tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45250609463020896622024-03-13T09:40:12.617+02:00Thoughts"Don't read too deeply into the things I say. You might drown."Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-24374659502007234102012-07-14T13:11:00.002+02:002012-07-14T13:55:21.856+02:00Writing: #1 Intro
"There's a huge difference between wanting to be a writer and writing. The first is your own self reward, while the second is the work you do to get the reward."
~ Quoted from a movie, "Shortcut to happiness"
I've been writing a lot. in my head. Have you read any? off course not, I haven't either!
Anyway, this post has come in the right time in so many ways. Because...
This is the post #Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-63666540927309256452011-12-26T02:10:00.002+02:002011-12-26T16:18:18.845+02:00My 2011 in briefJanuary, my heart became harder and tougher than ever before. It surprised me, I never knew myself to be that strong. But later, I've discovered a part of me that is capable of doing nothing at all for a long period of time, and it can do that very easily!
February, is my month of every year. I love that month, it comes with happiness and excitement. And specially on this year's February, ISalmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-13921663639837008842011-11-25T05:13:00.000+02:002011-11-25T05:13:01.826+02:00I apologizeI'm really sorry, that I don't come here too often. But I'm there all the time. And it's nice there and a little easier...(sorry, dear blog!)
But here's something...This is the post #98. Which means that what's between me and the 100th post is an only one. And the number100 is special, and I plan to make it really special. Wait for it!
Till then, just catch me there. You'll like Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-2295787966936575502011-10-16T05:11:00.002+02:002011-11-15T03:03:30.443+02:00Beyond imagination
I'm wearing a white long fluffy dress. My hair is wavy and brown; it's not long and not too short either, and I'm crowned by a crown made of white roses. I'm in my best shapes and I'm 30 years old. I'm lying on a hammock, that long piece of strong cloth tied between two trees so that it swings, and I can feel the air breeze passing me by smoothly and it smells beautiful, like all the fruits' Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-35564928592607329602011-09-26T03:59:00.001+02:002011-09-26T12:23:43.957+02:00Written long before…
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ove is a mystery that no one could ever solve no matter how hard they tried or dedicated their lives for solving it. Some say love takes only one sight to happen, and they call it the first sight. Others say it needs a lifetime to flourish; that that first sight is not enough to make a love last. They are both right, I say. That doesn't solve the mystery of love; it just gives a Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-83596143716997911002011-09-14T00:08:00.000+02:002013-04-06T15:31:07.588+02:00Confessions of a protected heart
Unlike all girls I know, and even those who I don't, I have this dream of marrying a man who I never knew before. And if I would know him, then I would only know him because he asked to marry me. Yes this is my dream, since I was a little girl; and my opinion whenever anyone asks for it. It has always made me feel strong; it made me feel good and wise. And as I got older my dream got even Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-35830577283873165382011-09-12T05:35:00.002+02:002011-09-12T05:47:18.033+02:00Race
A race that is all made up by my mind, and thus it doesn't resemble any of the races you had ever known because simply it's a race that doesn't match any of the races' rules.
The race's participants are us, some friends and I.
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It's a race. And we're all in it together. The road on Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-46667269286773824932011-07-09T01:16:00.004+02:002011-07-09T01:16:40.324+02:00I can't remember what I came here to say, but I know I needed to say something that matters. It'll never come back as it was before. And what's gone can never come back. But I miss it so much! I miss how I was when it was there all around me. I miss that feeling of knowing what has to be done. And it's a state that I've never been through. It got worse though it should have been getting better. Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-76619728870460355332011-06-08T21:32:00.001+02:002011-06-08T21:32:50.698+02:00Life
A conversation that I had with Life:
Me: I hate you and I don't want to live you anymore!Life: Stop trying to get upset and ignore me. You never succeed!Me: Well, this time I have to because I'm totally fed up of you and all the people who live you.Life: Okay, besides the people part, that thing I can't help with. I'll only defend myself! Tell me only one good reason to Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-61326476335568681072011-06-05T15:13:00.001+02:002011-06-05T15:15:54.193+02:00I'll be there, I promise
I met her on a very tiring day. It was too sunny and hot and I wasn't ever in a mood to start any conversation with anyone. She was lost and she needed some answers to questions on her mind. I was there and she started talking and talking. I had to help and answer her. And ever since that day I felt responsible for her and she's responsible for me.
She turned out to be the friend I dream of. Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-87524710296736533092011-05-24T07:12:00.001+02:002011-05-24T14:46:24.617+02:00Stuck
Yesterday, I took my car and kept driving. I drove into places I've never been to before. I wanted to do something reckless, have a new experience, know more places and just drive aimlessly. And I did, I kept driving into the most unexpected areas never expecting what to find. Till I reached a dead-end; I no longer then could move forward or even backward, and it was too narrow to make a turn.Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-9291455778661972432011-05-20T23:23:00.000+02:002011-05-20T23:23:27.334+02:00He
He came to mess our lives up and down, change them and rearrange them. He came to spot a light on what should be right. He came to tell us how to dream high, look up to the sky and say the moon is meant to be ours. All he had was something in his smile, his words and voice. He also had a brain that thinks in all the things of life. He taught us one thing, in together we should be, for togetherSalmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-10088946851444334512011-05-11T03:35:00.000+02:002011-05-11T03:35:18.827+02:00Couldn't find a nameI'm over the moon.. For I think I got it all.
I'm over the moon.. But earth keeps calling.
It doesn't seem right, and not wrong too.
Is it Perfect?!?!
I tell things that when others know they abandon their minds' peace.
Then should I be proud or should I doubt?
Is it the truth being told in the face? A hard reality to embrace?
Or is it just a talk being told to hurt and damage?
Then doSalmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-46489104624591714102011-05-10T02:09:00.001+02:002011-05-10T02:11:29.984+02:00Trick or Treat
On a night so cold,I felt alone; missing or maybe missed.Getting ready to weep like a kid,as I got nothing in my head.
There came a word, that took my breath bit by bit.I thought of every possible meaning it hid.But I got the courage to respond,though all the thoughts that lit.
It started fine though I didn't get it right.Then another word opened my heart wide.Strange as I felt, I gotSalmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-29516136662798028912011-05-02T23:38:00.001+02:002011-05-02T23:47:41.477+02:00Restless heartWhen there's this urge to write but words are not found.
It's like the words refuse to be let out.
Or is it my heart that has captivated my tongue and mind.
Maybe because it's confused with those too many emotions around.
And maybe it's my mind that has taken all the words left out.
To try to understand the barrier that has been built inside.
But I try as I might.
And I find some guideSalmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-23294607354557491612011-04-24T14:34:00.000+02:002011-04-24T14:34:26.247+02:00Is it an illusion?
When I look into your eyes I could hear nothing! Your eyes don't speak to me! And if they do, I don't get what they say! This tells me that I'm not the one who's meant to get what your eyes say!
Everything was perfect, except for those awkward moments when you don't get what I say? and I don't know how to explain or if I have to! The awkward moments when I feel like I really need to understand Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-58775345600173757922011-04-20T02:16:00.000+02:002011-04-20T02:16:37.827+02:00Something to sayThis week was the weirdest week ever! It still hasn't ended yet, but everything was just going in the wrong direction. Until today and everything is just starting to get back on track. I had many thoughts and here I'll lay them.
It was all messed up. There was a delay, there was a life to worry about, there was a fear un-handled. But everything went gently greatly. Yes it didn't satisfy me Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-2819662532049645882011-04-19T23:55:00.002+02:002011-06-02T18:28:29.591+02:00To a never-to-forget...I'll miss the messages!
I'll miss the ways we study together!
I'll miss picking you up!
I'll miss the breaks between the lectures!
I'll miss "El-genaina" and the wonderful people I meet there!
I'll miss the loud laughs!
I'll miss the way we always bother each other with our silly attitudes!
I'll miss our talks specially when the talks had some philosophy to explain!
I'll miss the hours when we Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-12637545919314635802011-04-11T13:38:00.000+02:002011-04-11T13:38:28.224+02:00ConflictsWhen the time comes to walk away you find yourself attached with every way there is and you can't move no matter how hard you tried. And other times when you feel like you really want to stay and you miss the place you find yourself pushed away with every mean, nothing moves you to stay and everything else just grabs you away.
There are things that you can never trust anyone to share Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-4144993661495798982011-03-28T14:06:00.000+02:002011-03-28T14:06:33.673+02:00Back to the future
One day I was sitting in the garden alone enjoying my time, listening to music and watching people as they walk and talk. Then out of no where I got distracted by a girl who came to sit beside me and kept looking at me as if she's waiting for me to speak with her. She was a very beautiful, pure and innocent young girl; somehow her look reminded me of myself many years ago. So I asked how she is Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-13549993822940186072011-03-26T14:22:00.001+02:002011-03-26T16:39:24.361+02:00Mixed up
ForgottenSomething is wrong. Something isn't in its right place. Something is lost. Something is forgotten. Something is definition-less. It's like it has been a phase in life that has ended suddenly and another total different phase has started at once. It's like I badly want to go back to that phase that has ended although I'm now back to an older phase that I had thought I had Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-55926285577904119402011-03-20T23:23:00.004+02:002011-03-21T15:03:38.783+02:00Action, Reaction and ExpectationLet's talk about this whole process of actions and reactions. I wonder if there's a model for this process to judge upon. But here's how I see it.
Yep, I'm an engineer!
You do an action, that's the input. Then something happens according to this action, something that you have no control upon. But before you input the action you also set an expectation for what the action would lead to. The Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-90603165264352107122011-03-19T01:30:00.000+02:002011-03-19T01:30:35.532+02:00Silence
There was something that bothered him. And he couldn't let it go easily. So when the time has come for them to meet he kept a silence. He only asked one question for which he got an answer, a non satisfying answer it was but he listened to it and stayed silent. And she knew there was something wrong. She expected him to be not okay, she just couldn't guess what would his reaction be. She knew Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-46098424391782084232011-03-15T00:53:00.000+02:002011-03-15T00:53:09.734+02:00Scars. Or let's say a wrong condition.I had many, so many thoughts to speak about. Then something happened blocked every thought I was having. Things like these always happen to blow my mood off, then things get back to normal again waiting me to go normal back too. But I never do; it's never this easy!
I wonder how they manage it. How they manage to scream at one another this loud and carry this much hatred and frustration from oneSalmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525060946302089662.post-66804933234942922252011-03-13T22:55:00.000+02:002011-03-13T22:55:53.979+02:00Music of my heart
"Music is like a drug. It goes through your veins and straight to your heart. It can make you laugh, cry, smile & think."
Sitting here alone listening to music, enjoying the cool breeze that hits my cheeks and flies my scarf on my face and looking at you as you're Salmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607513282393279245noreply@blogger.com0