الجمعة، يونيو 13، 2008

The flickr tag..




Rules:

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

الأحد، يونيو 08، 2008

Phases of me

When I was young, my mother told me “don’t keep what you won’t use again”.
I used to be a very un-organized kid. E7m :$ I believe I am still so… bas anyhow.. ever since then, I liked the attitude of throwing things I won’t use. And it worked.
Every time I felt low, I opened my cupboard and throw things away.

But the habit evolved, and I no longer get rid of things -only-, but get rid of emails, clothes, feelings, memories sometimes -as well-.

Nonetheless, there came my dilemma. I forget things very easily, and so I get rid of stuff I could use later on, but alas.. when "later on" comes, I would have already got rid of things!

Now every month I got to suffer the same trouble at work. Searching for emails I have already deleted by mistake, in my monthly throwing away phase :D

She got to admit

She amazes me every time I find this look in her eyes, and I wonder why she wishes that hard to make us friends.
Competitive she is. But I would never give her the chance :)
Me and her totally different; Socially, mentally, life style… etc. and its not meant for arrogance, but me and her can never make friends one day.
I tried before once and twice, but its hard to be with someone you don’t feel comfortable with, you feel there is something s/her trying to reach.
Yet what amazes me more her stubbornness to achieve what she wants though she believes as good as I do that me and her = a pathetic relationship.
Yeah yeah! That is pathetic…

May be she thinks I might be her enemy?
I think so sometimes, and this way she tries to turn an enemy into a friend.
But if so, then she got to understand I am not her enemy. I don’t care if she took A, and me straight B’s. in fact, I see me more a B girl than an A one.
Me only a girl who wishes to live her life as simple as that. No big dreams. No complicated wishes. no worries. No envies. No inner wars. No fights for fake lights.


I feel sad for her sometimes. But most of the other times, I wish I could punch her in the face, to let go of all the accumulated feelings towards her, and then she or me can rest in peace forever.

السبت، يونيو 07، 2008

كل يوم على دا الحال

وبترجع روحها لروحها من رنة مفاتيحه وهو بيفتح باب البيت.
دلوقتى -بس- تقدر تقفل عينيها وتنام..

مقامة الأسئلة

لإن مرة زمان إتقال لى "ما تسأليش سؤال ممكن توصلى لطريق إجابته".. ولما سألت عن السؤال اللى من غير جواب إتقال لى "مش لينا خالص.. دا ربنا إختص به نفسه".. ولإنى مؤمنة باللى قال "أكبر منك بيوم يعرف عنك بسنة".. صدقت، وبعدت عن كل الاسئلة..
مافيش سؤال فى الكون مالوش له طرق للمعرفة.. وأنا يا صغيرة، إن كنت مكسلة أو مش فاهمة ولا مستوعبة، مش معناها إن السؤال من غير أجوبة..

ولكن لإن طرق المعرفة، كل طرق المعرفة كانت كتيرة عليا، هجرت طرق الأسئلة، وإختزلت الأجوبة..

غدر عدو أرحم من غدر صديق.. كذلك هى الأسئلة والأجوبة..
الأسئلة علامة إستفهام كبيرة، آخرها طاقة نور وحرية.. يغدر بك سؤال، أرحم من إجابة غبية يقتنع بها صغيرك من غير ما تدى نفسك فرصة تناقشه.. يكبر وهو لاغى من فكره مبدأ الأسئلة.
ولحد دلوقتى بندم كل مرة تعدى عليا من غير ما أسأل "ليه وعشان إيه وإمتى وفين وإزاى؟"..
كل سؤال فى الكون له إجابة.. واللى ما له إجابة ربنا إختص بها نفسه.. لكن كل صغير فى الكون من حقه يسأل كل سؤال فى الكون ويسمع إجاباته الممكنة.

ماتحرموش ولادكم من الأسئلة..

الخميس، يونيو 05، 2008

Blessed (‘’,)





More and more, I turn into a less talkative person. Words loses its meaning, when you have a lot to say. That’s true. Especially when you begin to listen more than you talk. You find that talking is an arrogant habit.
People show off with words..

Lately I feel, I’m more “motasal7a m3 nafsi”..

And on top of the world..

الثلاثاء، يونيو 03، 2008

سفر الرحيل

من أكثر الحالات المُحزِنة فى هذا العالم
"محل مهجور"