html' title='Level Could Not Be Detected !!!'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lZOaB0A_v7s/SEXB1rHYGKI/AAAAAAAAADg/HT_H6LPEczo/s72-c/detective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-496959839375166442</id><published>2008-05-19T14:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:45:36.424+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What Would You Do If You Weren't Afraid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SEFXXLHYGJI/AAAAAAAAADY/dJkzeU9CfIg/s1600-h/afraid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206538699849341074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SEFXXLHYGJI/AAAAAAAAADY/dJkzeU9CfIg/s400/afraid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's a question that's I found very interesting, while reading "Who Moved My Cheese" .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that being afraid is a nature that we're "Humans" created with, and is a key reason behind us being cautious in our daily life behavior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I am afraid to lose special ones, I'll care for them, be very cautious not to upset them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I am afraid to fail, I'll work harder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I am afraid to go to hell, I'll be less evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this does not mean that being afraid of something is the only motive behind all of our acts and deeds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We may say that it's a complementary motive, for example, I need to feel successful, and I don't want want to lose that feeling, so I am afraid to lose that feeling that may make me happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, of course this has nothing to do with the passive fear, that may hinder us from moving some steps forward in our lives, and that's what's called "Resist to change", people are afraid that may be the new opportunity will be less comfortable then the one they have in hands, and may have it's problems that they know nothing of. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May be at times, also, we're happy with the risk we took earlier, that was the cause of a better condition now, and we wished to took that risk earlier even.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, the point is that we must accept that life will not be going smoothly all the time. I sometimes talk to myself, ok... if that didn't work no problem, I'm just trying and figuring out my way, I may find it after a long period of time, but of course, making some wrong decisions is what give us experience in life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I belive too is that if I weren't afraid at times in my life, I'd have done better. Also being afraid to lose something precious to me, makes me blind to see some facts, and unable just to imagine the idea of losing it, so that makes me too weak to accept the way things may progress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-496959839375166442?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/496959839375166442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=496959839375166442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/496959839375166442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/496959839375166442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-would-you-do-if-you-werent-afraid.html' title='What Would You Do If You Weren&apos;t Afraid?'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SEFXXLHYGJI/AAAAAAAAADY/dJkzeU9CfIg/s72-c/afraid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4179246662982448165</id><published>2008-04-22T00:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:46:38.987+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>UnFoRgEtTaBlE Whens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SA0a35JIyXI/AAAAAAAAADI/gYgv_e_tdDM/s1600-h/Unforgettable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191835492962322802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SA0a35JIyXI/AAAAAAAAADI/gYgv_e_tdDM/s400/Unforgettable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we're interested in someone, we begin focusing on the very small details of our contact, the conversations, the minutes we're together even if we were silent. We begin recording those precious moments in our mind. and begin recalling them with their finest details and very accurately every now and then, just to retain those feelings of the real time we had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Even if what we recalled was not a happy memory, it's just precious enough because it connects us in a way with the people we care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4179246662982448165?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4179246662982448165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4179246662982448165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4179246662982448165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4179246662982448165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/04/unforgettable-whens.html' title='UnFoRgEtTaBlE Whens'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SA0a35JIyXI/AAAAAAAAADI/gYgv_e_tdDM/s72-c/Unforgettable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5705207785710272945</id><published>2008-04-20T00:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:47:24.961+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dream Control</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;one;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unfilfilling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;especiallay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;fulfilling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5705207785710272945?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5705207785710272945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5705207785710272945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5705207785710272945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5705207785710272945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-control.html' title='Dream Control'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-3038793545962450423</id><published>2008-04-16T22:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:49:00.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>The Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The Others are playing a very Important Role in our life. The Others are the people whom we care for, we fear, hate, respect, follow or avoid. But we are directed by the OTHERS, they may get the worst out of us, may let us discover the real Human we are, and complete the missing puzzle of ourselves and in times put the pieces of that puzzle in good order, to make a better picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The point that's annoying me is when I lose control of a relationship, I approach when the OTHERS only want the relationship to go on, and withdraw myself from their lives when they just are not showing their interest. Although the true feelings are always there, but the bond at some times very loose, and at times too tight. I am just tired of the extremes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It's just that we can't live without the "Others"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-3038793545962450423?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/3038793545962450423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=3038793545962450423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3038793545962450423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3038793545962450423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/04/others.html' title='The Others'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-642037638288774396</id><published>2008-02-22T20:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:51:02.589+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>The only Non-Renewable Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R78kG054R-I/AAAAAAAAADA/t6yqS3u6iE4/s1600-h/missing+brick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169890596943841250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R78kG054R-I/AAAAAAAAADA/t6yqS3u6iE4/s400/missing+brick.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"... &lt;em&gt;Love returned in the form of another man, new hopes, and new dreams" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quoted from &lt;strong&gt;By the River Piedra I sat Down and Wept &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I first read that Quoted line, it stuck in my mind, and I kept thinking of it, I felt it true in most of the cases, (where man means Human whether woman or a man, in all kinds of relationships)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But then I realized, there are such special relations and special ones that are neither replaceable, nor that kind of relationship is renwable, its only 1 of its kind through all of our life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And those that hurts the most, and those that we miss the most, just we'll keep their empty place in our hearts, through the rest of our lives, recalling the minutes we enjoyed together, and seeking all the strength from those special minutes in our lives, that are gone and are never back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-642037638288774396?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/642037638288774396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=642037638288774396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/642037638288774396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/642037638288774396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-non-renewable-love.html' title='The only Non-Renewable Love'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R78kG054R-I/AAAAAAAAADA/t6yqS3u6iE4/s72-c/missing+brick.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5868087770860282299</id><published>2008-02-07T20:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:52:34.971+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>All and "WhatEver"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Last Tuesday, I went to the yearly "Book Fair" with my friends, although some were not interested in reading but we were all very enthusistic about going to the fair... Just Going.&lt;br /&gt;There, I was eager to search for all Kinds of Books in the Ares that I like to read about, and so was my friends that are also intersted in readings.... Different Tastes, Different Interests.... Variation in our enthusiasm...&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the people there, and I was like "What all these minds that are there", I say so because people were looking for kinds of books that I never touched... or even thought about reading, I felt then how different is people intersts and thinking...&lt;br /&gt;Then on that thought, and on buying a set of books, I felt like "I wanna do nothin now but read 'em all"... I also know that this enthusiasm will be down shortly, for me and most of the people that went to the fair, and that the "Enthusiasm for Reading", we currently have as if it's the "Culturual Season" is soon going to end.&lt;br /&gt;Because, why don't we have this sense except in that period of the year, I believe it's because, all people are doing the same thing at the same time... that's the idea "Uniting and gathering around whatever ".&lt;br /&gt;This what happened last year in the African Nations Cup, the people whether were soccer lovers or not all gathered and all had the same spirit.&lt;br /&gt;And many other Examples are just over there everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5868087770860282299?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5868087770860282299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5868087770860282299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5868087770860282299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5868087770860282299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-and-whatever.html' title='All and &quot;WhatEver&quot;'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5083436392004374576</id><published>2008-01-21T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:53:24.715+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R5TYTM1ZpEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rnU2RKXwSaM/s1600-h/Rain.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157985297620378690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R5TYTM1ZpEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rnU2RKXwSaM/s400/Rain.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recall your feelings before it Rains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recall how doubtful and uncertain your steps were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Finally, It rains... heavily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your ears are hearing the drops falling very clearly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eyes are seeing those colourless dotted lines surrounding you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were Too cautious not to fall while it's raining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, the rain stopped.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving the scene around u very clear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can now see everything and clearly...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but where r those things that there were there before the rain ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I kept looking around and looking for too long, not looking for them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew they went away, I felt so while it's raining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just I am looking and trying to live in the scene without it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God that it rained .... But it rained so "HEAVILY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5083436392004374576?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5083436392004374576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5083436392004374576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5083436392004374576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5083436392004374576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R5TYTM1ZpEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rnU2RKXwSaM/s72-c/Rain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-9215372676029124191</id><published>2008-01-16T00:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:54:18.200+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><title type='text'>Never the Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am missing it all, it's never the same, it became just a shallow of what it used to be there before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't bear missing it anymore, I can't imagine the thought of going any further.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-9215372676029124191?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/9215372676029124191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=9215372676029124191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/9215372676029124191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/9215372676029124191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-same.html' title='Never the Same'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-3285791678791040741</id><published>2007-12-30T23:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:55:00.029+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R3gT-7RC7hI/AAAAAAAAACw/FOsyAvOEGjE/s1600-h/facts.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149888145680166418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R3gT-7RC7hI/AAAAAAAAACw/FOsyAvOEGjE/s320/facts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are facts are...It's said that a fact is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Something that never changes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- may be, something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tangible&lt;/span&gt; that we can sense by our 5 senses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Something that was assumed to be like this, and nobody, and nothing has proved its contrary &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or, proved that's wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I think (The fact is that there is no fact...), or I think there is nothing called fact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're never sure, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intuition&lt;/span&gt; works on and on, all the times and in all directions, but we are never sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If for example, we observed what is thought a fact is, we'll find that there is nothing that does not change, a child grows or dies, love can grow or vanish, nothing is static.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, a belief that's believed to be right for decades, may just kept its validity, because it's not the time yet, to reveal that we're mistaken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People died thinking that the earth is flat, just because their time on earth, was over before that Info is discovered, and they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believed&lt;/span&gt; in the so called "FACT" that's saying that earth is flat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We just only wish that our good meanings of life are facts, or constants, it's just a wish... no more, it may happen and it may not &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-3285791678791040741?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/3285791678791040741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=3285791678791040741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3285791678791040741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3285791678791040741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/facts.html' title='Facts'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R3gT-7RC7hI/AAAAAAAAACw/FOsyAvOEGjE/s72-c/facts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-978316945352707293</id><published>2007-12-22T01:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:56:46.396+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><title type='text'>External dependancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"External dependency is being dependant on an external object or a person in order to feel good or escape a bad mood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I am afraid that I am an external dependent person, my happiness and mood is highly affected by a good deed someone does to me, or a bad deed that I am shocked with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;It's not the normal effect, but it's very deep. That's why sometimes I feel like sheltering into my own shell, not being isolated from the external environment, but just shutting down my feelings system and living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colourless turtle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", that was once the behaviour that I found similar to my attitude, the turtle is very self dependent, it has its own shell portable with it in everywhere available to it in every moment, the only difference is that I made this shell colourless or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transparent&lt;/span&gt;, so that I keep on feeling with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surroundings and get out of my shell, when it's time to, and the people who worth leaving my shell are there; too close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I should make my shell, a very good place, and learn how to be happy staying in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-978316945352707293?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/978316945352707293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=978316945352707293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/978316945352707293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/978316945352707293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/external-dependancy.html' title='External dependancy'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6552178131946297297</id><published>2007-12-21T22:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:01:02.945+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Complexity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R2wnarRC7gI/AAAAAAAAACo/NaRww1_myFU/s1600-h/Complexity.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146531813421936130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R2wnarRC7gI/AAAAAAAAACo/NaRww1_myFU/s320/Complexity.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that we 'PEOPLE', enjoy complicating our lives these days. It's not that life itself became complex, but we decided that it couldn't complete that simple as it used to be, even just 1 decade ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sometimes think that people in the past had lots to do, for their daily life routine, so they hadn't enough time to complicate their lives, but we have delegated some of our daily routine tasks to the machines and dedicated that time to thinking, thinking and then "Sinking in the Over-Thinking". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or may be we just are affected with the things around us, and so we became more complex like the machines that we have invented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each of us now should have a Manual, describing how they think, how they interpret things, when do you know that they are happy. when do you know that they are sad, when do you know that they need help, but they are just refusing to ask for it, and even more... they refuse to get it if it happened that you understood their complex formula, and understood that they are currently passing by a hard time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are making it very hard on ourselves, and our  companions, just enjoying and competing "Look, How complex I am... no one can ever understands me"!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6552178131946297297?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6552178131946297297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6552178131946297297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6552178131946297297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6552178131946297297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/complexity.html' title='Complexity'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R2wnarRC7gI/AAAAAAAAACo/NaRww1_myFU/s72-c/Complexity.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-916078741488875871</id><published>2007-12-19T01:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:34:55.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.2knowmyself.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R2haWbRC7fI/AAAAAAAAACg/_Ldrk5tQUK4/s1600-h/lklk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145461915593666034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R2haWbRC7fI/AAAAAAAAACg/_Ldrk5tQUK4/s320/lklk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is a URL for a site that I spend much time STUDYING its contents with so much interest, since the day a friend of mine has told me about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find it's too real, it explains to me why I sometimes behave in a certain manner, and I felt happy and having a clearer interpretation for my deeds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I generally like all the things that helps me strengthen the connection and clarifies the messages sent to me by my inner me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-916078741488875871?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/916078741488875871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=916078741488875871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/916078741488875871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/916078741488875871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/httpwww2knowmyselfcom.html' title='http://www.2knowmyself.com/'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R2haWbRC7fI/AAAAAAAAACg/_Ldrk5tQUK4/s72-c/lklk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-3582646372784933305</id><published>2007-12-04T00:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:34:55.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the FOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1SMJaxx_bI/AAAAAAAAACY/NK7JOskzOOs/s1600-R/CAQFP2F6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139887168171408818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1SMJaxx_bI/AAAAAAAAACY/L5sfD5wuUnA/s320/CAQFP2F6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I just can't figure out what's behind the fog. My mind keeps drawing the missing parts of the picture and sometimes, drawing the whole picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;In my way in that foggy road, my pictures may not have any relation with that of the reality, I may feel the existance of things that are not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1SKgKxx_aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aFpFk5unufs/s1600-R/CAINIHMZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I sometimes wish the sun to shine, and in many other times, I fear it, it may just clear all my drawings, and put them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Can you take my hands and let me open my eyes on the best of the pictures that I've drawn,  and tell me that they were real ? Or else, just please let me on my way, let me on my foggy road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-3582646372784933305?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/3582646372784933305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=3582646372784933305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3582646372784933305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3582646372784933305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/walking-in-fog.html' title='Walking in the FOG'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1SMJaxx_bI/AAAAAAAAACY/L5sfD5wuUnA/s72-c/CAQFP2F6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6312280552276277000</id><published>2007-12-02T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:04:13.033+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Taming the ShReW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When the shrew, is within you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;when it's controlling you, leading you and force you to act in a certain manner, and think in a certain way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The point is, in times you are aware that it's not correct to follow it,  but just you can't stop yourself from following it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's not that you are not strong, it's just because it's un-resistable. The secret behind being un-resistable is that it's a part of you, and know very well what's gonna make you happy, understand you very well also, and convence you ... that this action is ok. It maked you just a willing less creature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So, the solution is "Taming" that shrew, and of course taming it the sooner is the better. Becaause, by time it beomes more and more strong, making it a very hard task on you to get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Especially, that you are partially with some of its dead, because it brings short term happiness, that vanishes shortly. But, remember that these short terma happiness is often followed by feelings of regression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tame it anyway, as either ways would lead to the same end? or , let it give you some short term happiness, better than nothing???? that's the question... my mind is with the first, and my feelings are with the ShrEw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6312280552276277000?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6312280552276277000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6312280552276277000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6312280552276277000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6312280552276277000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/taming-shrew.html' title='Taming the ShReW'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5016655313717233892</id><published>2007-12-01T01:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:05:16.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>My Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1CmAqTDnUI/AAAAAAAAACI/bV52jvahZEE/s1600-R/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138789705114164546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1CmAqTDnUI/AAAAAAAAACI/gl013T3NBuE/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was just an un-noticed seed in my garden, and then It began to appear as if it's gonna turn into a rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I watered it, took care "as much as I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;" from it, wished it to be the best Rose ever in my garden, the rose that would make me happy just by having it around, seeing it daily, and &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; that's just growing up, and to enjoy its smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but, It appears that it's not in my garden, it's just there, I only can see it &lt;em&gt;watch&lt;/em&gt; it, but I can't have it. It's not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Problem is, from the very beginning, I knew it isn't mine. But I was enjoying having it around and happy with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But it appears, that I'll be even be deprived of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am gonna miss it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can't imagine NOT having it in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this Rose was giving me strength in my weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I felt that there was a lot of conversations done between us, in our unspoken language, I am afraid that my messages wasn't recieved, or just the Rose wasn't interested in getting 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what's the truth... what's gonna happen I dun know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5016655313717233892?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5016655313717233892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5016655313717233892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5016655313717233892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5016655313717233892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-rose.html' title='My Rose'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/R1CmAqTDnUI/AAAAAAAAACI/gl013T3NBuE/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-47030840416429391</id><published>2007-11-01T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:41:19.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics that I like :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;I Once made a &lt;a href="http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/quotes-that-i-like.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on the best of the Quotes that I like, and I kept on updating them whenever, a new quote touched me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Now I felt it's the time to make another one for the best of the Lyrics that I like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Bryan%20Adams%20Lyrics/I%20Finally%20Found%20Someone%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Bryan Adams - I Finally Found Someone Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;طرقت الباب حتى كل متني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ولما كل متني كلمتني&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;فقلت لها يا اسما عيل صبرى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;فقالت يا اسماعيل صبرا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;الشرح &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;كلّ : تعب &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(متنى : ذراعي (ساعدي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;و لما كلمتني : اي تكلمت معي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;اسما : اسم محبوبته&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(عيل : اي بمعنى كمل (اوشك على النفاذ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;اسماعيل : اسمه هو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;قال طرقت الباب حتى تعب ذراعي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ولما تعب ذراعي تكلمت هي معي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;فقلت لها يا اسما كمل صبري&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;فقالت له اصبر يا اسماعيل&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ليلة عيد - الأخوين رحباني &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ليلة عيد ليلة عيد الليلة ليلة عيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; زينة و ناس صوت جراس عم بترن بعيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; ليلة عيد ليلة عيد الليلة ليلة عيد &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;صوت ولاد تياب جداد و بكرا الحب جديد &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;عم يتلاقوا الأصحاب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; بهديي خلف الباب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; في سجرة بالدار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; و يدوروا ولاد صغار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; و السجرة صارت عيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; و العيد اسوارة بأيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; و الأيد تعلق عالسجرة &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;غنيي و عناقيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; يا مغارة كلا بيوت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; تلمع متل الياقوت&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; كيف جبتي عالدار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; تلج شرايط و قمار&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; مين اللي جاي بعيد &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;عم بيرش مواعيد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt; يدق بواب الناس و يمشي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; و الخير علينا يزيد &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-47030840416429391?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/47030840416429391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=47030840416429391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/47030840416429391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/47030840416429391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/11/lyrics-that-i-like.html' title='Lyrics that I like :)'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8677393403992552469</id><published>2007-10-31T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:08:16.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>TrampoliNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I really feel as if I am swinging on trampoline. But neither did I choose it nor I am happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;whenever I get up high and my mood shifts up, I get down with all the strength. First, I was experienced with many shocks, due to these extreme feelings that I used to have, but these days, this is not happening because I am a moody changeble character, but it happens due to some surrounding circumstances that affects me hardly and deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am very tired, I stopped reacting to any event that's happening... I got bored ... or no it's not being bored... may be because whenever I am happy... I know that this is a temp state... and whenever I am sad this also is a temp... according to the Quote that says: "This also will pass".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I know that this is life... full of ups and downs... but the point is that... this happens with a very high frequency to the extent that I don't've the time to be comforted with my happiness or to experience my sadness...so what's happening now is that I am not affected.... or let me say it accurately... I am HARDLY affected (hard for being rare, and Hard On me As well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Tired Tired Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I want to get out of this trampoline...can I ? would that happen and when ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8677393403992552469?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8677393403992552469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8677393403992552469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8677393403992552469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8677393403992552469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/10/trampoline.html' title='TrampoliNe'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4223781672021532254</id><published>2007-10-23T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:09:56.223+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>"3ayzna nerga3 zay Zaman...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;That's the song sang by Om Kalthoum... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;I now feel it so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;it's very true in the Human Relationships, it's easily affected by any change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;It happens when we meet someone that it's never the same, although the relationship is there... but if for example you meet with a less frequency... or anything... you still love and care for each others... but never as before... because simply the current circumstances differ than those that used to be before... very complicated are the Human Relationships... needs a very high maintenance... but who can afford it... it's precious feelings... but sometimes we just become careless and it's never the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;I don't want to seem pessimistic... because there are other relations that grow no matter what the circumstances are... but they are very rare or let me say that these are just exceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4223781672021532254?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4223781672021532254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4223781672021532254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4223781672021532254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4223781672021532254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/10/3ayzna-nerga3-zay-zaman.html' title='&quot;3ayzna nerga3 zay Zaman....&quot;'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-244329713851553626</id><published>2007-10-22T14:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:11:11.099+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Weird ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I act like this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I deeply want to do something and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;involuntary&lt;/span&gt; act the opposite way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I reject the act I am doing at the time of doing it... but stop still, and make nothing of what I think should be done instead ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I complicate it while it's just very easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I think a lot ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Why do I make it hard on myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Everytime I say I'll change... take it easy... just be YOU... but why at these moments I just feel a mask is sticked on my face by force... I try hardly to take it off... but I just fail to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;And when it passes, I then begin thinking and thinking and thinking... how could I make over for this... but I guess it's never the same, at least for me because I keep on judging myself for the action that SHOULD have been done... but I wasn't able to... and this dilemma never reaches to an end... plus.. making over is MADE while the original one would have been natural and nicer... :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;very weird... I know all that... but just can't help myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-244329713851553626?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/244329713851553626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=244329713851553626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/244329713851553626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/244329713851553626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-me.html' title='Weird ME'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-810900048617517779</id><published>2007-10-01T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:12:15.688+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>What is it like ?</title><content type='html'>That's was the question that I was seeking its answer the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling myself that I will be happy with it anyways, at least I've it, although not in the way that suddenly popped out in my mind. Really I am not upset... as I felt that it's gonna be like this, but I hoped what I faked was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to live the reality, and stop dreaming...so as not to weap on an un-fulfilled dream, and enjoy the current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate that part of my life so much, I hope I can keep it forever and even work on making it deeper and more preciuos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-810900048617517779?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/810900048617517779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=810900048617517779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/810900048617517779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/810900048617517779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-it-like.html' title='What is it like ?'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5585699542832216290</id><published>2007-08-18T22:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T22:46:30.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings Storm</title><content type='html'>..............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5585699542832216290?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5585699542832216290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5585699542832216290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5585699542832216290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5585699542832216290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/08/feelings-storm.html' title='Feelings Storm'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5659573027871017085</id><published>2007-05-17T15:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:14:32.675+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Feeling Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't know whether I am really feeling happy or decided to be happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways, today wasn't a bad day at all... although I am still in the first half of the day but my mood is very Goog thank God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Plus, I've decided to make a deal with myself to help myself feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I decided magnifying the Good things around me and the blesses that I've and the Good deeds that people do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and Ignore with all I've and put behind my back anything that would let me feel down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope I can do what I've decided to make and to feel happy doing it isa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5659573027871017085?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5659573027871017085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5659573027871017085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5659573027871017085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5659573027871017085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/05/feeling-happy.html' title='Feeling Happy'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-3547320986526536200</id><published>2007-05-16T11:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:16:22.654+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>UnComplete Change in me</title><content type='html'>After the chain of shocks that I've been experiencing from some of the closest people to me the previous period.&lt;br /&gt;And after I took my time to weep and cry and everything to understand what's happening. I felt a change in me, I felt it strongly yesterday... which I am afraid to say that I know it's a very serious change that I am not very happy with it, but I think that it will protect me from being involved in any emotional shock.&lt;br /&gt;The good dead is inside me, and it comes to my mind but a sound inside me comes out and say, NO, Don't give anyone any more care or anything Good, as at the end these people hurt you badly. and after a struggle inside me between the initial good intension and the second that hinders it, I end up doing a moderate action that I am not totally satisfied with, and that is much more less than the feeling that was initially inside me but the fear of being hurted by people again drives me these days.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy with that, because, I used to do the initial deeds because I enjoy doing them and enjoy giving all the care and love, I want nothing in return, but what I discovered from the practical life is that NO, I DO NEED U TO CARE FOR ME BACK and in the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the old me back, but I am afraid that it will be hurted again, I am too fragile inside, and am not able to bear anything unexpected from the unexpected people...&lt;br /&gt;Confused So much... and am not happy with the change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I end up be like, I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Also, I miss these people who caused me the hurt and pain a lot as I love them, and I couldn't love them less... but I am not able to initiate the communication with them again.. why don't they start,,, don't they miss me as I do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-3547320986526536200?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/3547320986526536200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=3547320986526536200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3547320986526536200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/3547320986526536200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/05/uncomplete-change-in-me.html' title='UnComplete Change in me'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-569409400536050557</id><published>2007-05-10T21:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:18:25.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>6 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/RkNiDpD4DVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yBLLORb6V_s/s1600-h/saa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062998220795809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/RkNiDpD4DVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yBLLORb6V_s/s320/saa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss U SOOOOOOOOO much...Loving u as always....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But missing is not that one that all people say to each other but it's a much much more deeper feeling that I can't express because u r not a part of my life but  u are my whole life... the best that I had and never would have again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wish that once I showed u how ur true love is inside my heart and I even hope more and more that I proved to u that afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss even calling u and everything... I wish u know it so as to feel how u r someone that deserves nothing but all the care and the love and the respect and the best of all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope that I was able to provide u with anything useful to u and that could make u happier through the past 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and I promise u ... as I stood with myself today and said that in every year in that day I should be asking myself what did I present to the DE&lt;/span&gt;AREST this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really u are the dearest.... I loved no one as I love u ...&lt;br /&gt;I hope that u know what I feel what I can't say and what I cant express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really.... I can't bear.... el 7amdu lellah....&lt;br /&gt;6 years without u is more than I can bear... and I should even bear for all the coming years of my life... hou would my feelings be like in the coming years? Never Easier....But the moments that I miss u in are increasing year after the other and so the wound in my heart will never heal but it will go deeper... but I HAD TO bear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-569409400536050557?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/569409400536050557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=569409400536050557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/569409400536050557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/569409400536050557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/05/6-years.html' title='6 Years'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/RkNiDpD4DVI/AAAAAAAAABs/yBLLORb6V_s/s72-c/saa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-5373676460273112405</id><published>2007-04-19T13:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:20:07.385+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Human Beings RelationShips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;"A relationship is a sum of mutual steps to minimize the distance between two people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;This Qoute stopped me, as I found it to be very true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;but, that's the Happy path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;The Problem is that, may be at sometimes, a partie stands still, all what (s)he does is to smile and wave for the other partie, and tells her/ him how happy is (s)he for seeing that other partie coming near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;May be at other times, we have an active partner, that keeps on walking non-stop and the other partie sometimes come closer, sometimes stand still and may be even going away, increasing the distance, and thus the distance will even grow, regardless how the first partie is approaching with all what they have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;it's normal that at some point of time one of the parties, may not be able to approach, and in this case, the other partie SHOULD make up for her/ his partner's stop to keep the relation healthy. but that should be the exception and not the default case of a healthy relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-5373676460273112405?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/5373676460273112405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=5373676460273112405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5373676460273112405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/5373676460273112405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/04/human-beings-relationships.html' title='Human Beings RelationShips'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-8199988546334001590</id><published>2007-04-11T21:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:21:05.472+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Start Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/Rh03DlnSvmI/AAAAAAAAABU/VcER2r83nes/s1600-h/gift_magnets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052254891755617890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/Rh03DlnSvmI/AAAAAAAAABU/VcER2r83nes/s320/gift_magnets2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;The last couple of days, I've been passing by a collection of strange feelings and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that my inside was exposed to an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;And after thinking, thinking and thinking. For a successive complete 4 days with their days and nights.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I've learnt a lot and a lot, and I think the lessons of these experiences are unforgettable, because I woke up to look behind and find another things, that I've been doing, they are not mistakes, but they were not the best actions that could have been taken.&lt;br /&gt;So, this time I am summaring what I wished I could have done other than what I already did. It's not that I am regreting what I've done or what I didn't do, but it's just clarifying to myself what I need to have in order to become what I wanna be, with myself and with the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;There are some people around me whom I see as flags for telling me what's is right or what is wrong. I know that there is nothing absolutely right and another absolutely wrong. But in other words, I SEE THEM AS RIGHT or there deeds just convinces me and this just what matters. And So I may be taking them as models, None of these characters is exactly what I wanna be and SO, I just want to be like X in such and like Y in Such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;But I am afraid of losing my real self, I want to be MYSELF and not anyone else, I want to put my touch even in the things I like in others I need to DO IT MY WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I neither want to stop still and keep on hating some of the things about myself, nor I want to enter the dilemma of taking X as a Model and losing my real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I am just happy, because of the strong will I am having now in order to achieve what I want, Second because I put my priorities. Hope to fulfill what I want. Hope to reach the ME that I wanna be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I Really want to Start Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-8199988546334001590?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/8199988546334001590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=8199988546334001590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8199988546334001590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/8199988546334001590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/04/start-over.html' title='Start Over'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/Rh03DlnSvmI/AAAAAAAAABU/VcER2r83nes/s72-c/gift_magnets2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-6103032267088628732</id><published>2007-04-10T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:22:19.121+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Exhausted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel very exhausted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, Not Physically... but ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am very tired, I need to cry, but there is no place to cry, I am at work now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even, when I am at home, I can't cry infront of my father, or else he will be very worried about that, and I don't want to be an extra load on him. God Saved him for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I am keeping on Pretending to be ok, in front of my team mates, my friends, family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need my right to cry, I need my time to sit with myself, I need my time to be in the no where and the no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to stop my mind from thinking, and painting the missing parts of the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-6103032267088628732?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/6103032267088628732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=6103032267088628732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6103032267088628732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/6103032267088628732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted....'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-1997035807871098390</id><published>2007-04-09T01:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:23:12.183+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Sorry for letting U pass by "The Heaviest Experience.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/RhmB_NzaugI/AAAAAAAAABE/LUAFq9eILGM/s1600-h/CAA7J7RG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/Rhl7HNzaueI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzB3RSKp4kc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051203820967344610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/Rhl7HNzaueI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzB3RSKp4kc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am really Sorry, sorry for all what had h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for the current situation, for the strange coincidence that happened to you. That because of me became strange, while it should have been very normal and may be a happy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am afraid that I might be depriving you from something, that I myself see that you shouldn't have been deprived of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am very glad that I've someone caring and loving like you, may be another one in your position may have behaved differently. I am really sorry for you, and my conscious really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt; me because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, I as you know quite well, I have nothing in hand to do, even my words, you closed any opened door for me, so I became unable to talk in that subject with you clearly. Because you chose the way that carries the least amount of pain to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THANK U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THANK U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THANK U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just for being u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Really words can't describe, my brain was shocked at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, but by time I began to realize how you've sacrificed for me. I am happy because you cared for me that much but am very afraid of the thought of being the cause to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;deprive&lt;/span&gt; you from something, especially it's one of your rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope I'll be always there for you, as you are always there for me. And I hope to be one day the cause of bringing you and your kind heart all the joy and Happiness. I hope to have the chance to prove my love to you as you did, and what really affect me... is that I knew by chance... and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;may've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; died without knowing what you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Will be always there for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Will be always caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Will be always loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Will be always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grateful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-1997035807871098390?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/1997035807871098390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=1997035807871098390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1997035807871098390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1997035807871098390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry for letting U pass by &quot;The Heaviest Experience..&quot;'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/Rhl7HNzaueI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AzB3RSKp4kc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-4815373897131015206</id><published>2007-04-01T03:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:38:47.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Gemini Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 67% Gemini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgeminiareyouquiz/gemini.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgeminiareyouquiz/"&gt;How Gemini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-4815373897131015206?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/4815373897131015206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=4815373897131015206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4815373897131015206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/4815373897131015206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-gemini-are-you.html' title='How Gemini Are You?'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-1309066955216923309</id><published>2007-02-26T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:25:06.136+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>This Never Happened Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;To me it's not just a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am really watching myself and my reactions for about a month now, and I found myself experiencing some feelings that I've never experienced before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know whether it's a form of rejecting the current situation, or an abnormal fear of losing a precious relation, or even having it but not in the way it used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I know that what's happening is very normal, and may be it's happening everyday and to many people, or may be to me myself, and the relation was never weaker, on the contrary, may be with others it increased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;But I don't know why it feels so, this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The point is that is I am really HURTED because I am too sensitive in this relation, to the first time I feel how a "High Maintenance Person", acts like, and I don't want to let anyone be bored, I don't want to be an extra load instead of being an Understanding heart and a helping Hand, But Really I can't help it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I know that I am over reacting But I can't help it :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;This relation really went very deep in a time that doesn't go with the deepness and the feelings that it touched, may be that what's made it unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I really feel very restless, and my feelings go Up and Down every now and then, and down means that I am hurted and not that my love curve is down or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I wish I can convince my heart with the logical words that I have in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-1309066955216923309?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/1309066955216923309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=1309066955216923309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1309066955216923309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/1309066955216923309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-never-happened-before.html' title='This Never Happened Before'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-116655203771214737</id><published>2006-12-19T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:13:57.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And That Was The First Day there...</title><content type='html'>Today, was my first day in the new company.&lt;br /&gt;It's Good thank God. But ...&lt;br /&gt;Also, when comparing the first day here, and in my ex-company, I mean comparing myself, I think a year and a couple of months had really added to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that the next day would even be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-116655203771214737?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/116655203771214737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=116655203771214737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116655203771214737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116655203771214737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-that-was-first-day-there.html' title='And That Was The First Day there...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-116613458298952152</id><published>2006-12-14T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:27:42.573+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I Love U ALL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/159/1318/1600/490737/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, was a very remarkable day, that I will never forget, as far as I know myself. It was my last day in the first company, and the first job. I've put a fullstop and ended the first sentence in my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important to me, is the people, as I love them a lot, I was really indirectly forced to leave my dear friends, and the friendly, loving environmet that I was enjoying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's life "C 'est La Vie", But ISA, we will be always connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy today, as I saw all the team in my Farewell, that team that is used to be here and there, at the Customer's site, finishing some tasks. But we were all gathered today, especially HH who was on a vacation and it was broken, MH who is outsourced, but to my good luck, he came today, Also TA who had training outside, came after he finished. I was happy for seeing them all Around, Although I was missing my elder brothers but they are out of the country, so it wasn't in their hand at all to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a very strange confusing feeling. My mind still not figuring out, that it's really the last day and it's over. My mind keep on saying, did a year and 3 months passed like this? did I finish my 1 month notice that quick? still can't believe .... Shall I be joining the company I've been dreaming of after only 2 more days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the idea that nothing in the world is perfect jumbs into my mind... I feel that it's very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we will be always connected, and our relation get deeper and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be always with me and inside my heart :))... Love U ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-116613458298952152?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/116613458298952152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=116613458298952152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116613458298952152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116613458298952152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-u-all.html' title='I Love U ALL...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-116437909920882712</id><published>2006-11-24T16:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:30:29.229+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='خواطر'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='شعر'/><title type='text'>سئمت</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;سئمت لا أقول سئمت الحياة            و لكنى سئمت حياتى&lt;br /&gt;لا لن أقول بغضت الحياة               و لكنى بغضت حياتى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          آلعيب فى أم فى من حولى؟                                       و لكنى سأجزم أن العيب ليس فى وحدى       &lt;br /&gt;الدمع يقف حائرا فى مقلتى                              لائما كل من حولى جميعا&lt;br /&gt;نعم فلم يعد لى حميما                            وما معنى الحياة إذا سرت وحيدة&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;أنظر إلى سماؤك يا ربى و أرى الغيوم كأنها دموعا&lt;br /&gt;دموعا تهطل أمطارا و سيولا بكاءا على من تراهم السماء حيارى&lt;br /&gt;و أسمع صوت هواؤك يبكى من أجل كل نفس محترق من الحزن و الأسى&lt;br /&gt;و استشعر الجبال قد أقسمت على أن لا تنبت زهرا لكى لا يذبل حزنا&lt;br /&gt;قد خشى الجبل على الزهور و استهان الناس بالقلوب&lt;br /&gt;قلوب تدمى حزنا و أسى&lt;br /&gt;حزنا علي ماض قد انقضى&lt;br /&gt;و أسى على حاضر يتبدد هباءا&lt;br /&gt;كفى يا سماء عن البكاء و كفى غيوما فبغير نورك&lt;br /&gt;لا نستطيع الحياة&lt;br /&gt;و اسمحى يا جبال بأن تعيش فوق ظهرك الزهور&lt;br /&gt;عسى أن تبقى زهرة تسعد قلب من قلوب الحزانى&lt;br /&gt;و يا هواء صبرا فإن النفوس غدا سوف تبرد&lt;br /&gt;و تلطف نسيمك برضاها&lt;br /&gt;فإن الحياة زهور و أحزان&lt;br /&gt;لقاءا و وداع&lt;br /&gt;حبا و شقاءا&lt;br /&gt;فرحا و الماّ&lt;br /&gt;عجيبة هى الحياة و رغم ذلك نحياها&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-116437909920882712?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/116437909920882712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=116437909920882712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116437909920882712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116437909920882712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='سئمت'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-116397020432270906</id><published>2006-11-19T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:32:01.269+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Feelings...Feelings      and Feelings Again :'(</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was a day that I've been dreaming with, since I have been in college. The day that I go to that company and pass through the interviews successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple of days before yesterday, I've made a lot of prayers and asked people to pray that I would be accepted and join that comapny, and what made me very sticky is that I was very upset from my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Yesterday I went to the company and went through the recruitement process, there were a lot of people there waiting to be interviewed, I was a little worried when I saw this large number, but had a faith in God that He would help me, and to my astonishment, I found myself passing from an interview to the other and when entering each I was feeling that this would be the last and I won't pass to the next till I found myself in the last one Hearing "Congrats", and took the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was veryyyyyyyy happy then, but in my way back home, I passed by my current company an remembered that these few coming days would be the End of my days in that comapny, which although I was really upset from and suffering from its management but I LOVE IT, yes I do :S, then my feelings began to go to the other extreme and became very sad for the thought of leaving the company, the people and everything there that I love deeply :'( , really deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then arriving home, I called my friend &lt;a href="http://sohasaid.blogspot.com"&gt;sue &lt;/a&gt;and told here that I've been accepted there, she was GREATLYYY affected by these news, and she ended the call immediately excusing me and telling me that she's not able to talk anymore. Then I called my friend &lt;a href="http://do2do2-doaafawzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;DODO&lt;/a&gt;, in hope that she would be in a better status and would react in a way that may lift my mood up. But, her reaction wasn't better than that of Sue by any mean, and she kept saying, "is it sure?" and also ended the call immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these 2 phone calls that mode that began when I passed by the compay's premises became more and more stronger, but I was shy from God to be sad and cry instead of thanking him for his help and support to me, I felt a very strange feeling that I didn't experience before, I felt as if my heart was divided into 2 zones, one that is happy for what God have given me and the other is very sad for my departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a very strange bad mood, I called a friend of us that was with us in the company but left from about 5 or 6 months and told her everything, on hearingher voice in the phone I burst into tears, at the beginig she thought that I was rejected in the interview, but when she heard the complete story from me she tried her best to calm me down, and she succeded partially, but still I wasn't ok, I sent a msg to Sue, and DODO just saying "Sorry", I couldn't tell more than that, then I recieved a call from DODO, she was partially fine at the beginig of the call, then we ended the call each of us crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today at work also, it was a day full of ups and downs in our moods, but generally, it was better than I was expecting thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really, going to miss my friends, colleagues, team, Really I am going to miss them all...I can't imagine not saluting them in the early morning and the chit chats, that we used to have through the day, praying with each others, taking the break, sitting in the balacon together, making the Nescafe, and also walking to the main street from the company every day.... I will miss that all, I will miss them deeply, I will miss even those that we are not close friends, as I am used to the combination of people, I will miss the combination, listening to that voice and hearing that laugh, seeing those intimates walking or laughing together, all that all that will be missed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I love u ALL, I am gonna miss u ALL. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot inside, but it's just that I can't complete now......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-116397020432270906?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/116397020432270906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=116397020432270906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116397020432270906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/116397020432270906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/11/feelingsfeelings-and-feelings-again.html' title='Feelings...Feelings      and Feelings Again :&apos;('/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115824198670341580</id><published>2006-09-14T16:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:53:06.733+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A way out............</title><content type='html'>I want a way out of that place, although I like it a lot and like the people and everything, but I feel that there are somethings and some people who are insisting on making the place unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to go out I need to have some other BETTRT place, and currenly I don't have it. And I don't know whether I'll be having it some SOON day that I will be in a better place or I got stucked with that place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point is..........shall I really find a better place.....or its a mirage?????????????Are they all the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsettled&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;unable to do any positive step to help myself, though I have many ideas to help in my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115824198670341580?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115824198670341580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115824198670341580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115824198670341580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115824198670341580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/09/way-out.html' title='A way out............'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115728698356012363</id><published>2006-09-03T10:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:34:16.459+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><title type='text'>Will be always missing ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The day before yesterday, we were preparing for a very happy event that was going to happen, regardless of the event itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I felt that this event, would have cheered, and fell the heart of my dear very much, I kept imagining how she would have been very happy, full of joy, reaping the fruits of her hard working years and all the effort that she'd exerted to take care of this plant, but unfortunately it was not her fate to witness this event, but anyways, thank God, I wish that she's sharing every joyfull moment with us and doesn't feel with us any bad moment that we pass with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Also, ISA, by the end of this week, a wish that we all have been wishing from a long time, and kept imagining that day and every minor deatil in it, will be fulfilled ISA, I think that there are other Dears that we are be missing veryyyyyyyyy much on that day, those who will forever be missed in evey happy event and also every nin-happy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Please Dears, know that ISA, that you will never be missing in any event, because you are in a place that we can't exist without, you're in our hearts, in every photo that we take, your places are reserved, in every gathering we gather in, you're the first ones in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We can never be apart from you, you're always in our hearts dearies.........miss u, though u are never missed     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115728698356012363?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115728698356012363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115728698356012363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115728698356012363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115728698356012363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/09/will-be-always-missing.html' title='Will be always missing ...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115495595764943259</id><published>2006-08-07T15:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:35:17.743+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rolling Back.................. :)) Hopefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Rolling Back" this term is well known, I think especially for people who are working in the field of IT like me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But can we "Roll Back" that easy in our real lives, or as people say "Undo/ Ctrl+Z" our actions and the most hardest our feelings, I think that this is impossible or else live could have been much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is something else that I wish it was existing in the "Human's World", which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, either to freeze on a happy moment the one is enjoying, freezing to keep with the company you like, freezing on the situation, the state of satisfaction and happiness the one's in at a certain moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unrelated and unorganized thoughts that are coming into my mind, and there is much more, and I guess more important still in my mind, but still can't be translated into written lines :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115495595764943259?l=folla.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115381445557201803</id><published>2006-07-25T10:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:36:38.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Happiest day in One's Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to the cinema some of my friends from work. We were a little confused between 2 films, but &lt;a href="http://do2do2-doaafawzy.blogspot.com"&gt;one &lt;/a&gt;of our friends was totally against one of the 2 films and supporting the other one, so we went that other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind began thinking of a sentence that was said in the film of yesterday, that I am still thinking of till the current moment, the actress was saying that everytime she was upset she sits to see the sunrise, and hear it as if saying to hear "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have hope, still you didn't live the happiest day in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;From then, I've been asking myself: "Did I live the best day in my life or it's still coming", who knows, we can't answer this questions unless we've lived all our age that is written to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept dreaming of this day, how would I feel, what would happen to make me extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;and another question came to my mind: "Is it better to live in average happiness or to feel that EXTREME happiness?????????"&lt;br /&gt;And, if that happiest day in my life already passed? which day was it ??????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115381445557201803?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115381445557201803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115381445557201803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115381445557201803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115381445557201803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiest-day-in-ones-life.html' title='The Happiest day in One&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115338666365845570</id><published>2006-07-20T11:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:39:46.588+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mama'/><title type='text'>Oh Allah, please fulfill all my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;yesterday I was enjoying work very much, generally starting from this week I became very happy at work because my dear friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sohasaid.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;, moved her PC and began sitting beside me:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly at the evening my mood changed with no single reason for it to change and I became very upset, and began thinking of many things that worries me and makes me sad, and then I said to myself remember all the gifts you have from God, remember all what you have, or just remember how he saved your father to you and made the operation passes peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made so with my mind, but internally I was still uncomfortable, and then a friend of mine came to my mind and I called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zeealien.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; as she's travelling in a vaction and I missed her tOoOoO much, just hearing her voice on the phone saying "AlOoOoO", my mood was really changed 180 degress and I began laughing and joking with her, and there was another surprise to me which was our other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://zeemoonlightshadow.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;was there too in a vacation my mind faked me and I really fealt as If I was there with them as their third companion and I enjoyed it too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Then I began ordering my wardrobe, and I was singing many things, then all of a sudden I began Praying, asking God all what I want and not just asking but speaking and speaking loudly I was not just speaking with my my head but with my voice too, I felt relieved afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;On waking up today I found an SMS from my travelling brother saying that he'd seen our mother (God Rests her Soul) giving him many cadeaux to give them to me, I felt then that it's a sign that all my wishes will be fulfilled ISA and my Prayers were heard (Ostegebat ISA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I Came work today, to find my friends are abscent, but we phoned each others, and I am generally in a good mood I hope it stays for a long while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I hope all my prayers come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115338666365845570?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115338666365845570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115338666365845570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115338666365845570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115338666365845570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-allah-please-fulfill-all-my-dreams.html' title='Oh Allah, please fulfill all my dreams'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115313942851351502</id><published>2006-07-17T15:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:30:28.526+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday (15/ 07/ 2006); I passed with a very unique and strange personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;I've passed some moments in which I was dead of fear and worry. Minutes after I felt relieved and began laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the people and how they were very supporting to us and how caring were they.&lt;br /&gt;I've felt there love and care, they were competing in helping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all, and before all thanks and gratitude to my dear God, who saved us and was very near and merciful to us, and for showing us what do we mean to all these people around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115313942851351502?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115313942851351502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115313942851351502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115313942851351502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115313942851351502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/07/experience.html' title='Experience'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115252488718076645</id><published>2006-07-10T12:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:48:07.190+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Broken :(((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you find yourself very clear and open and is telling all about yourself.And is confronted by someone who you considered yourself from the nearest people to her/him is hiding some facts from you and the most hurting is that that fact is known to other people, you get really shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't know why I am getting all these shocks, or I am over sensetive or what. Especially, that in this case I am not able to change my mind  and opinion on the character because it's really from the best characters I met ever in my life, but the case is in me, I am still not that close:((.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And that's my everlasting problem "&lt;strong&gt;Not THAT Close&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115252488718076645?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115252488718076645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115252488718076645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115252488718076645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115252488718076645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-broken.html' title='Something Broken :((('/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115193387374407060</id><published>2006-07-03T16:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:41:55.509+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Till when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Till when are my feelings still speak a language, that others fails to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or speak words that others just don't want to hear:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115193387374407060?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115193387374407060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115193387374407060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115193387374407060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115193387374407060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/07/till-when.html' title='Till when...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115192444409445625</id><published>2006-07-03T13:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:00:44.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored of Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am bored of myself, whenever I get a step forward in social Intelligence, I get it backward again, resulting in no enhancements in my level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When shall I be a normal person, who interacts with people in a normal way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is the defect in me or in people around me, I doubt that it's in people around me as for sure not all these people have the same defect. It seems that only the few close friends to me who are the superiors so that they were able in dealing with a very high maintenance people like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115192444409445625?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115192444409445625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115192444409445625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115192444409445625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115192444409445625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored-of-myself.html' title='Bored of Myself'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115158120711170049</id><published>2006-06-29T14:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:42:41.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Success- Becoming a Person of Integrity II</title><content type='html'>2 more things that I liked in this chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can “fake it until you make It.”: because of the Law of Reversibility, if you act as  if you had a particular feeling the action will generate the feeling consistent with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can become a superior human being by consciously acting exactly as the kind of person that you would most like to become.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115158120711170049?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115158120711170049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115158120711170049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115158120711170049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115158120711170049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/principles-of-success-beco_115158120711170049.html' title='Principles of Success- Becoming a Person of Integrity II'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115157955219359976</id><published>2006-06-29T13:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:12:32.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Success- Becoming a Person of Integrity I</title><content type='html'>The Following is a Quote from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Napoleon Hill, in his book, The Master Key to Riches, tells about how he created an imaginary board of personal advisors made up of great figures of history. He chose people like Napoleon, Lincoln, Jesus, and Alexander the Great. Whenever he had to make a decision, he would relax deeply and then imagine that the members of his advisory council were sitting at a large table in front of him. He would then ask them what he should do to deal effectively with a particular situation. In time, they would begin to give him answers, observations, and insights that helped him to see more clearly and act more effectively.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is not a very helpful method, because WE WILL THINK, how would they react. and since there's an intervention from us, we will project our impression on them. and will put our finger print in the decision made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115157955219359976?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115157955219359976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115157955219359976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115157955219359976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115157955219359976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/principles-of-success-becoming-person_29.html' title='Principles of Success- Becoming a Person of Integrity I'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115157630306950915</id><published>2006-06-29T12:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T13:18:23.083+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Success- Becoming a Person of Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While reading this chapter of the book, I found the following Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What are your five most important values in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I kept thinking for few minutes and these were the things that popped up into my mind; for some values I found that they were more expressive in Arabic, so I wrote them in Arabic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AL-Sedk:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't just mean saying the truth, but I mean being true in your feelings, in your love, in your will and everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al-7ob:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Love, To love everyone(who deserves), and everything around you and to have peace with yourself and love it(not too much), only to the extent you can live with. Love your country, Love your Work, and Love the atmosphere in which you are living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being there for those who needs you and expects you beside them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomo7: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always work on improving everything, your relation with people around you, your career, your shape ;), relation with God, knowing to sum it up, hope and work for increasing every tiny good thing in you or you want to achieve, and get rid and move away everything you hate about yourself or your living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Dema3' el Kbeera: &lt;/strong&gt;Give excuses to others, as long as you are sure of other people's feelings towards you, then never suspect any action they do , if it appears to be bad to u, listen to them and forgive them, never lose a life time's love because of a misunderstanding that you could have passed.Always look to the big picture, and remember the long history, and ignore the tiny details, take people as they are, when they do something that upsets you, remeber that they are not devils, do not remember all their bad actions, remember their good ones as well, remember when thet stood by you, remember that they bared your bad actions as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, Please, Please, anyone who reads this post, write me your top 5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    values, if u have more than 5 write as much as u feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115157630306950915?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115157630306950915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115157630306950915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115157630306950915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115157630306950915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/principles-of-success-becoming-person.html' title='Principles of Success- Becoming a Person of Integrity'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115157278447023511</id><published>2006-06-29T12:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:24:14.703+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Complete what I've Started</title><content type='html'>From a long time, (actually not very long), I was planning to begin writing upon things that I agree or disagree with in an E-book that I was reading then that was entitled; &lt;a href="http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/principles-of-success.html"&gt;Principles of Success&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in hope of finishing what I've started I will resume my work in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115157278447023511?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115157278447023511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115157278447023511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115157278447023511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115157278447023511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-to-complete-what-ive-started.html' title='Just to Complete what I&apos;ve Started'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115140605091459616</id><published>2006-06-27T13:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:03:05.323+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hell of taking a decision...</title><content type='html'>Although I hate hesitation very much, and I don't like those hesitated people, I have the sickness oh hesitation when it comes to big decisions, or at least those that I see them big at the time of taking the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what makes a decision big? that is the question. I know that in some cases it's easy to make a U turn and change your path, but even in this case it will not be a very easy decision. I always believed that the best decision is that that can be changed easy in sense that it's flexible and doesn't have great impacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases we say what if the decision I made was not correct? It's not a big deal I can then leave what I have choosed and return to the other alternative, but the problem is that leaving a chosen way is not always easy and the other alternative(s) is/ are not always available and waiting for u to know that they were the best for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just seen a phrase today that I feeled very much; "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is the art of drawing.. Without an eraser. So.. be careful what u draw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;But what I think is that although we don't have an eraser but we can make the line we made wrongly a stem for a new flower.&lt;br /&gt;And I comfort myself by saying that it's fate more or less, as the poet said "Kotebat 3allyna 7'ottan f mashaynaha" or "It's steps that was wrote for us so we stepped them". But then I reply to myself that this doesn't mean that we don't have to think, but we should do our best in trying to find the best choice and make the optimum decision, but we shouldn't stress ourselves if we really did our best to investigate in the correctness of the decisions we are to make, because we are human, and human may make mistakes and that's normal and we shouldn't repent as long as we did our best in thinking.&lt;br /&gt;But my problem is that period of thinking in which I try to do my best :)))&lt;br /&gt;And another sound inside me that is the source of my worry, when I try to comfort myselfy, it comes up and ruins all comfort: "What if u made ur life a series of wrong decisions?". A very pessimistic sound. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very confused, tired and thus very sad :(((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115140605091459616?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115140605091459616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115140605091459616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115140605091459616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115140605091459616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-of-taking-decision.html' title='The Hell of taking a decision...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115089295908328646</id><published>2006-06-21T15:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:30:02.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"What do you do when the only one that can make you stop crying, is the person who made you cry?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;That was a Quote that I found at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://am-free.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;http://am-free.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; in a post called"Quotes Wise Quotes " and was really very touched by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115089295908328646?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115089295908328646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115089295908328646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115089295908328646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115089295908328646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/touched-me.html' title='Touched me....'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115088140234612301</id><published>2006-06-21T11:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:16:42.370+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I am not going to criticize Dicken's Novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But I am going to talk about the High Expectations that I had for some people around me. How I thought what I were to them and then was faced by the painful truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Is it my fault that I expect people to act the same way I feel towards them, even though I may not be showing these feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I got tired from my "Great Expectations", I always expect relations to be very deep, I always expect love to be mutual, and since I love with all that I have, I expect the highest degrees of love and care which I rarely find. But thank God that I've it after all, God saves these caring people for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I feel tired, and I feel a very deep pain inside. Even I am wrong I know that I can't change as it's a chronic disease that I've been suffering from through out my life. I hardly find the love in the way I feel it towards the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Even my crush, I expected a lot and lived in my dreams which have no single root to live with or stand on. I know that's not anybody's fault but mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I wish I am cured from my disease,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, pray for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115088140234612301?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115088140234612301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115088140234612301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115088140234612301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115088140234612301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-115062363579495349</id><published>2006-06-18T12:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:38:28.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>16/06/2006</title><content type='html'>A Surprise Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, which was 16/06/2006, one of my friends arranged with my sister that they are going to make me a surprise birthday party. I knew my sister was planning to do something like this but I lied on her and told her that would not make me happy and that she will make me upset instead of happy, I thought that I've convinced her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called for an outing in one of the places that we were used to going when we were still at school, or I can say that there was the only place permitted to us then. and she said that she missed this place a lot, me too was very happy with the idea and with the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister than asked me "Would u be annoyed if me, H and R joined u in the outing?" and I replied that I would be happy but please don't try to celebrate my birhday, and she said Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my astonishment my friend who was missing our Outings in the "X" place, suggested another one, I was very astonished but I said it's normal "Those are my friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On reaching the place we settled to I found two of my faculty friends entering the Same place. I asked them did S told u that we are coming here they smiled and didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;when I went Upstairs I found Helium Birthday Baloons, other friends, I was very surprised, all of this was arranged, and 4 days earlier, I never suspected so, all I was suspicious of that my sister may come and try to celebrate my birthday and they (my friends) don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my special and dear friend told me; I kept my mouth opened for about half an hour trying to understand what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a very special day, very special and early birthday (20/06 shifted to 16/06) and also my other friend to whom also that Birthday was done was shifted for a complete week (23/06 shifted to 16/06). It was a very friendly company, which I stayed being with very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were in Ceramic cafe, I wasn't planning to Color anything, but I said that I must have a souvenir from that day. and I wrote all the attendees names on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very special thing on that day also was the Candle of the Birthday cake, it was a flower that opens (seeing it is much more beautiful than my description).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very special thanks to all those who were there, and those who tried to make me and my friend (H/ or Moon) happy.&lt;br /&gt;U really made it just as perfect as it could be.&lt;br /&gt;My Friends who really made me happy by their attendance (Mandarina, Rana, Tooty, my sister Amani, Reno, Hobaz, Moon"The other Birthday Queen", Hussien, Shaltoot, Kunoichi, Shemooo, Rain&amp;amp; Ahmad, Shedeed, and my very special friend and the head of the organizing comitee"Zee alien" )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-115062363579495349?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/115062363579495349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=115062363579495349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115062363579495349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/115062363579495349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/06/16062006.html' title='16/06/2006'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114807824658393617</id><published>2006-05-20T01:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:37:26.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Success- A Balanced Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only when your values and your activities are congruent do you feel happy and at peace with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”--- A saying that I am totally agreeing with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The formula revolves around a concept of time management, or what you might want to call life management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”---It may have been in my mind, but the image became very clear; that with managing the time we are not utilizing our hours in an efficient way just to meet a deadline of something or to be able to do all or most of the things we wish to do, but day by day it will add up our whole life, after X year of managing our hours, weeks, months and years we will have a life that if full of many achievements not necessary achievements like winning the Nobel Prize, or being a minister or whatever people consider it a standard of success, but at least we will have been doing all the things we thought and believed they were important and put them on the highest priority and choose them from among many things to do. These achievements may be just from painting a set of tableaux that were never been to an exhibition or even seen by a great painter who stated that these paintings have some value, even if they are nothing but just a way to give their painter some joy and a way to express himself even to himself. I think that a woman or a man who well managed their life if they didn’t get the fame and didn’t pass the success standards that people have set at least they will die happy as they spent their time which is their lives in something they enjoyed doing if it was hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The setting of posteriorities is often overlooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” This was also one another point that I benefited from reading this book, as I always when the idea of managing my time comes to mind the first thing that jumps to my mind is getting a piece of paper and begin writing the things that I wish to do whether are they are a job that I have to finish or an activity that I like very much and in a bad need for it to bring joy to myself and then begin giving priorities to each and scheduling the time in which I am supposed to do these things in. But after reading the above quoted sentence I’ve discovered that I would be able to do more things that I like and find some more free hours in my day, if I observed my daily routine and on this same piece of paper I began to write the unimportant things that I do that are of no value and they are taking my time just as a kind of habit, and then stop wasting my time on them and put in that free time things that are more important or that make me more happy doing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most people are so busy rushing back and forth that they seldom take the time to think seriously about who they are and why they are doing what they are doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To be successful at your job, you must work fast and efficiently and nonstop all the time you are on the payroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. I believe that this is what a successful machine would likely be supposed to do. But Humans MUST have breaks to perform better, also they must socialize with people around them, colleagues, managers or subordinates, or else they will not be happy and that would affect negatively on their work. Employees are humans who have emotions that is not an On/Off switch they switch it off when they come to work and back on when they finish, they must have mutual sympathy and support with their mates. On the other hand when they are capable of giving, they might be over giving, even their 1 hour of work may be productive in multiple of times compared with Machine-Like Humans who work their full time and nonstop. But I am sure not saying that we are coming work just to have friends and socialize and so, but all what I say is that we must respect our Human Nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When parents don’t spend a lot of time with their children individually, they send a message to their children that they are not very valuable or important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. I believe that this type of messages are not only send to children from their parents, but are sent to any of the parties of a relationship being Parent-Child, Friendship, Manager-Subordinate, Love or whatever, I believe that relationships must be maintained by giving them enough time to breath, this breath is that the one feels the care of the other, (s)he has given me a time from their precious lives, made me the first priority than any other thing they could have been doing on these moments they are sharing with me. Ignoring is a very bad feeling one feels even if the other character didn’t intend it when they lack the time to sit with each others and speak, as words are not only exchanged in a conversation, but I feel it like a wave is coming and going between the 2 spirits which is very healthy to the relation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114807824658393617?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114807824658393617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114807824658393617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114807824658393617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114807824658393617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/principles-of-success-balanced-life.html' title='Principles of Success- A Balanced Life'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114807766157151488</id><published>2006-05-20T01:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:27:41.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Once (from about a month) I’ve been talking with one of my friends telling her that I am very bored and I want to begin doing some new activity that I might find my self in and I discovered that in the past few days I became interested in criticizing the films and everything I watch in the TV, and then the day before yesterday (09/05/2006) I was telling her that that I began reading a book that I am nearly against most of the points of views of the writer, and she told me that it would be fine to take this book as a start to criticize the thoughts in it that I am against, and thus I will be discovering the thoughts that I am with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was very thirst to begin some writing activity, I was very enthusiastic about it and began the job from today Thursday (11/05/2006) although it was a very full day and I am very tired as it’s already 11:40 PM, but anyway I will Start, I hope I can do it well and complete the job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters of the Book&lt;br /&gt;A Balanced Life&lt;br /&gt;Becoming A Person Of Integrity&lt;br /&gt;Cultivating Your Self-Esteem&lt;br /&gt;Empowering Others&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s A Sales Person&lt;br /&gt;Gaining Visibility&lt;br /&gt;Generating Energy&lt;br /&gt;Leading &amp; Motivating&lt;br /&gt;Make Every Minute Count&lt;br /&gt;Making The Most Of Change&lt;br /&gt;Managing Your Time&lt;br /&gt;Setting Priorities&lt;br /&gt;The Power Of Charisma&lt;br /&gt;The Power Of Positive Self Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Every Post ISA I will be talking on a chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114807766157151488?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114807766157151488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114807766157151488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114807766157151488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114807766157151488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/principles-of-success.html' title='Principles of Success'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114746579505330245</id><published>2006-05-12T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T23:29:55.063+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love  is a very effective motivator...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114746579505330245?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114746579505330245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114746579505330245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114746579505330245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114746579505330245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114668947326815611</id><published>2006-05-03T23:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:28:54.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes that I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Always hold your head up, but be careful to keep your nose at a friendly level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;الحياة التي لا يعاد النظر فيها لا تستحق أن تعاش أفلاطون&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ينبغي أن نضع نصب أعينينا أن مأساة الحياة لا تكمن في عدم بلوغ الهدف بل في عدم وجود هدف نسعى إلى بلوغه فليست الفاجعة في أن نموت دون أن نحقق بعضاَ من أحلامنا بل أن نفتقر إلى الأحلام .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Dont cry because its over, smile because it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;To meet and to part is way of life. To part and to meet again is hope of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The purpose of life is to live a life of purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Love is like standing in wet cement , the longer you stay the harder to leave and u can never leave without leaving your marks behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The heart is on the left but always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I love walking in the rain cause then no one knows im crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The virtue of true love is not finding the perfect person, but loving the imperfect person perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Destiny decides who you meet in life but its only your heart that can decide who gets to stay in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the *&lt;strong&gt;sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;,* but leaving us when we cross into the *&lt;strong&gt;shade&lt;/strong&gt;.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” --- Buddha quotes (Hindu Prince Gautama Siddharta, the founder of Buddhism, 563-483 B.C.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I try to talk to you, but I don't know what to say. I am afraid you don't want me to say anything. So I don't. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out.And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart.And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you.But those words may forver stay in my heart-locked inside.Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too... but I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; All our lives we search for someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance the song of heartbreak and hope all the while,wondering if somewhere,somehow there is someone searching for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114668947326815611?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114668947326815611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114668947326815611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114668947326815611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114668947326815611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/quotes-that-i-like.html' title='Quotes that I like'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114666635611771519</id><published>2006-05-03T17:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:25:56.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote I disagree with</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you can't have what you want, it's time to start wanting what you have.            -- Kathleen A. Sutton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;First: There is nothing called "Can't have".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Second: We may try as much as we can to have what we want, but we may discover that the thing we are searching for is not what we really want or may be while passing in the road we discover something else that much worth our trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But we can't take this Quote as a rule or else we would remove the word "Dream" from our dictionary. and try to cope with all the things around us that we don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't know why did I stop at this Quote and began to criticize it, I may have ignored it as simple as that, but I couldn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114666635611771519?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114666635611771519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114666635611771519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114666635611771519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114666635611771519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-i-disagree-with.html' title='A Quote I disagree with'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114661070985497956</id><published>2006-05-03T01:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T01:58:29.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Fame and Fortune?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50669/tests/fame/index.jsp?testname=fameogt&amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50669/http://i.emode.com/tests/fame/images/scientific_world_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're likely to find fame and fortune in the Scientific World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk about inventive! You're one of those people who has a special way of seeing a problem, wrapping your head around it, and squeezing out a solution that's nothing but pure genius. So what if you never won at the science fair (but congrats if you did). The fact is, you have a mind made for experimenting. You enjoy a mental challenge and like creating — whether it's a new invention for the sake of invention or something that solves people's more immediate problems.Don't have crazy hair like Einstein? Don't know a Bunsen burner from a test tube? No sweat. Maybe you'll discover a cure for cancer. Maybe you'll be the first human to set foot on Mars. Or maybe you'll figure out how to safely make landfills evaporate.Whatever you do, with a brain like yours, you're bound for scientific greatness. So get going! Fame and fortune await! The world's still waiting for someone to create that triple-chocolate, fudge, ice cream cake with zero calories! Or shoelaces that don't fray at the ends, or headphones that automatically adjust for outside noise factors, or rainproof-breathable fleece, or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50670/tests/fame/index.jsp?testname=fameogt&amp;amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Fame and Fortune?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50671/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114661070985497956?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114661070985497956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114661070985497956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114661070985497956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114661070985497956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-your-fame-and-fortune.html' title='What&apos;s Your Fame and Fortune?'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114660639439381105</id><published>2006-05-03T00:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:46:34.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Naughty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/naughty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, you tend to discount social rules.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much fun to break the rules!&lt;br /&gt;You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you.&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One more test from blogthings to prove one of the following; either that I don't know myself or either these tests have smthg wrong with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114660639439381105?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114660639439381105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114660639439381105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114660639439381105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114660639439381105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-inner-child-is-naughty-like-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-114554518955401929</id><published>2006-04-20T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:59:49.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sign Should You Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#c0e3f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be An Aquarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddf0f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/aquarius.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about you: philosophical and idealistic, you are a great thinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you require a lot of space - it's hard to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: you're quirky and playful, but you hate to be smothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: likely to have many acquaintances and very few good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: pilot, snow boarder, or science fiction writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: unconventional, unique outfits that turn heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: anything with garlic or unique spices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What Very strange result that was very unexpected ?!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-114554518955401929?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/114554518955401929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=114554518955401929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114554518955401929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/114554518955401929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-sign-should-you-be.html' title='What Sign Should You Be?'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-113977952697484776</id><published>2006-02-12T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:25:26.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message In A Bottle ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Overseas and coast to coast ... From east to west ... From south to north ... Through the waves ... Through the storms ... Struggling for life ... Then finally reach your shore ...To be held up by your own hands ... to be read by your own heart ... to let go deep within you ... till you believe it's true ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a million of words that can say how bad we can feel ... A million of words that can describe how our hearts keep falling ...  A million of words that can show the darkness we fear ... each cry and each tear ...A million of words that can tell how we feel the end is near ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't gonna write them ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All This ... The world which seem to be falling around us ... all this comes to end ... just WHEN WE BELIEVE ...&lt;br /&gt;Believe what? Believe this ...&lt;br /&gt; "WHAT'S INSIDE YOU IS STRONGER THAN ANY SPELL ... STRONGER THAN ANY ODD"&lt;br /&gt;It's true ... each one of us have the strength inside to defeat all odds that hold us back ... any rocks that seem to keep us from going forward ... It won't help us in anyway if we closed on ourselves keeping sadness and all bad feelings to be our only companion ... What happened had happened ... And nothing we can do to prevent fate to take place ... nothing we can do to change the PAST but we can dream TOMORROW ... all we can do is to believe it's the good for us ... to look forward to what's to come ... to hope .. to wish .. to believe .. to have faith .. if we learned how to believe ... how to believe endlessly ... how when anything happens we just remember the word "Fate" even if it was the hardest thing ever ... even if we lost the most precious in our lives ... we will find happiness somehow ... when we believe that Allah will make it up for us ...We just have to BELIEVE ... Because it's our only way out ...           "Dead hearts are not those ones who stopped BEATING but those ones who stopped BELIEVING" ...   So ..Don't ever let go your heart ... Don't ever let go your faith ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-113977952697484776?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/113977952697484776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=113977952697484776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/113977952697484776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/113977952697484776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/02/message-in-bottle.html' title='A Message In A Bottle ...'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-113891583111755944</id><published>2006-02-02T23:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:30:31.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are a Peacemaker Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Peacemaker Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/peacemaker-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit.&lt;br /&gt;You're always dimplomatic and able to give good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-113891583111755944?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/113891583111755944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=113891583111755944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/113891583111755944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/113891583111755944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-peacemaker-soul.html' title='You Are a Peacemaker Soul'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14529093.post-112147180432576835</id><published>2005-07-16T12:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:56:44.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Affected</title><content type='html'>There is a strange thing in me which is that I am Greatly affected by every person and i mean it every person passes by my life whether positevely or negatively, whether that person is intensionally affecting me or (s)he has nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I tried a lot to analyze the reason behind it but i failed.One reason that i thought of is that either my tendency to try new things, new habits or even learn especially new things. Second is that my character(s) :P (as I am a Gemini wala fa7'r :)))) ) have lots of interests so i am attracted to those people who get things inside me that i am not aware of their existence. a Third Reason may be that these things I used to do in the pasts and they just awakned them and let them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Don't say that there is no problem in this. No there are great problems. First is sometimes I feel that i am immitating because the idea was not in my mind at the time of speaking, Second i feel that i am like a child who is always attracted with Colors and Strange things and that i am immature :((((&lt;br /&gt;      That was not the post I wished to be my First in this Blog, But it's been a long time since i decided to begin a blog and everytime i feel that is not a good openeing so this time I said i will begin to matter how bad the Openeing is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14529093-112147180432576835?l=folla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/feeds/112147180432576835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14529093&amp;postID=112147180432576835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/112147180432576835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14529093/posts/default/112147180432576835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://folla.blogspot.com/2005/07/always-affected.html' title='Always Affected'/><author><name>Colourless_Turtle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770226187838984980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4iHp_4B5utc/SZgskRV2wQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eAE_vs62GJw/S220/For-ASmaa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
