<?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-7294187230489837851</id><updated>2012-01-13T04:10:33.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Point of View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-327512534214364999</id><published>2010-04-09T22:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:03:20.619+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;I confess: I don't say "Thank You" enough to people who do good to me. I don't care genuinely about people most of the time they tell me their problems. I do not care for a lot of noble causes I should care for. I let people down most of the time. I rarely express my true feelings about someone to this one (good or bad feelings alike). I let people get on my nerves. I cry almost every night before I sleep even if for 10 seconds at least. I make wrong choices every week at least one. I envy most of the people for what they have. I always want what I don't and CAN'T have. I love the wrong girl every time, and I can't and don't want to stop doing this. I let people get me down, and sometimes push me down. I never fight back, because I am very lazy to do so. I always draw my own road, and sometimes I know it's the wrong one. I hold a lot of people responsible for what is happening to me. I have hatred for myself filling all my heart that it sometimes comes out hurting other people. I have many acquaintances, very few True Friends. I lie at myself and others all the time. I know that I lost control over myself long time ago. I use others portraits and templates so I look normal to people. I lost my true identity long time ago. I KNOW that whatever said, whoever said it, however s/he said it, NO ONE understands a simple portion of my personality and needs. and that's killing me. I really become pure happy when people get married and there is this ONE true second that I realize that these people sitting on the (kosha) together chose each other to continue living together forever.  Tarek Mohamed El-Tabey. April 9th, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294187230489837851-327512534214364999?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/327512534214364999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=327512534214364999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/327512534214364999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/327512534214364999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2010/04/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-6883050124760076997</id><published>2009-01-18T23:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:49:19.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ههههههههههههههههه</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;أجلس الآن بعدما أنهيت مناقشة هيكل تنظيمي..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ايه هو الهيكل التنظيمي ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ده بقى اللى بقول مين هيبقى فين وهيعمل ايه ومين اللى فوقيه ومين اللى تحتيه،&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ومين اللى هيزن عليه ليل نهار عشان الشغل يخلص والزنّ ده هيتمّ ازاى بالظبط..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;برتب حياة الناس وحياتى مش مترتبة...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;حاسس انى بصحى كل يوم بالليل وبنام الصبح مع انى ببقى صاحى الظهر ونايم العشاء...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;محدش فاهمني وانا فاهم نفسي بس مش عارف نفسي والكل عارفني.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;عايز أنجح واركز فى المستقبل الاقى الماضي بيجرى ورايا وبيساعدني على الفشل&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;..بفكر أحب الاقى تجاربي الفاشلة بتقول لى..حب ايه اللى انت جاى تقول عليه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ههههههههههههه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;انا ممكن فى يوم من الايام دماغى تتظبط ولا هتفضل كده عالطول &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;كنت زمان بضحك على نفسي وبقول انا عندى صوت داخلى عالى حبتين &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;انا دلوقتى بقولها وش انا مش عايش لوحدى زى ماالناس فاكرة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;انا بوصل لمراحل انى لازم ازعق لنفسي عشان ابطل تفكير&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;بفكر الاتوبيس ليه ماشي ليه بيقف ازاى التباع هيلم الفلوس والمفروض يلمها ازاى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ساعات بحس انى سواق التاكسي وساعات سواق الميكروباص&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ساعات بحس انى موجود وساعات تانية موجود بس مش عايش&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;بكتب ليه مش عارف...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;احتمال عشان فاضى او مخنوق او بدون اى سبب على الاطلاق.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;هو ممكن اصلا تبقى فى حاجة بدون سبب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ماظنش هل انت تظن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;يعنى ايه تظن ليه متعرفش &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;انت ليه دايما بتقول أظن ليه ماتقولش اه أو لا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ليه عايش فى المنطقة الرمادي دائما&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ايه اللى جابك فى المنطقة الرمادي اصلا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;جربت الاسود وجربت الابيض&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;وماجربتش الارزرق وانت فى البحر ولا ايه؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;البحر جامد فى الصيف والشتاء بس لو انت فى الشرم وكنت قاعد جنب البحر زى مانا كنت قاعد&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;كان البحر بيكلمك وانت بتكلمه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;طارق انت عارف انك بتقول ان البحر بيكلمك هو البحر بيتكلم اصلا&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ولا انت بتشتغل نفسك&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;وننتهى بقول الحكيم سيف الاسلام: الحياة اشتغالات&lt;/span&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/7294187230489837851-6883050124760076997?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/6883050124760076997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=6883050124760076997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6883050124760076997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6883050124760076997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='ههههههههههههههههه'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-6540149343434484935</id><published>2008-11-01T20:35:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:41:34.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of Falling 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now after taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-part-of-falling-1.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THAT Pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; we have to reconsider what we are in, Dirt from falling ( a whole bunch of negative emotions), Hurt (sometimes we may fall due to bad people who we thought they were good and we mistake them)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;but any way i just want to focus that the scene is a little bit nasty.. every one may even look at us as we are pathetic and losers, and we are starting to look ourselves into this way..that is Fe3lan A Fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But as long as you are imagining this with me, try to imagine the light from far away, the light of dawn that comes right after the darkest hour of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try to imagine Standing Up.. cleaning up the dirt.. healing the wounds.. and Start Over Again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;whether  you like it or not, life DOES NOT stop, no one will wait for you, yes may be some honest and devoted friends will just wait for you to call them (while they are advancing in their own life) and tell them to come and Help You Up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you know what do I think?, You are Already strong enough to left your self up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you already know what was before you (the events that brought you here), you already know where are you now, all you have to do is to come up with brilliant ideas of how you can move Forward, come up with a plan of you life ahead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;see if you got things wrong before because of something you should have done and you didn't, now see what is Missing? and Add it with you, you didn't know where to go before?, Ok i think this is a good chance for you to Decide where do you want to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A clear, new and perfect chance of starting over has been giving to you.. start benefitting of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;That is the best part, Rising Up Again.. proving to all after yourself that you are not a failure, not a loser and most importantly......That YOU are NOT a Quitter, or else you would be lying on the ground waiting to Die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just prove that you are a human, that gets hurt, gets tired and gets fed up of everything..but.. no regrets for the past, no complaints about the present and NO MORE DELAYS for the bright future that awaits for you.&lt;/span&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/7294187230489837851-6540149343434484935?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/6540149343434484935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=6540149343434484935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6540149343434484935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6540149343434484935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-part-of-falling-2.html' title='The best part of Falling 2'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-7811155550632449044</id><published>2008-11-01T19:51:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:42:06.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of Falling 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I knew recently that most people do not know how to fall right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I mean Falling it self is a very beautiful experience where you can actually just sit down on the ground and just.......wonder, wonder "what happened?", wonder "how foolish was I" and wonder the most important insight ever "What Brought Me Here??" ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Yes, you are here for a continuous chain of events, absolutely perfectly organized (some times in chaotic order but still in one pattern) just events were done to get you Just Right Where you are NOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Once you get this in mind, a privilege is given to you, a privilege of a Pause.. you are now entitled for a little pause in your life to consider all the data has been given to you and reprocess them very carefully, after all these events got you here, you have to give them some credits..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Now here comes the dilemma, some people just think that since they Fell they have the privilege of staying down and weeping all day long about how their clothes has gotten dirty and how they are hurt of falling and now we can just stay down and Cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Absolutely foolishness to think of that.. the dilemma is that some people here (after taking the right amount of Pause thinking of that chain of events) some people just are in a cross road, they can think that they can just sit down and cry to death.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;OR they can SEE and Feel  the "the best part of falling"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;now here comes the very logical question..tarek we all been there before and fell down before now we know what are you talking about except"what the hell is that best part of falling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;falling is even bad event so there are no Good things in falling, how possibly that a fall can have Best part?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and the answer of this questions regretfully cannot be understood with a thinking like that so first i have to answer a better question.. "what is a Pause and how we could benefit from it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Remember the privilege ? remember why we have to reprocess the events that lead you to this fall, because actually that events was chosen and done by YOU.. you could have chosen a different path where possibly (Allah only knows) had no falls in it, but yet you have chosen this exact path which eventually lead you to a FALL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;So are you mistaken? are you wrong? Actually quite the opposite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;YOU couldn't have possibly chosen a better path, why do I always say "live life with no regrets"because logically at the time of you making the decision in every single event that happened in the past, you simply have chosen the Perfect Decision in you point of view back then, For Ex. if you are passing the street, do you imagine that you will wait till you find a good spot to pass or  you will pas while cars are going fast so you can get hit, no you waited and crossed safely, same (but of course little more complicated)goes for your rest of decisions.. You with your knowledge back then, with experience and though did what you best could do, but after all you are more aware now, and you have to take the responsibility for all of you actions and decisions in these past events that lead you here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you have to sit down and think of that and what else you could choose or may be you just neglected you feeling little bit and you knew that there is better decision but you choose something else.. All is matter is that you have the privilege now not to sit down and cry, no but to think of what brought you here, what path you have taken and to NOT punish yourself for falling.."ما أخطأك لم يكن ليصيبك و ما اصابك لم يكن ليخطئك".. that's the rule..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;saying that, I also have to say that both the Pause and the Privilege has limited time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;so you really need to be quick and focus on seeing "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-part-of-falling-2.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;the best part of falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"..&lt;/span&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/7294187230489837851-7811155550632449044?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/7811155550632449044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=7811155550632449044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7811155550632449044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7811155550632449044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-part-of-falling-1.html' title='The best part of Falling 1'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-4491892039206563352</id><published>2008-10-29T12:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:00:07.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sense of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SQhPu-MwC2I/AAAAAAAAABg/4X5_WNjciXM/s1600-h/832672_48667466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SQhPu-MwC2I/AAAAAAAAABg/4X5_WNjciXM/s200/832672_48667466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262543832971479906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It feels kinda good when you are not skipping your job to stay at home.. No, actually you have days off and you enjoy them staying at home playing your favorite games, eating your favorite foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No studying or exams nearby to disturb each and every minute of your life, No BiG responsibilities yet except for yourself not any one else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Recently after the Post "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-solo.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Playing Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;" I decided something, I kinda know that I may contradict with my self and do otherwise later, but i decided to limit my life circles alittle, or to limit my focus groups... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1-Career: that's what I do now, what I will do and what will help me in both (courses, skills....etc).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2-Tarek as a life: trying new stuff (for example every one said that costa better than cilantro, now i can really enjoy talking about both cuz I ACTUALLY went to both) before i was just listening and telling my self u can contribute in this conversation...By the way costa cappucino isn't that good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YES I will go out, I will spend all of my salary, I will try to be diffrent in some aspects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ALL of that, this decision this new .....LIFE.....makes me feel happy, makes me feel delighted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This makes me feel Free....we 3ala ra2y 3ammena William Wallas.. FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOM... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7294187230489837851-4491892039206563352?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/4491892039206563352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=4491892039206563352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/4491892039206563352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/4491892039206563352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-sense-of-happiness.html' title='Another sense of happiness'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SQhPu-MwC2I/AAAAAAAAABg/4X5_WNjciXM/s72-c/832672_48667466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-1828005408603893318</id><published>2008-10-16T01:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:25:43.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فى محاولتى الدائمة لمعرفة ما اريده بالتحديد.. شعرت برغبة قوية فى الخروج..الخروج من اين من المدينة المليئة بالأفكار المتناقضة والاراء المتعارضة. المليئة بالقرارات المتسرعة والاختيارات المتعددة ..أريد أن أخرج من راسي ومن تفكيري ...&lt;br /&gt;لقد نجحت فى السنين الماضية فى تكوين طارق التابعي خارجيا اما بالنسبة للداخل فهو كالكائن المشوه الذى لم تظهر ملامحه بعد اما بسبب تشويه حدث له من قبل او ببساطه بسبب انه ليس جاهز لان يكون كاملا بعد...&lt;br /&gt;لقد نجحت فى تكوين اكثر من دور العبه..فانا العب دور الضعيف المحتاج لشخص يحكي له عن الامه واماله...همومه وافراحه...وفى نفس الوقت دور القوي الوحيد المعتمد على نفسه الغير راغب فى مساعدة الاخرين له والذي يبعدهم عنه بملء ارادته...&lt;br /&gt;اريد الخروج والتفكير من بعد آخر ...بُعدٌ لا ارى فيه نتائج تفكيرى بُعٌد اتصرف فيه بعفوية بريئة...&lt;br /&gt;اريد الا اكون هنا....أريد ان اشعر بفرحي وحزنى .. اريد ان اتنفس واحس بالحياة...&lt;br /&gt;اريد الااقلق بعد الان..........&lt;br /&gt;اشعر دائما عندما ادرك مااريد انى اطلب ابسط الاشياء فلم اطلب ابدا شيئا مستحيلا او صعبا اوكثيرا دائما ارضى بالقليل....فهل ماأطلبه كثير هذه المرة اعتقد انه بسيط نسبيا ولكن فى حين الوقت صعب التحقيق.......&lt;br /&gt;اريد ان اكون انا...اريد ان اكون انا ولو للحظات فأتذوق معنى الهويّة واتذوق معنى الحياة واتذوق معنى من انا....&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/7294187230489837851-1828005408603893318?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/1828005408603893318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=1828005408603893318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/1828005408603893318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/1828005408603893318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-go-out.html' title='let&apos;s go OUT'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-7379527952149057951</id><published>2008-10-16T00:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:15:55.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Solo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey, my name is Tarek Mohamed E-Tabey, was born in imbaba, raised in Sharm el-Shiekh..&lt;div&gt;I used to be the first on class (alone) till someone said once that you only get high grades cuz ur mother working in the same school... Now That pissed me off, I focused my mind else where other than getting high grades and i wanted to achieve some reputation as a COOL guy in prep school...task done (alone)... high school came wanted to experience love and other stuff, been there tried that.. the thing is I DID ALL THAT ALONE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4our damn years in university alone, sick, hungry thirst whatever alone no one to care no one to ask. and I hell yeah graduated good grads all alone....no body alive helped me, all this time Allah was watching over me, then the lost souls of my ever-changing personality and then ME, alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U see?I Actually get things done when i'm all alone,,,then let it fu**en be,,from here F**en on, i will work solo, achieving dreams for me, reaching greatness for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; sharing life? sorry not available at the moment, Tarek El-Tabey shall rise again above the insufferable pains of love and hate and these weak bonds that ties every one togeather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294187230489837851-7379527952149057951?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/7379527952149057951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=7379527952149057951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7379527952149057951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7379527952149057951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-solo.html' title='Playing Solo!!!!'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-5661045690103095936</id><published>2008-10-15T23:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:02:14.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Girls Allowed</title><content type='html'>you know what i hate most, when i NEED some one it's the straight exact meaning  for the word (WEAK) i hate being weak.&lt;div&gt;I mean i walk in streets or in work i find girls and say, tarek eventually u're going to get married u're muslim youngman after all, so aren't u going to look for some one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okey start searching, now how would u like ur future wife to be like? oh damn like i have nothing to do except thinking of that,,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do u have any idea what i shall do now in my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should Study HR, i should read more and educate my self, i should focus on my job, i should damn get back to how i was when i started the way of allah....AND here i am still thinking of girls..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what i hate about love, it's so.......ATTACHING me to someone else, i mean yeah it's good and romantic and so, but it's kinda hard and heart breaking thing, so i've just came up my mind, yeah tha's me fast and irrational decisions,,,,FROM HERE ON I WILL PLAY SOLO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294187230489837851-5661045690103095936?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/5661045690103095936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=5661045690103095936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/5661045690103095936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/5661045690103095936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-girls-allowed.html' title='No Girls Allowed'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-7571111658561095056</id><published>2008-09-17T02:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:31:28.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid 2 Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;Now, since I finally graduated I'm facing tremendous decisions to take, some of them are crucial and others are day-to-day ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;-Wants to get a job, what job, where and when, how much is the salary, good environment or not? For one like methe problem that I like every thing and I can cope with anything, most pple see that as an advantage, but here comes the main problem, I'm AFRAID TO LOSE, to lose what? every thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;I'm afraid that I accept a job and do very good at it but then I lose my control over my goals because it doesn't cope with my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;-Wants to marry? REALLY??!!! Yeah, after all I'm a muslim youngman, right? it's been four years since I've trully and ACTUALLY been in love with someone from the opposite sex, and I guess this is the right time to handle such thing,but here it comes the main prob. Afraid to lose control, I love waking up in the morning don't have anything to decide, Speaking about marriage means speaking for choosing the perfect one for you, and WOW if u found her, afraid to approach afraid to lose if she was a colleague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;You're even afraid that you may not be ready for such decision...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;What is the solution????????????????!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 18px;"&gt;TRY TO GET RID OF YOUR FEARS AND BREAK THROUGH THEM, and pray to Allah subhanahu wata3alla to make your decisions right and good...&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/7294187230489837851-7571111658561095056?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/7571111658561095056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=7571111658561095056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7571111658561095056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7571111658561095056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/09/afraid-2-lose.html' title='Afraid 2 Lose'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-4615289255332757903</id><published>2008-09-09T12:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:11:26.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;الموضوع بدأ من ساعة ماكنت فى منطقة التجنيد بالزقازيق وفى راجل رتبة بس معرفش ايه بيكلمنا عن شوية اجراءات وبتاع وبيحذر من ان لما عسكري يجى مثلا يقولنا وسعو مش المفروض نعمل كان العسكرى عنده جرب عشان -اقتبس- :"دى البدلة دى ((شرف))" عايز اقولكو انا معرفش عن اللى حواليا بس انا ارتجفت لما قال كده، الراجل قالها بثقة لامتناهية.. ومن ساعتها ركزت اوى فى الكود المكتوب فى كل حتة هناك (الواجب-الشرف-الأمانة)فعلا لقيت انهم اختارو 3 قيم ممكن فعلا الواحد يمحور حياته حواليهم بصراحه انا لحد دلوقتى مفكرتش غير فى القيم دى كقيم عند اتخاذ القرارات المناسبة للافعال المناسبة.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;لقيت ان مثلا الواجب ده بنشوف بيه اللى -المفروض او لازم- يتعمل ودى شوية فيها كفاءة مش فاعلية بس عادي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;الشرف فيه الفخر والثقة وحب اللى احنا بنعمله بعد ماتاكدنا انه اكتر شئ صحيح وواجب عمله دلوقتى&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;الأمانه بالنسبة لى هى الاتقان هى مراقبة الله فى العمل هى عدم التهاون والحرص ان العمل يتم بأحسن صورة ممكنة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;وانا الحمد لله بقى فاتنى شرف الانضمام للقوات المصرية المسلحة وفاتنى الاستمتاع بالتطبيق العملي للقيم والمبادئ دى بس ان شاء الله احاول امشي بيها فى الحياة العملية بالاختيار مش بالغصب......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;شكرا لكل اللى دعولى واتمنو لى الخير وبرضه للى معملش كده...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;جزاكم الله خيرا وبحبكم فى الله&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7294187230489837851-4615289255332757903?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/4615289255332757903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=4615289255332757903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/4615289255332757903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/4615289255332757903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/09/code.html' title='The Code'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-3727627288260875905</id><published>2008-09-02T16:19:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:02:39.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of the Masks (intro)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SL1TER9cvgI/AAAAAAAAABA/GQlBhcq09G0/s1600-h/istockphoto_3788937_theatre_masks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241436874334846466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SL1TER9cvgI/AAAAAAAAABA/GQlBhcq09G0/s200/istockphoto_3788937_theatre_masks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;الصورة دى ممكن تكون بتفكر ناس كتيرة بالمسرح,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;بس انا &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;div style="DISPLAY: inline! important; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;عمرى ماقتنعت بكده, دائما مقتنع &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;div style="DISPLAY: inline! important; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;انها بتم&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; &lt;div style="DISPLAY: inline! important; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ثل الحياة..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ممكن المعنيين صح...فى الاول والاخر الحياة الا مسرح كبير..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;مرة حزن وبكاء ومرة تانية فرح وسعادة..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;بس فى اكتر من كده كمان فى الحياة..فى سؤال..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;انا مين؟ هو انا انا عشان بقول على نفسي انى انا؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ولا انا اللى بظهر للناس انه انا؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;انا مين؟ انا ملامح وجهى؟ ولا صوتى؟ ولا نظرتى للناس؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;انا مين؟ انا احلامى ولا امالى ولا اللى انا بقرره لنفسي؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;مرة واحد كان بيعطى دورة تدريبية انا فيها سألنى انت عندك كام سنة, قلت له 18,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;قال للناس كلهم اهو ده محتاج 18 سنة كمان عشان -"فعلًا" يعرف هو مين...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;انا كتبت الموضوع ده عشان بدأت احس بنظرية الاقنعه..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;بالنسبة لى النظرية دى ان الناس فى محاولة بحثهم عن نفسهم بيلبسو الاقنعة دى,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;الاقنعة دى بتبقى فى صور مختلفة منهم قناع دايما يضحك عشان يخبى البكاء اللى جواه&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ممكن واحد منهم بيظهر البلاهه والسذاجه مع انه مش كده خالص &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;وممكن بكل بساطة يبقى قناع جامد مش شرط عكس الشخصية الحقيقية لكن لأسباب ما... هدفه الوحيد يخفى الشخصية الحقيقية عن العيان..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;الاسباب؟؟؟؟؟ كتيرة اوى ومقدرش احصرها &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;وبصراحه انا بحترم الناس اللى لابسه اقنعه دول كفاية لدرجة انى مش عايز ابدأ احلل فى اسبابهم..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;لكن انا ممكن اتكلم عن اسبابى.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;اه ...مانا التانى لابس قناع..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;دمتم فى خير الى ان القاكم بالأسباب&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/7294187230489837851-3727627288260875905?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/3727627288260875905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=3727627288260875905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/3727627288260875905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/3727627288260875905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Theory of the Masks (intro)'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SL1TER9cvgI/AAAAAAAAABA/GQlBhcq09G0/s72-c/istockphoto_3788937_theatre_masks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-6195871869444064413</id><published>2008-06-14T01:46:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T02:50:50.165+03:00</updated><title type='text'>4our Years Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;مضت أربع سنين بهذه السرعه؟مازلت أتذكر نسيم البحر و الهواء الدافئ الجاف والرمال ونظرة أصدقائي ونحن لانقوى على التفكير انا سنترك بعض من أجل جامعه بسبب عدم وجود جامعه فى الشرم..على ما أظن لم نودع بعض, كيف هذا وقد مضت 10 سنين او ماشابه ونحن اصدقاء... لم نودع بعض ولم نحزن كفاية انشغلنا فى حياة الجامعه عسى ان تنسينا فرقة الصحبة فى الثانوية والدليل انى الآن بعد اربع سنين يصيبني الحنين..الحنين للسماء الزرقاء نهاراً والسوداء مضيئة بالنجوم بالليل (اه كنا بنشوف النجوم فى الشرم عشان مفيش عمارات طويلة زى هنا) الحنين للجلوس والتفكر أمام البحر..الحنين لمن فارقتهم وفارقوني..لقد تركنا بعض من أجل الجامعه فلولا عدم وجود جامعه فى الشرم لكنا كلنا لم نرحل عنها الآن ولكن هل هذا يعنى أنى سأعود مرة ثانية..هل هذا يعنى أنهم سيعودون...هل سأجد نفس الرمال عندما أعود هل ستنتظرنى...لقد انغمست فى الجامعه حتى أنسى ماكان فى الشرم لقد بحثت عن شتى أنواع الجمال حتى انسى جمالها..وهل نسيت..وهل وجدت جمالا يزيد عنها..وان وجدت هل أحبتته مثلا ما أحببتها..واذا كان أصل الجمال والحب فى الشرم فماذا كنت فاعل هنا..أخدع نفسي بأوهام وآمال أم هى حقائق لاأستطيع تحقيقها بسبب خوفى وجبني.. ماهى الحياة التى بنيتها هنا .أهى شخصية أخرى تساعدني على الصمود أمام الذكريات المؤلمة اذن فهل هذه شخصيتى أم انتهت مع الاربع سنين..لما لم أودعها عندها لما تركت نفسي أرحل . لكي آتى اليوم وأقول أربع سنين انتهت فما العمل؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟&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/7294187230489837851-6195871869444064413?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-2384826460755218850</id><published>2008-06-04T20:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:21:15.361+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LET GO</title><content type='html'>Some one is holding me very tight, choking me, Ijust can't breathe anymore. I want to talk, express and love I want to regret for the past life for things i've done wrong fro thing i've no done and most important for things i've not said......I would like to go somewhere else I would like to leave, I w ould like to sitdown and SHOUT with all i can and say STOP HURTING INSIDE......what is it that in me, is it a monster or a devil soul....it's just burning and all i feel now is fire eating inside and every thing external happens just add some leaves to this fire,,,, and Here I am living by fire and deriven by fire is that means i'm a demon...............i wanna leave i wanna go.... I have to LET GO !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294187230489837851-2384826460755218850?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/2384826460755218850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=2384826460755218850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/2384826460755218850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/2384826460755218850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-go.html' title='LET GO'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-6665130238642159017</id><published>2008-05-15T01:40:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:57:34.275+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خواطر مصدوم 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ايوه اصل الحوار عجبنى ثانيا كنت دايما احب اشوف فى الجريدة ان الكاتب عامل قصته على أجزاء بس كنت دايما اتخنق منه عشان عارف ان فى ناس ساعات بتوفتهم اعداد وانا بكره اتابع مسلسل وافوتنى حلقة منه...المهم انا وانا بكتب مصدوم دلوقتى قلت ازاى مصدوم وهكتب بعقلى هقولكم.... انا لسه فى فترة الصدمة من الموضوع اياه ( اللى مش هقولكم عليه) واللى من ساعتها عمال اتفكر فى اللى بيحصل لى فى كل خطوة من حياتى....صديقة قريب بتقول لى لازم تعبر عن الغضب والحزن اللى جواك ماينفعش تكبر وتنفض للمشاعر دى والا هتتراكم عندك.... انا موافق، موافق اغضب موافق افتكر الشخص اياه اللى غرس سكين خيانته فى قلبى بعد ماعترف لى بمشاعر واتضح انه كذاب وممكن افتكر نفسي وانا بضيع على نفسي فرص كتير انى الاقى الشخص اللى اكمل معاه طول عمرى وممكن افتكر الصديق اللى مش عارف يبقى صديق واتضايق من مدى الغبااااااااااء اللى اصبح حولى............موافق افتكر آدم ابن اخويا وهو بيضحك.. او وهو بيضربنى ضربة صغيرة على وشي وبعدين ( عشان عارف انه عمل حاجة غلط) يبوسنى مكان ماضربنى.. او وهو بيلعب لوحده ومدى الدروس اللى بيتعلمها من وقعة بسيطة وتشوفوه مدى الحكمة وهو بيدرك....ايوه هى دى المشكلة الادراك انا اقدر ادرك المواضيع ازاى المشكلة عندنا بتكمن دائما هنا انا ممكن افتكر ايه وممكن مافتكرش ايه..انا اللى بحدد انا عايز أحزن ولا مخليش اى حاجة تأثر على سعادتى.. انا اللى ببص على الموضوع زى مانا عايز طبعا بعد معونة من الله وتوفيق عشان ببقى عامل زى العبيط اللى بيتذاكى لو ربنا مش موفقنى..هبطل كلام وممكن انفض للتفكير بس مش هبطل احساس وطول مافى احساس هيبقى فى خواطر......&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/7294187230489837851-6665130238642159017?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/6665130238642159017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=6665130238642159017' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6665130238642159017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6665130238642159017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/05/2.html' title='خواطر مصدوم 2'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-1961022205444942913</id><published>2008-05-12T17:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:31:20.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Easier to Run" By Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's easier to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Replacing this pain with something numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's so much easier to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Than face all this pain here all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And never moving forward so there'd never be a past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could change I would take back the pain I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Retrace every wrong move that I made I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could stand up and take the blame I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could take all the shame to the grave I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could change I would take back the pain I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Retrace every wrong move that I made I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could stand up and take the blame I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would take all my shame to the grave&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/7294187230489837851-1961022205444942913?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/1961022205444942913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=1961022205444942913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/1961022205444942913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/1961022205444942913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/05/easier-to-run.html' title='&quot;Easier to Run&quot; By Linkin Park'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-3000215460837986747</id><published>2008-05-11T23:18:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:01:35.190+03:00</updated><title type='text'>خواطر مصدوم</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;هو انا هبقى بكذب لو قلت انى فاهم الحياة عشان الحياة أثبتت لى مؤخرا انها مليئة بالتعقيدات..من يومين بتبتسم وبتقولى ابتسم اول مابتسمت كشرت فى وشي.......هتقولو ايه اللى انا كاتبه ده؟ ولا عندى اى فكرة.... بس اللى أعرفه واللى اتعلمته من الدروس القاسية بتاعت الحياة انها بتوجع واحسن حل لما تجيلك مشكلة فى الحياة تستنى شوية وتهدا كده وتشرب كوباية نسكافيه باللبن محترمة وتقعد تعيد الامور فى دماغك.. عشان هتلاقى فى جوانب كتيرة اوى فى الموضوع هتلاقى اصحاب بيطعنوك فى ظهرك ولو مش بحاجة تأذيك لكن على الاقل بيخونو سرك ( والدرس هنا انك تختار اللى بتقول له على سرك مش اى واحد يبقى مستعد يحمل سرك يبقى قد المسئولية)هتلاقى ناس افتكرت انك فاهمهم ومشيت على اساس فهمك معاهم تلاقى نفسك بتتخبط فى الحيطة اللى غباءك عملها لما فهمتهم غلط ( وهنا لازم ماتحطش ثوابت للمعلومات اللى انت بتفترضها بما انك بتفترضها) ومن الاخر حاجات تقيلة وكتيرة بس المهم ان صاحبكم اللى دائما عامل نفسه فيلسوف وقع حتة دين وقعه فى ظل افتراضاته الخاطئة المليئة بالنوايا الحسنة... &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/7294187230489837851-3000215460837986747?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/3000215460837986747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=3000215460837986747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/3000215460837986747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/3000215460837986747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='خواطر مصدوم'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-283328601196099154</id><published>2008-04-30T22:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:15:48.688+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments with Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SBjbQLG2wwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h7qZkN9CmSs/s1600-h/LightInDarkness-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195143241077801730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SBjbQLG2wwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h7qZkN9CmSs/s200/LightInDarkness-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SBja2LG2wvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ma2SLGMGLjQ/s1600-h/LightInDarkness-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أجدني أشتاق إلى الظلام و الجلوس فيه وحدي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وألاّ يسمع أحد حزني ولا ألمي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;هادئ صامت يحتضنني أم يعصرني؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فَفِيهِ أتذكرُ كيفَ هو قلبي &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;وكيفَ هي الدنيا بلا دينٍ ولاخُلُقِ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أتذكر الحزن .....وماهو الحزن؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أهو ضيق أم همٌ أم فقط شعورٌ يعذبني؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أهو فراق شخصٍ من أم وجوده في قلبي؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أهو التفكير بتمعنٍ أم عدمُ التفكيرِ في شئِ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أهو حبُ كلُ شخصٍ أم الخوضُ في البُغضِ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أهو حالة بشرية تمضي مع الوقتِ؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أم واجبٌ عليّ ألاّ أدعهُ يأتي؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أنبئني ياقلبي.. ها أنا جالس لك وحدي&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أفلا تـنبّـئني بما يدور في صدري؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أفستتركني وحدي؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لابأسَ إذًا فأنا مع الظلامِ جالسٌ فيهِ وحدي&lt;/strong&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/7294187230489837851-283328601196099154?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/283328601196099154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=283328601196099154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/283328601196099154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/283328601196099154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Moments with Darkness'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/SBjbQLG2wwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/h7qZkN9CmSs/s72-c/LightInDarkness-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-5888211199328719453</id><published>2008-03-12T22:52:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:40:40.881+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah created me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't know what I wanted to write may be because I'm already saying what is deep inside me these days to every one I meet.......but I knew that there is may be some thing or two i forgot to talk about deep inside so I thought that I should share it with u my diary. I'm a Human.......yeah i kinda realised that recently... and I also noticed that i'm Allah's creature....Allah created me, gave me potentials, power, wisdom, skills and built-in guidance system. I always say that Allah granted us with such a powerful tool, a tool is ignored or not being seen as such a useful tool, that tool is the wisdom to know the difference, the difference between good and bad, right and wrong, useful and harmful. Although we may notice that tool, we may confuse while using it cuz we didn't specify and clarify the very basic reference for our lives. For every action in our lives must be refered to the deep values and principles we live for, so in order to have full control that allah granted us we have to: 1- Define who Am I? values and principles. 2- Define what You want? goals, vision and mission. Make THAT your code in life....to achieve THAT goal , to be there in THAT vision walking to there knowing your values and principles not breaking them or avoiding them.....In my Point of View i see it as a recipe for a good life, Why? cuz it's the life u want with out breaking any rules........and what about the problems facing u?......that will be our next discussion so i can find some thing to start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294187230489837851-5888211199328719453?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/5888211199328719453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=5888211199328719453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/5888211199328719453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/5888211199328719453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2008/03/allah-created-me.html' title='Allah created me'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-7220985876455155866</id><published>2007-11-26T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:15:48.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Love WILL Kill You???!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/R0s6t-CMrXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QM8IzhWhFqE/s1600-h/love-wallpaper26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137264361366924658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/R0s6t-CMrXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QM8IzhWhFqE/s200/love-wallpaper26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A long time ago i listened over and over to the song "Too much Love will kill you" by "Queen", the song was beautiful but I think the real reason for me to play it over and over is that I liked the idea that "Queen" is advicing me not to love TOO much and he was alittle bit true, however i disagree with him alot cuz sometimes Too much love is good, and even if it's not so good in some kinda of realtion i don't think that LOVE can kill any body, actually i believe that we LIVE with LOVE, that is what keeps us alive. We may suffer from a bad relation ship, we may suffer from NOT even being in a relation ship, but we can't deny the truth that we enjoyed that chilling feeling of love crawls into our bodies and touches our souls. We may suffer while searching for the right spouse or partner who we should live with to the end of our lives, but we misjudge every time and we find our selves fall in love with the one who don't love us back or with the Wrong one. But still We continue loving we can't just PAUSE the process. it doesn't matter how we know that LOVE hurts or it makes us suffer we always search for it and Show our need to it. Love can't kill us, we live with it, we just need to handle it right, it's so precious and fragile we can't just grant it to any one, we should give our love to the only person who deserves it.&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/7294187230489837851-7220985876455155866?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/7220985876455155866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=7220985876455155866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7220985876455155866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/7220985876455155866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-much-love-will-kill-you.html' title='Too Much Love WILL Kill You???!!!'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_azd8kM717hY/R0s6t-CMrXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QM8IzhWhFqE/s72-c/love-wallpaper26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-6634655524100025071</id><published>2007-10-20T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:26:24.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Know It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;A long time ago when i was on my high school i considered love is just some thing that ends with you hooked up with a beautiful girl, some time later i found out that Love is so complicated and for i'm a person who loves to simplify things i told my self that Love as a feeling have a lot of meanings varies from the one perspective and back ground and how he sees it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt; From these meanings is ofcourse the traditional one: To Love and Be loved, and other is just Love from one side while the otherpart of the realtion is loving someone else, we all know these feelings and most of us have a very good experience with it, but did we try to expand the circle of our love. I mean what if u loved some one but she/he didn't love u back, then shall we return and leave behind? What if she/he needs u as a friend, shall u let them down cuz they didn't love u back? C'mon don't be selfish we are all in this together. Help and u will be helped later. Have the courage to express ur love not by saying the words and fancy songs, but by doing an action, Love the old people in the bus and give them ur seat, love the poor man in the street and share him with ur clothes and food. Love ur friend by helping them in thier Love Life even if u're not in love, Love the people and smile at them even if u weren't happy at the time cuz they will smile back and then just then u can say I'm In Love....that's how i see love, and that's just another point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294187230489837851-6634655524100025071?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/6634655524100025071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=6634655524100025071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6634655524100025071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/6634655524100025071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-we-know-it.html' title='Do We Know It?'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294187230489837851.post-1673423960852917375</id><published>2007-10-19T14:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:25:04.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Correct me if i'm wrong...WE R ALL going to Die eventually...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;so this is relatively short life.. My way of thinking that if we're just spending it enjoying it with all the word selfish means it will end while we didn't find true happiness, i think what makes life really enjoyable and happy is to not see it with the perspective of only "our selves" as we are living alone in it. NO!! we are living with alot of people, the happy and the sad, the poor and the rich, we should always remember that and not take from our lives and don't give.. we should all Give even if we didn't take any thing in advance , it's a perfect joy moment when u give and u don't wait for a return........any way it's " another point of view"&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/7294187230489837851-1673423960852917375?l=serenity8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/feeds/1673423960852917375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7294187230489837851&amp;postID=1673423960852917375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/1673423960852917375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7294187230489837851/posts/default/1673423960852917375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serenity8.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Post!!!!'/><author><name>SERENITY8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202732412307766020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
