<?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-11856111</id><updated>2011-11-27T01:45:49.486+02:00</updated><category term='Tahrir'/><category term='Awalk'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Step'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Funny Thoughts'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Gloomy'/><category term='Alex Again'/><category term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Soul to Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-6538846837055837591</id><published>2010-04-03T21:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:51:35.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/psychic/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7690896"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px; height: 312px;" alt="PSYCHIC" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFm1tVkpBakVoM2hHR0FBNmc1dEMxdXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="PSYCHIC" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/psychic/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7690896"&gt;PSYCHIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't strange?!&lt;br /&gt;When need to talk most&lt;br /&gt;You find your silence&lt;br /&gt;When you needed to spill the worlds&lt;br /&gt;You find it only inside&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't want to go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-6538846837055837591?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6538846837055837591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=6538846837055837591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6538846837055837591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6538846837055837591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2010/04/painful-silence.html' title='Painful Silence'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-4021834566006275775</id><published>2008-09-06T20:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:20:03.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Bad Treatments .. Metro Market Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10Metro-English.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 166px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/10Metro-English.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Upset from last week&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my birthday and Ramadan present just as i was paying the money to the cashier girl Metro Market in Haram.&lt;br /&gt;I just put it down and forgot it due to crowd and also i bought lots of things that day&lt;br /&gt;First there was no one to put the things for us&lt;br /&gt;second Metro's bags are very weak and bad"always refuse to open you've to struggle with it and can't put many things in the bag as it can't handle"&lt;br /&gt;Third i lost it 1st of Ramadan at 5:30 PM when i went to ask for it the supervisor was very rude saying what present bag we don't have any thing and left!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't believe his rudeness&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't believe that some can steel something 1st day of Ramadan and just before eftar!&lt;br /&gt;after that i really decide that unless i can't get my simplest rights and the good treatment i won't buy any thing again from Metro and i send them a complain&lt;br /&gt;At least you could offer a place for bags like Metro in Teriomf for example!&lt;br /&gt;And above all people who treat with customers in a good way!&lt;br /&gt;And goodbye to the family market that we spend lots in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-4021834566006275775?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4021834566006275775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=4021834566006275775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4021834566006275775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4021834566006275775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-bad-treatments-metro-market.html' title='No More Bad Treatments .. Metro Market Stuff'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-4798427399266569306</id><published>2008-02-22T22:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:03:38.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever You Are I'm Sure You Can Feel Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Good_night_Kulla_by_trenchmaker.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 388px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/Good_night_Kulla_by_trenchmaker.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So so long my dear old space&lt;br /&gt;Here I'm after long tiering day&lt;br /&gt;thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a miracle&lt;br /&gt;may be  z little good fairy&lt;br /&gt;will come to me also through z window&lt;br /&gt;just above my bed&lt;br /&gt;and tell me all his news&lt;br /&gt;How he is doing?&lt;br /&gt;Is it snowing also where he is?&lt;br /&gt;Is he setting in bed now looking through window&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;May be in my dreams i could do it!&lt;br /&gt;Could i have a bigger miracle that turned me to little fairy&lt;br /&gt;just like dear &lt;a href="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/tinkerbell-flowers-lunch-napkin2.png"&gt;Tinkerbel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh wish if i could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go with him everywhere he goes&lt;br /&gt;Will fly over him and make sure he is safe&lt;br /&gt;Will always be close to him and enjoy his company&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Will rest upon his shoulder whenever i feel tired of flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make him laugh if i saw him sad&lt;br /&gt;Will encourage him as he always do with me&lt;br /&gt;Will whisper i love him and I'll always be here even in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;as he is trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will capture the love he always give me in his look&lt;br /&gt;And flowers' smells he always brings when he said good morning to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there is snow somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Are you also still here somewhere dear Santa?&lt;br /&gt;Can i still make a wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i write you long mail&lt;br /&gt;telling you lots of news&lt;br /&gt;but still didn't send it&lt;br /&gt;Did't show you my engagement photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take me where he is&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;Bring him safely to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me a ride overseas?&lt;br /&gt;I know u'll never stood a true heart up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it will be so difficult like that&lt;br /&gt;Whole 5 weeks far away&lt;br /&gt;Another country and sea that seperate us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Passes like years&lt;br /&gt;Still  3 left&lt;br /&gt;And i'm starting already taking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Sometime before i sleep&lt;br /&gt;i remember many things&lt;br /&gt;And i feel as i if i'm  seeing him close to me&lt;br /&gt;Just need to raise my hand  beside and i'll touch the dear face&lt;br /&gt;and i do it&lt;br /&gt;but i'm dreaming! it's nothing but air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish if we could bring beloved people to us&lt;br /&gt;just by missing thoughts and imagining there dear faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish if we'll find them by doing this back again with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Dear old friend and lover&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;even when i say good morning to z nile and sun&lt;br /&gt;for both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-4798427399266569306?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4798427399266569306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=4798427399266569306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4798427399266569306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4798427399266569306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/wherever-you-are-im-sure-you-can-feel.html' title='Wherever You Are I&apos;m Sure You Can Feel Me'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-275994066418318354</id><published>2007-08-12T21:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:00:23.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God  I Need You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px; height: 349px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/Rope_by_matt_west.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~Franklin D. Roosevelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it once on radio from &lt;a href="http://latenightcartoon.com/"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fall in love with it and remember a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so so down&lt;br /&gt;and when i heard the episode and the quote&lt;br /&gt;i remembered her awe&lt;br /&gt;and wrote it here in the blog and was going to write a long letter to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i couldn't wrote the letter&lt;br /&gt;instead it i told her i wish if you can cry hard&lt;br /&gt;and i'll hold you for long&lt;br /&gt;then we can draw and paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets will draw many happy faces and smiles&lt;br /&gt;Lets draw the world as we want it and we wished it become&lt;br /&gt;Lets use all the happy colors in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the middle of all this sudden  family crises and big unsolved problems&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of losing him in away above all these&lt;br /&gt;and thinking badly of setting him free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my self remember badly these words&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;a href="http://nohaworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_23.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and keep whispering inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie a Knot&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;Tie a knot&lt;br /&gt;Hange on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist&lt;br /&gt;Live&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help is on the way&lt;br /&gt;Just tie a knot&lt;br /&gt;and keep on praying and  say&lt;br /&gt;oh god help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-275994066418318354?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/275994066418318354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=275994066418318354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/275994066418318354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/275994066418318354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-god-i-need-you.html' title='Oh God  I Need You!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-6116353780441741149</id><published>2007-07-26T14:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:00:25.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 211px; height: 300px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/12776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the 'miracle' of my short period of&lt;br /&gt;sight - I realize - I'd rather play for the Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; (laughs from the dark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not that it was so awful - I saw many&lt;br /&gt;things - some good, some back some that&lt;br /&gt;I'm already forgetting.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp\&gt;INT. WEBSTER&amp;#39;S LAB - NYU \n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp\&gt;VIRGIL (V.O.)\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp\&gt;But I realized that our eyes aren&amp;#39;t what \u003cbr\&gt;make us see. We only live in darkness \u003cbr\&gt;when we don&amp;#39;t look - look at what is \u003cbr\&gt;genuine about ourselves - genuine \n\u003cbr\&gt;about others - you don&amp;#39;t need eyes for that.\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cpre\&gt;Amy. I saw ... I actually saw \u003cbr\&gt;the horizon. You did that for me. \u003cbr\&gt;It&amp;#39;s out there. You showed me you \u003cbr\&gt;just have to reach for it..\u003c/pre\&gt;\u003cp\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003c/pre\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;-- \u003cbr\&gt;Dananeer( &amp;quot;,)\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://3asfora-f-elsa7a.blogspot.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;http://3asfora-f-elsa7a\u003cWBR\&gt;.blogspot.com\u003c/a\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I realized that our eyes aren't what&lt;br /&gt;make us see. We only live in darkness&lt;br /&gt;when we don't look&lt;br /&gt;look at what is genuine about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;genuine about others&lt;br /&gt;you don't need eyes for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;.......................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0132512/"&gt;Virggel-At First Sight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-6116353780441741149?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6116353780441741149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=6116353780441741149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6116353780441741149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6116353780441741149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/sight.html' title='Sight!!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-3246635491079869304</id><published>2007-07-04T02:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T05:09:18.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Song &amp;Nice Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVBbBXEOKdY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVBbBXEOKdY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-3246635491079869304?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3246635491079869304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=3246635491079869304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/3246635491079869304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/3246635491079869304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/07/lovely-song-movie.html' title='Lovely Song &amp;Nice Movie'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-8788975125501461321</id><published>2007-06-21T18:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:57:20.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 323px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/burning-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never thought that he could do that to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-8788975125501461321?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8788975125501461321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=8788975125501461321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/8788975125501461321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/8788975125501461321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/rage.html' title='RAGE'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-7141997843756730144</id><published>2007-05-22T21:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:28:13.122+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Power That Touch Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 378px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/Dancinginthedark2R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in that kind of power&lt;br /&gt;the power of things you can't see&lt;br /&gt;but  definitely feel its power&lt;br /&gt;feel how they are so strong&lt;br /&gt;and so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;thoughts&lt;br /&gt;feelings&lt;br /&gt;songs&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;prays&lt;br /&gt; a hug&lt;br /&gt;a single touch on hand&lt;br /&gt;a worm statement from a friend telling you it is gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;and even seeing beautiful scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found that &lt;a href="http://serendipity.thenetbuilder.com/2006/09/the_power_of_a_song.php"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; by coincidence&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i share her/him that power&lt;br /&gt;and those lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been running through life&lt;br /&gt;and catch a glimpse of an image&lt;br /&gt; that immediately reminded you of a significant moment in your life.&lt;br /&gt;How about a certain smell that you rarely experience&lt;br /&gt;that causes a memory in your mind to come&lt;br /&gt;flooding to the forefront in your life at that very moment?&lt;br /&gt; How about the power of a song?&lt;br /&gt;When a song comes on the radio and&lt;br /&gt; you immediately find yourself drawn&lt;br /&gt; into the memory of a scene that you once experienced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-7141997843756730144?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7141997843756730144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=7141997843756730144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/7141997843756730144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/7141997843756730144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/power-that-touch-souls.html' title='Power That Touch Souls'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-7225129203729806857</id><published>2007-05-19T06:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T07:02:31.151+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A kiss Still a Kiss in Casablanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLdqKUkkM6w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLdqKUkkM6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-7225129203729806857?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7225129203729806857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=7225129203729806857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/7225129203729806857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/7225129203729806857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/kiss-still-kiss-in-casablanca.html' title='A kiss Still a Kiss in Casablanca'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-95994464209457577</id><published>2007-05-09T13:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T05:17:16.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 277px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/StandBesideMeFinalWeb-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  I just wanted you to comfort me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; When I called you late last night, you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I was falling into love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yes, I was crashing into love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Of all the words you said to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; About "Life," "The Truth," and "Being Free" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yeah, you sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, how you sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Girl, I live for how you make me feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So I question all this being real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; 'Cause I'm not afraid of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; For the first time I'm not afraid to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; This day seems made for you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And you showed me what life needs to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yeah, you sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, you sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  All the while you were in front of me I never realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I just can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I didn't see it, I can't believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, but I feel it when you sing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I didn't see it, I can't believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, but I feel it when you sing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Just to think inside of me I had no idea how this could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Now I'm crazy for your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yes, I'm crazy for your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The words you said just sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And you showed me where I wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; You sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, you sang to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  All the while you were in front of me I never realized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I just can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I didn't see it, I can't believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, but I feel it when you sing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And I promise you this time I'll see it in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I didn't see it, I can't believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Oh, but I feel it when you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/d4c1401f-74d9-416f-93a6-93602cbf8d31&amp;theName=mark anthony - you sang to me&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" valign="bottom" align="center" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/d4c1401f-74d9-416f-93a6-93602cbf8d31/mark-anthony---you-sang-to-me/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;mark anthony - you...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-95994464209457577?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/95994464209457577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=95994464209457577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/95994464209457577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/95994464209457577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-sight.html' title='Second Sight'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-4109443408328317591</id><published>2007-05-06T12:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:32:40.511+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Cat As Z My DNA Test Shows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" name="widget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-183DE488.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1AF73F11.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4811A17.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-177C0BDC.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DE3B624.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_17D8F487.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=292757-eb04&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd6" align="middle" height="240" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(150, 150, 150); padding: 5px 0pt 0pt; width: 340px; height: 25px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=292757-eb04&amp;srv=iwebhd6" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:10;" &gt;™&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/friends/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice test i got today from Marmar&lt;br /&gt;I love those test&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sure u'll love it&lt;br /&gt;And be careful my friend&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a wild cat neaaaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-4109443408328317591?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4109443408328317591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=4109443408328317591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4109443408328317591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4109443408328317591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/wild-cat-as-z-my-dna-test-shows.html' title='Wild Cat As Z My DNA Test Shows!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-4615835925620999396</id><published>2007-05-02T10:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:31:18.302+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Step'/><title type='text'>by7'awefne el ba7r el hade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 287px; height: 369px;" src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/Halloween2004-ava3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should Cinderella went to the party??&lt;br /&gt;She is going to&lt;br /&gt;She make a promise&lt;br /&gt;But still..!!&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;She is happy and terribly scared&lt;br /&gt;more than any other time passed by&lt;br /&gt;I guess she will need lots of magic tonight to keep her calm&lt;br /&gt;and back safely home as soon as she could&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Would you step out and open an inside door?&lt;br /&gt;Or stays home safe away from this road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-4615835925620999396?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4615835925620999396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=4615835925620999396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4615835925620999396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4615835925620999396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/05/by7awefne-el-ba7r-el-hade.html' title='by7&apos;awefne el ba7r el hade'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-1689470963017761527</id><published>2007-04-12T22:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:42:15.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Yet In Any Port Their Coming Mentioned Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/topleft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two butterflies went out at Noon --&lt;br /&gt;And waltzed upon a Farm --&lt;br /&gt;Then stepped straight through the Firmament&lt;br /&gt;And rested, on a Beam --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then -- together bore away&lt;br /&gt;Upon a shining Sea --&lt;br /&gt;Though never yet, in any Port --&lt;br /&gt;Their coming, mentioned -- be --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If spoken by the distant Bird --&lt;br /&gt;If met in Ether Sea&lt;br /&gt;By Frigate, or by Merchantman --&lt;br /&gt;No notice -- was -- to me --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/emily_dickinson/poems/7474"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/emily_dickinson/poems/7474"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(55, 93, 87);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Two butterflies went out at Noon&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;by Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-1689470963017761527?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1689470963017761527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=1689470963017761527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/1689470963017761527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/1689470963017761527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/never-yet-in-any-port-their-coming.html' title='Never Yet In Any Port Their Coming Mentioned Be'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-377998581596820568</id><published>2007-04-11T19:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:38:26.608+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why People Marry And Enter The Cage?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w216/bibo082/rb2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As kid who never get it&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking my self&lt;br /&gt;Why people enter that marriage cage by their own well ??&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-377998581596820568?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/377998581596820568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=377998581596820568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/377998581596820568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/377998581596820568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-people-marry-and-enter-cage.html' title='Why People Marry And Enter The Cage?!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-8803028144130767754</id><published>2007-04-07T08:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T08:52:27.758+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Again'/><title type='text'>Coming To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/In_the_Sea_by_Yazzy.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Full of anxious and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to you dear old friend&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could make it bgad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to tell you lots of things&lt;br /&gt;many many things&lt;br /&gt;and listen to you&lt;br /&gt;ur voice and waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to feel the worm sand under my feet&lt;br /&gt;then playing with ur small fresh waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared dear old friend&lt;br /&gt;and need you to tell me what do do&lt;br /&gt;i feel i can't make that step forward&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will be the only one&lt;br /&gt;who will understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to write lots of things&lt;br /&gt;and send it by ur waves&lt;br /&gt;i know u 'll be kind on my soul writings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;going to back up now&lt;br /&gt;wait 4 me ya Alex&lt;br /&gt;by sunset isa I'll be there isa&lt;br /&gt;I love to travel and see sunset in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear old friend&lt;br /&gt;Miss you awe aw awe&lt;br /&gt;and coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-8803028144130767754?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8803028144130767754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=8803028144130767754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/8803028144130767754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/8803028144130767754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/coming-to-you.html' title='Coming To You'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-6065002780402348410</id><published>2007-04-02T08:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:09:26.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Hit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 302px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/paintings/Andrei_Zadorine_Room_of_the_old_Shi.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That is all i want to do these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;just sitting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;may i find rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;may be i could understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;may be running away from all these quickly following events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;last night a family member passed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;death always tricks you and attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;u keep fearing something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and it happens but to another person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;begin to hate celebrating days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;begin to become gathering 4 an illness or death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;reading &lt;a href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-midnights-talk.html"&gt;blue's&lt;/a&gt; last post and &lt;a href="http://mos3abof.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_30.html"&gt;mos3ab's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;makes me more gloomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;both touches me so deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;feel like i have million things to say&lt;br /&gt;and think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but as i sat writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i couldn't at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;why when you need a certain phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;it doesn't came?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;why when you needed most to cry hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;you only find cold tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;why i need badly to hear a voice and cry hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but i couldn't pick the phone and call??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i couldn't do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وصار صوتي&lt;br /&gt;إذا دوّى&lt;br /&gt;بوح كتماني..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-6065002780402348410?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6065002780402348410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=6065002780402348410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6065002780402348410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6065002780402348410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/sudden-hit.html' title='Sudden Hit'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/paintings/th_Andrei_Zadorine_Room_of_the_old_Shi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-8295107379463686295</id><published>2007-03-30T05:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T05:42:09.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intj!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did that personality test a &lt;a href="http://hechkok.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-you-are.html"&gt;Hetchkok&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;i love tests some how it tell me more about me&lt;br /&gt;and z truth i may be blinded and don't see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An INTJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a head for ideas - and you are good at improving systems.&lt;br /&gt;Logical and strategic, you prefer for everything in your life to be organized.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a bit skeptical. You're both critical of yourself and of others.&lt;br /&gt;Independent and stubborn, you tend to only befriend those who are a lot like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent scientist, engineer, or programmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-8295107379463686295?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8295107379463686295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=8295107379463686295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/8295107379463686295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/8295107379463686295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/intj.html' title='Intj!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-5190947402636652169</id><published>2007-03-29T04:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T05:29:59.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 310px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/Theopendoor.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;There is a time you know that you've to grow up&lt;br /&gt;You have to face yourself&lt;br /&gt;You have to make a choice&lt;br /&gt;And follow a whole way alone to get there&lt;br /&gt;And discover new you and other things&lt;br /&gt;Face it&lt;br /&gt;Either to open the door you are hiding beside and walk&lt;br /&gt;Or totally close it and accept this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-5190947402636652169?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5190947402636652169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=5190947402636652169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/5190947402636652169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/5190947402636652169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-2162630807378369390</id><published>2007-03-20T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:34:27.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recharge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 322px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/tired.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like him i feel&lt;br /&gt;i deeply need to recharge&lt;br /&gt;and in the same time too tired&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i become so low&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to stand up and start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept looking for a new job&lt;br /&gt;left the old one by a personal decision&lt;br /&gt;5 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so depressed getting over a heart break&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't force myself any more to do something&lt;br /&gt;i don't like or respect&lt;br /&gt;i was about to turn to a governmental employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to leave all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i stayed at home&lt;br /&gt;and start getting over things&lt;br /&gt;emptiness was driving me to become nuts&lt;br /&gt;in z same time grandma sudden illness&lt;br /&gt;leave me with no choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i got a new job waiting&lt;br /&gt;and I'm away from being happy&lt;br /&gt;though i was saying i need it badly&lt;br /&gt;need to back to track again&lt;br /&gt;but i feel i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become too lazy and too scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting people talking&lt;br /&gt;start studying again for the new field&lt;br /&gt;start waking up early and walk in z crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;all of these makes me feel tired and scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like those months were life time&lt;br /&gt;a whole age changed me more and more&lt;br /&gt;become a real loner&lt;br /&gt;more nervous&lt;br /&gt;silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-2162630807378369390?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2162630807378369390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=2162630807378369390' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/2162630807378369390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/2162630807378369390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/recharge.html' title='Recharge'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-6534490189135006792</id><published>2007-03-03T02:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:20:10.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Own Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 316px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/First_Wives_Club_VSD5781.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check this &lt;a href="http://www.bopsta.com/video.php?VideoId=2609"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found it while i was searching for the song&lt;br /&gt;Funny :)&lt;br /&gt;The song from &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.imdb.com/title/tt0116313"&gt;"The First Wives Club"&lt;/a&gt; movie&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span class="Small"&gt;Bette Midler, Goldie Hawn, Diane Keaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Small"&gt;I saw it few days ago&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-6534490189135006792?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6534490189135006792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=6534490189135006792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6534490189135006792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6534490189135006792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-dont-own-me.html' title='You Don&apos;t Own Me!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-4613149603967952422</id><published>2007-02-26T04:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:32:12.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>From Soul To Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/TSOTTP_05_1024.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes coincidence brought you gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0403508/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was one of them&lt;br /&gt;Really very touching and spiritual &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sisterhood_of_the_Traveling_Pants"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It talk about 4 close friends and how each one spent her summer vacation&lt;br /&gt;And how they get away from each other for the first time&lt;br /&gt;But still connected and support each other and even &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w28_Ra4Ok_Q"&gt;sending&lt;/a&gt; this magic pant&lt;br /&gt;to each one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved most of all tippy story and how she met &lt;a href="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/jenna_boyd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bailely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young 12 yeas old girl who get the pants by mistake&lt;br /&gt;And how she loves what tippy trying to do&lt;br /&gt;"making a reality movie"&lt;br /&gt;and she offer to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like tom and jerry at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;till tippy discovered that Bailey&lt;br /&gt;is sick&lt;br /&gt;deeply sick&lt;br /&gt;She had blood cancer"Leukemia"&lt;br /&gt;She stop fighting with her&lt;br /&gt;And they kept interview people from street&lt;br /&gt;about life and what the wish and what they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved Bailey a lot&lt;br /&gt;How she loves life though she knows she is ill&lt;br /&gt;How she stand against her illness&lt;br /&gt;How she have strong and deep feelings&lt;br /&gt;How she think&lt;br /&gt;As if she had 40 years experience about life and what inside&lt;br /&gt;How she support people and try to give them light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really the character enter directly to your heart&lt;br /&gt;with her tired face and smart glowing eyes&lt;br /&gt;and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 368px; height: 362px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/pic-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart when she died at the end&lt;br /&gt;And how they spent time&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;And how tippy brought her the magic pants&lt;br /&gt;wishing that it could save here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly hold my tears because i wasn't at home until i became alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you see the movie&lt;br /&gt;You 'll understand what i mean&lt;br /&gt;check this&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U56r9x2mfzU"&gt; video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w28_Ra4Ok_Q"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 356px; height: 453px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/TSOTTP_04_1024.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some quotes i loved in the movie&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they simply touch me&lt;br /&gt;Others just strike your heart and make you think&lt;br /&gt;And have many questions without answers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us you know,&lt;br /&gt;being happy isn't having everything in your life being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things like wearing these pants,&lt;br /&gt;or getting to a new level of Dragon's Lair.&lt;br /&gt;Making those count more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it&lt;br /&gt;. And that's all we can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="110fbf03ffe5b823_qt0241365"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0088127/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: All my life, everybody has seen me a certain way. What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0088127/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Lena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:[&lt;i&gt;in her letter, after Kostas accuses her of being afraid to love him&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;He's right,&lt;br /&gt;Car. I am afraid.&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that wants to let him in&lt;br /&gt;but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what strikes me most about Kostas:&lt;br /&gt;that despite everything he's suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way.&lt;br /&gt;I've never known that kind of faith.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love...&lt;br /&gt;while I, who have lost nothing, am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="110fbf03ffe5b823_qt0241371"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a name="110fbf03ffe5b823_qt0241365"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm1640279/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Kostos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Some people show off their beauty because they want the world to see it. Others try to hide their beauty because they want the world to see something else.&lt;br /&gt;...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh man, you were right, and I was wrong, but I'm... I'm wrong about most people, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The important thing is, you always change your mind about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I brought something for you... ta da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The Traveling Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, I just got them back, from Lena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The one in Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, she said that we were right all along&lt;br /&gt;and that the pants are magic and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the details but I do know Lena and for her to say that means...&lt;br /&gt;that it must be true...&lt;br /&gt;so I was thinking that maybe you could have them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: They don't fit me, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i&gt;in tears&lt;/i&gt;] Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I know, but that doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;none of it really matters...&lt;br /&gt;you have to take them, Bailey...&lt;br /&gt;okay, you have to let them help you... please.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're tired, okay,&lt;br /&gt;but you can't give up, the Pants will give you a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;you have to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The Pants have already worked their magic on me. They brought me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="110fbf03ffe5b823_qt0241373"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a name="110fbf03ffe5b823_qt0241365"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I want you to do something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Finish your movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0848554/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Tibby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0101799/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Because you can.&lt;br /&gt;......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-4613149603967952422?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4613149603967952422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=4613149603967952422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4613149603967952422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/4613149603967952422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-soul-to-soul.html' title='From Soul To Soul'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-2893875129287628695</id><published>2007-02-25T00:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:23:02.896+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tahrir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Winter Afandi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 351px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/incredible-orange-flower.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally manage to visit &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://darmerit.net/"&gt;Merit&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.madboulybooks.com"&gt;Madboli&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.shorouk.com/ar/default.asp"&gt;El Shorouk&lt;/a&gt; and buy some books&lt;br /&gt;not many as i'm broke these days&lt;br /&gt;"Usually all days :) i don't love keeping money"&lt;br /&gt;And all the new books i want are expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was so happy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why walking in Tahrir and Downtown&lt;br /&gt;makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking&lt;br /&gt;But i really enjoy walking there&lt;br /&gt;It give you another taste&lt;br /&gt;The crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;People voices&lt;br /&gt;Old buildings&lt;br /&gt;Stores&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers and magazines on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Yellow lights&lt;br /&gt;Million of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my Grandma illiness&lt;br /&gt;I can't go out alot&lt;br /&gt;And after leaving work&lt;br /&gt;I don't go out now everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being out today remind me&lt;br /&gt;That i love that time of the year&lt;br /&gt;Not the weather&lt;br /&gt;But the whole scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is leaving&lt;br /&gt;Rains will come for one time or may be two and say goodbye after that&lt;br /&gt;Blue sky and sun with fresh air at the morning&lt;br /&gt;Trees without leaves&lt;br /&gt;but it start to dressed&lt;br /&gt;Green and spring colors start to appear&lt;br /&gt;in gardens and and in the streets&lt;br /&gt;and even people clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love following trees and flowers&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for them to grow and appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my way to work&lt;br /&gt;I used to check them every morning&lt;br /&gt;seeing them growing&lt;br /&gt;makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;I had a good night last night&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you enjoy ur day and night too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-2893875129287628695?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2893875129287628695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=2893875129287628695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/2893875129287628695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/2893875129287628695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-winter-afandi.html' title='Goodbye Winter Afandi :)'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/th_incredible-orange-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-9012358854170479785</id><published>2007-02-15T08:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T09:50:32.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 432px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/bryan_train_edge_world_500.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shocked and depressed&lt;br /&gt;I was putting lots of hope&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting watching the mail in disbelieve&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even cry&lt;br /&gt;Not except when i start writing these words&lt;br /&gt;I didn't thought I'll be so sad like this&lt;br /&gt;But  i can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I know it is god's well&lt;br /&gt;el7amdolelah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote them yesterday&lt;br /&gt;After i wake up i feel much better&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret passing through it&lt;br /&gt;In a way it was fun&lt;br /&gt;and i learned many things&lt;br /&gt;even had experience&lt;br /&gt;I'll try again one year or so isa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks god i already accepted in other place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-9012358854170479785?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9012358854170479785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=9012358854170479785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/9012358854170479785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/9012358854170479785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/th_bryan_train_edge_world_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-6293868028093763883</id><published>2007-02-14T07:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T08:38:29.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip For All Guys..Don't Forget ; )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 412px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/phptoimg02b9ek.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you're gonna marry one of these women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sometimes it's gonna hurt like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And all you can do is admit that you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and know that she's always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simon Green:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simon Green:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simon Green:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simon Green:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All right okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what about all that talk about my dignity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Do you love her? Do you want her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then she's always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy Valentine Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-6293868028093763883?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6293868028093763883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=6293868028093763883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6293868028093763883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6293868028093763883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/tip-for-all-guysdont-forget-p.html' title='Tip For All Guys..Don&apos;t Forget ; )'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-447758815802872590</id><published>2007-02-10T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:36:30.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Far And Away..Just Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 234px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/kyte.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       A "No" uttered from deepest conviction is&lt;br /&gt;better and greater than a "Yes" merely uttered to please,&lt;br /&gt;or what is worse, to avoid trouble.   ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/biboo82"&gt;My twitter&lt;/a&gt; sent it to me from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/iheartquotes/statuses/5346196"&gt;IHeartQuotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/iheartquotes/statuses/5373032"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember -- that&lt;br /&gt;which does not kill us can only make us stronger."&lt;br /&gt;- "And that which *does* kill us leaves us *dead*!"&lt;br /&gt;(Carpe Jugulum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-447758815802872590?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/447758815802872590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=447758815802872590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/447758815802872590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/447758815802872590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/far-and-awayjust-like-that.html' title='Far And Away..Just Like That'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/th_kyte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-2544788070515173049</id><published>2007-02-07T07:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T01:10:34.474+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>I'd Have Standed There Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 309px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/chair_bricks.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wake up feeling so cold and low.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don't know, such weather make me feel gloomy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love it when it rains &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love to walk down raising my hands feeling it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;On my hands and on my face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And pray by whatever I wish &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then washing my face by my wet hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love the street after it rains,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And how it become so quite and empty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I love them after rains washing them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And how the trees become so green and beautiful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As if, the whole universe become so quite and calm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Even myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I've read once that these rain droplets are the sky tears upon earth and us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She is sad because of all what she sees around the whole earth and inside every one of us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She couldn't stand all this pain so she cries us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She cries the whole humanity!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anyway, I wrote these words 2days ago&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I said, i felt so gloomy especially by the weather&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I hate it when everything become in gray&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While the winds making these sounds like crying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And dust everywhere&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It makes me sad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thanks god it finally rains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For sorrow, I didn't see it I was sleepling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I wake up and the morning came&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I found sunrays, blue sky, and fresh air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It makes me so happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I stand in my grandmas' balcony watching those rays, people walking in the wet &lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;street, big buldings beside the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt; and sunrays reflection on its windows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wish I had the camera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These days I can't watch the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Before sometimes, the trees grow covering the scene&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But they used to cut it and I get it back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now the stupid club builds new wedding halls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of two floors and so, it is gone forever &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yesterday was great&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I wish I could take along walk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I couldn't but I Enjoyed standing there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Getting worm lights, watching and thinking for so long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm -9pt 0.0001pt 27pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Thank&lt;/span&gt;s god&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-2544788070515173049?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2544788070515173049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=2544788070515173049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/2544788070515173049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/2544788070515173049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-have-standed-there-forever.html' title='I&apos;d Have Standed There Forever'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/th_chair_bricks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-7033356349064768423</id><published>2007-02-07T05:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:36:46.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>5 Things You Don't Know About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 360px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/polkadotwithbaloons1990_jpg.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                Very late but I found &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com/2007/01/sada-rada.html"&gt;Blue'S tag&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and here I'm answering it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 10.3pt; text-indent: 19.3pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;                *Most of times look quite but in the same I'm a very nervous person&lt;br /&gt;                Sometimes I compare myself with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0170016/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grinch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. hehe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              * &lt;/span&gt;I used to scared so much from feathers when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;                My relatives used to tease me and annoy me with this.&lt;br /&gt;               "I had that bad dream of being attacked by a ghoul covered with feathers!"&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;              * Scared from loosing people I love.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;*Feel so old and little kid in z same time&lt;br /&gt;  Still love running from sea waves, riding bicycles&lt;br /&gt;  Eating lots of chips with vinegars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;               *I used to think that after people died and buried&lt;br /&gt; Trees grow from their heads in the grave!! Neah haah haah&lt;br /&gt;               "When I was very little I visited my grandpa grave with my uncle and&lt;br /&gt; my grandma, they were pointing to places saying here buried this person&lt;br /&gt; and they pointed to place saying my grandpa buried there.&lt;br /&gt;               There was a small planet where they pointed,from here I got that idea" :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 65.6pt; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-7033356349064768423?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7033356349064768423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=7033356349064768423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/7033356349064768423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/7033356349064768423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/very-late-but-i-found-blues-tag.html' title='5 Things You Don&apos;t Know About Me'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_polkadotwithbaloons1990_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-3578438241931047820</id><published>2007-02-02T01:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T04:25:48.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish..I'm Gonna Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/56164954@N00/376921049/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 393px; height: 361px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/376921049_05d3e17408_o.jpg" alt="angry sea" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this angy sea,&lt;br /&gt;this how i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;Why he is always doing this to me??&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like a piece of chess&lt;br /&gt;he wants to move&lt;br /&gt;And all she has to do&lt;br /&gt;is being in the right place&lt;br /&gt;where he wants her to be!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;You are ignorning that i'm not a ten years old girl anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't know your own daughter&lt;br /&gt;Like you never let me  in and makes me know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still can't get it&lt;br /&gt;And act like you are  getting me some sweets&lt;br /&gt;And of course naturally you expected me to run getting them&lt;br /&gt;While being so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get any&lt;br /&gt;And I'm far away of being happy by ur action&lt;br /&gt;And my angry reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my own future&lt;br /&gt;My own job and my own way&lt;br /&gt;This is not sweets you can offer&lt;br /&gt;You push me once&lt;br /&gt;And make me choose a way and a study&lt;br /&gt;i didn't love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of me&lt;br /&gt;those years  took a lot of me&lt;br /&gt;Till i manage to fit with it&lt;br /&gt;I've paid alot through them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  not going to do it again&lt;br /&gt;just to please you&lt;br /&gt;and you have to accept this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this mean i'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-3578438241931047820?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3578438241931047820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=3578438241931047820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/3578438241931047820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/3578438241931047820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-this-angy-sea-this-how-i-feel.html' title='Selfish..I&apos;m Gonna Be'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-6073779812873866092</id><published>2007-02-02T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:33:59.477+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/56164954@N00/376887023/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 356px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/376887023_194fd7ea9f_o.jpg" alt="soulmate-e" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's just it, she's everything I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;You know, she's my other half. Without her I'm not whole.&lt;br /&gt;You know the thing about&lt;br /&gt;meeting your other half is you're walking around,&lt;br /&gt;you think you're happy, you think you're whole,&lt;br /&gt;then you realize you ain't shit without her.&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't go back to being just a half&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know what it's like to be whole&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372237/"&gt;Guess Who Movie&lt;/a&gt; Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-6073779812873866092?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6073779812873866092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=6073779812873866092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6073779812873866092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/6073779812873866092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/02/soul-mate.html' title='Soul Mate'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116925790235107299</id><published>2007-01-20T01:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T03:51:42.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains And Believing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/56164954@N00/362901999/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/56164954@N00/362994413/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 447px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/105/362994413_0808a44102_o.jpg" alt="polar_express" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing about trains...&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter where they're going.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is deciding to get on.&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;From  The Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/56164954@N00/362994270/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116925790235107299?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116925790235107299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116925790235107299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116925790235107299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116925790235107299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/trains-and-believing.html' title='Trains And Believing!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116889730221500156</id><published>2007-01-15T22:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:02:55.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Day.......MLk Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 366px; height: 425px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/mlk2.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i want to say something to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll only say that i really want to saw you&lt;br /&gt;from long time ago&lt;br /&gt;when the child saw a movie about you and how you die&lt;br /&gt;Because of a great dream&lt;br /&gt;Because you ask for a right&lt;br /&gt;Because you say with the loudest voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ve a Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;People believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;People gather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell you now it become true&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still dreaming like you&lt;br /&gt;Trying to follow your steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u are watching&lt;br /&gt;you will see that child sitting here celebrating your memory&lt;br /&gt;and your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never forgetting you&lt;br /&gt;And never stop wishing if she was there&lt;br /&gt;ON UR SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116889730221500156?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116889730221500156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116889730221500156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116889730221500156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116889730221500156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-your-daymlk-day.html' title='In Your Day.......MLk Day'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/th_mlk2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116869784398769050</id><published>2007-01-13T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T09:41:58.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 357px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/ist2_923427_watching_the_waves.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that girl&lt;br /&gt;That is exactly where i want to be&lt;br /&gt;and what i want to do&lt;br /&gt;Just standing in front of you my dear old friend&lt;br /&gt;watching your waves chasing each other&lt;br /&gt;till it come to me then i run laughing&lt;br /&gt;Hearing you and your strong voice&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you and &lt;a href="http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=14771"&gt;listen&lt;/a&gt; carefully&lt;br /&gt;Smelling the air&lt;br /&gt;Looking to sun lights&lt;br /&gt;Feeling its warmth even in sand beach&lt;br /&gt;under my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine how i miss you&lt;br /&gt;and miss being with you&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116869784398769050?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116869784398769050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116869784398769050' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116869784398769050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116869784398769050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreaming-of-you.html' title='Dreaming of You'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/biboo2/th_ist2_923427_watching_the_waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116825499273611300</id><published>2007-01-08T13:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:09:58.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 600px;" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/bibo82/wall11.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OOK back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Let our flight be far in sun or windy rain--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;But what if I heard my first love calling me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Take me far away to the hills that hide your home; &lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- D(["mb","\n&lt;dt&gt;Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door-- \n&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;\n&lt;dt&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.theotherpages.org&lt;wbr&gt;/poems/books/teasdale/rivers01&lt;wbr&gt;.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.poemhunter.com/sara&lt;wbr&gt;-teasdale/poet-6644/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.poemhunter.com/sara&lt;wbr&gt;-teasdale/biography/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.kbs.co.kr/end&lt;wbr&gt;_program/drama/winter/down&lt;wbr&gt;/ecard/ecard.html&lt;/a&gt;\n&lt;table&gt;\n&lt;tbody&gt;\n&lt;tr&gt;\n&lt;td&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sara Teasdale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;(1884 - 1933)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;\n&lt;td&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;\n&lt;td&gt;\n&lt;table&gt;\n&lt;tbody&gt;\n&lt;tr&gt;\n&lt;td&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img&gt;\n&lt;b&gt;Free Poetry E-Book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;229 poems of Sara Teasdale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;File Size: 871k  File Format: Acrobat Reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To download the eBook right-Click on the title and select &amp;quot;Save Target As&amp;quot;. \n&lt;a&gt;",1] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flight/"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;The Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="1100080b97ff4899_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sara_Teasdale"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Sara Teasdale"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;1984-1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;What shall the person do if his 1st love kept call??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;What is a first love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Is it caring about someone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Or loving how he is and how he act??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Or none of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Can it be from one side??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Or from both sides at different time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Or from both side at the same time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Or feeling strongly the warmth and caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Even if he is not the best ..well mannered or well dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;All of that at that moment doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;U only saw the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;I can't find an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Sometimes u meet certain person who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;make u feel angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And you become full of anger and dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And u act like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And never figure that he care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Till u discover u were blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;and u understand it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Start to escape from what u always run away off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;U break every single step u could share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;U make it die before it born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Then time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Fate separates people by distance&lt;br /&gt;But one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;U suddenly wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Full of strange feeling and missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Some thing born in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; heart??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;after everything end and gone?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;This happened with people we cared for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Even close friends when we start to put walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And then real walls put itself by time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And life threw everyone on a new way and u start saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;I really did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;But what could it be if i let this show??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; .............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; "This was written long time ago"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Seeing &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-someone.html"&gt;Blue last post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;make me remember that &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Sonata"&gt;Tv series&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; And when i start look in my mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; for what i saved about it and about the auther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; For sorrow i found i either lost it or i don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; where and by what name i saved it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Instead i found that mail and those questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; I sent to a very dear &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://latenightcartoon.com/"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; He was talking about first love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; And his thoughs makes me think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; At that time i though i may have some feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; for someone who used to have some feeling for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; while i didn't even notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; and was disliking him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; After taking different roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; I remembered him with a flash back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Suddenly i found that missing feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; I didn't know what to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; So i wrote these words and sent it to Osama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; And totally forgut about the whole thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Thanks to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt; i found it this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; And i couldn't prevent a BIG smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; After having a fist real love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; And losing it because of circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; against our well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; And after getting over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; I know what is a real First Love mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; It is not calling back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; But it have that taste that make you remembering it with a worm childish smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; It have a different taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; that will kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; even with any true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; ................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Sorry for make it long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; But i had to get it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; Even for myself ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116825499273611300?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116825499273611300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116825499273611300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116825499273611300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116825499273611300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116755346838798693</id><published>2006-12-31T10:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:40:54.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CLose...Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 313px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/dananeer/flightsoffancy_detail.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/" target="_blank"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: So I saw  this episode of "Lassie" today.&lt;br /&gt;And Lassie was accused of a crime she didn't  commit,&lt;br /&gt;and the Ranger was coming to put her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/" target="_blank"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Uh-oh.  How's Lassie going to get out of this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/" target="_blank"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, the  little boy told Lassie that she had to go away,&lt;br /&gt;far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/" target="_blank"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: For her  own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/" target="_blank"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, but  you see, Lassie couldn't leave.&lt;br /&gt;Lassie just couldn't leave the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/" target="_blank"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What  did he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/" target="_blank"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: He told  her he never liked her. He said,&lt;br /&gt;                   "I hate you, Lassie. I hate you. You're a bad  dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/" target="_blank"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That  must have made Lassie sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/" target="_blank"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, it  did. Lassie trotted off, very sadly.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what happened? Lassie came  home, Maggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/" target="_blank"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb",": Did the little boy make it with Lassie? &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;\nSam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. Yes he did.&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;hr /&gt;\n  &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: The only way that girl is coming back to you is if a blast of semen catapults her across the street and through the window. \n&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;hr /&gt;\n&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: When I was a kid, my father had this dog that started to get all weak and sickly. He takes it to the vet, he examines it and says a maggot must have laid eggs in the dog&amp;#39;s butt. The baby maggots have crawled up, now they&amp;#39;ve started to grow, and eventually they&amp;#39;re gonna eat the dog alive from the inside. He says it should be put to sleep, because it&amp;#39;s an old dog anyway. But father won&amp;#39;t do it. He takes the dog home, he puts it on the bed, he reaches up into the dog, picking out the maggots with his finger, one by one. It takes him all night, but he gets every last one. That dog outlived my father. That&amp;#39;s love, Sam. \n&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;hr /&gt;\n&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title&lt;wbr&gt;/tt0118617/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec&lt;wbr&gt;/obidos/ASIN/B000002JEJ&lt;wbr&gt;/internetmoviedat/\n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;\n&lt;h1&gt;Soundtracks for&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia &lt;small&gt;(&lt;a&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  : Did the little boy make it with Lassie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000111/" target="_blank"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. Yes  he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118556/"&gt;Addicted To Love&lt;/a&gt; movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i still remember that part and i love the story&lt;br /&gt;sometime you yourself want to set  lassy  far away&lt;br /&gt;cause you urself might hurt her&lt;br /&gt;in the same time u know deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;she is very close&lt;br /&gt;and you can not imagine&lt;br /&gt;losing her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116755346838798693?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116755346838798693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116755346838798693' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116755346838798693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116755346838798693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/closefar-away.html' title='CLose...Far Away'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116728056017903926</id><published>2006-12-28T06:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T06:36:00.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 5 Minutes Flashing Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 384px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/dananeer/008017_8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Like her, Christmas time makes me a little bit sad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;This year I remembering her a lot and how she felt about&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Christmas time winter songs and all this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Few days ago, i found myself repeating the song,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;searching and downloaded it…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Till now I hear it zelion time and while doing it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;remembering lots of memories,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Many people even that little kid I was once…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;And with all these memories, there was a worm smile and missing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Lots of missing, not for a particular thing or a person,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Just missing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;So all I want to say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;Try to remember good old times while you listen to &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/7947576/1fe3f01/remember.html"&gt;that song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116728056017903926?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116728056017903926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116728056017903926' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116728056017903926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116728056017903926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/take-5-minutes-flashing-back.html' title='Take 5 Minutes Flashing Back'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116585159616746157</id><published>2006-12-11T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:33:35.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/dananeer/NathalieWood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 277px; text-align: center; height: 341px;" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/dananeer/NathalieWood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Two days ago i was watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a bout &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Natasha-Biography-Natalie-Suzanne-Finstad/dp/product-description/0609809571"&gt;Natallie Wood's life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;How she start acting at the age of 5&lt;br /&gt;and how she suffered alot in her life&lt;br /&gt;because of her mother and her obsession of fame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;One time she breack her arm while shooting a scene&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;She refuses to take her to a doctor so she could act&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;She even told here if u marry and get pregnant, you'll die.&lt;br /&gt;I always sympathy with people acting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Being a fish in pool is not a good thing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Marlyn Monro in the movie saying something about acting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And how you start acting so young and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr" style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As time go by you become an expert &lt;span dir="rtl" style="" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;And you start watching yourself acting all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Natallie's movies are listed  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000081/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Some nice photos u can find them &lt;a href="http://www.dreamstarlets.com/lobby/main/moviesno/nwown.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nataliewood.co.uk/photo.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="AR-EG"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116585159616746157?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116585159616746157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116585159616746157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116585159616746157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116585159616746157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-child.html' title='Sad Child'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116574864692815788</id><published>2006-12-10T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:04:06.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Scary Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/dananeer/big-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 337px; text-align: center; height: 364px;" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/dananeer/big-wave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bufpzLGa1h8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out&lt;br /&gt;I don't know thought i love any thing blue&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse love the waves&lt;br /&gt;But always love to watch it rather than being in it&lt;br /&gt;I always ask my self what does that beauty blue hide inside??&lt;br /&gt;What anger could it appears suddenly??&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear friend will turn to ... a moster!!&lt;br /&gt;A monster that doesn't have any mercy on people&lt;br /&gt;But still i can't stop loving him&lt;br /&gt;and his sound and waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116574864692815788?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116574864692815788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116574864692815788' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116574864692815788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116574864692815788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/huge-scary-wave_10.html' title='Huge Scary Wave'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116501123659081477</id><published>2006-12-02T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:13:56.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't  HAve Much To Say,Leave It To .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/huh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/huh.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116501123659081477?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116501123659081477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116501123659081477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116501123659081477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116501123659081477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-have-much-to-sayleave-it-to.html' title='Don&apos;t  HAve Much To Say,Leave It To .....'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_huh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116305815732506426</id><published>2006-11-09T07:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:47:18.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clint Eastwood..Holliwood Good Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/8b5f6a1d13d35016b944bdf653a8ef10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="401" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/8b5f6a1d13d35016b944bdf653a8ef10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched a program about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clint_Eastwood"&gt;Clint Eastwood &lt;/a&gt;by coincidence on MBC2&lt;br /&gt;And as I love the guy&lt;br /&gt;Not only as an actor&lt;br /&gt;Also as a smart director&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to know more about him&lt;br /&gt;I loved the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112579/"&gt;The Bridges of Madison County&lt;/a&gt; movie&lt;br /&gt;Was really a sweet one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check the huge number of movies in his&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000142/"&gt; page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really unbelivable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116305815732506426?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.clinteastwood.net/welcome.html' title='Clint Eastwood..Holliwood Good Guy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116305815732506426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116305815732506426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116305815732506426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116305815732506426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/clint-eastwoodholliwood-good-guy.html' title='Clint Eastwood..Holliwood Good Guy'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_8b5f6a1d13d35016b944bdf653a8ef10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-116073958569896767</id><published>2006-10-13T13:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:46:58.103+02:00</updated><title type='text'>While Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/fantasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/fantasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is that what happened?&lt;br /&gt;you swing like a kid then you suddenly fall ..&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You finally get it&lt;br /&gt;And you don't regret it&lt;br /&gt;Niether the joy you felt up there&lt;br /&gt;nor the pain of the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say life is what happened while making plans&lt;br /&gt;I guess it really true&lt;br /&gt;That is why i feel i didn't really live except&lt;br /&gt;when i was up there with no plans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-116073958569896767?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116073958569896767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=116073958569896767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116073958569896767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/116073958569896767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/while-swing.html' title='While Swing'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_fantasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-115836299904027384</id><published>2006-09-16T02:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:45:11.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest..all they want is to rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/Pre_Nec_Tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 350px; height: 257px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/Pre_Nec_Tongue.jpg" border="0" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Watching a movie about them today&lt;br /&gt;Make me think…&lt;br /&gt;Even these huge big creatures some times feel&lt;br /&gt;That they are so tired&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing left to live for&lt;br /&gt;So they surrender&lt;br /&gt;They stop fighting waves and going out to take a breath&lt;br /&gt;They just go to the nearest coast throw themselves on it&lt;br /&gt;Rest on sand in quite&lt;br /&gt;And from time to time make sounds&lt;br /&gt;As if they saying aaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people come to help them&lt;br /&gt;Fight for them&lt;br /&gt;Help them to breath&lt;br /&gt;And sent them again to the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They feel thier love&lt;br /&gt;carry some of this love and hope and go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times no one come&lt;br /&gt;Or they resist more and die in a quite peaceful way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to hear thier sounds and see them on truth&lt;br /&gt;May me I would one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-115836299904027384?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115836299904027384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=115836299904027384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/115836299904027384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/115836299904027384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/restall-they-want-is-to-rest.html' title='Rest..all they want is to rest'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_Pre_Nec_Tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-115443274635335398</id><published>2006-08-01T14:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:45:46.403+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/untitledDFGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/untitledDFGE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-115443274635335398?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115443274635335398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=115443274635335398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/115443274635335398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/115443274635335398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114997425901502913</id><published>2006-06-11T00:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:39:54.026+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As Cartoon Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/fifi_flowertots_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/fifi_flowertots_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These days I keep on wondering&lt;br /&gt;Why we can't have simple life&lt;br /&gt;as in cartoon movies!&lt;br /&gt;Even bad people in cartoon not so evil&lt;br /&gt;Why we complex everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also think in &lt;a href="http://www.fifiandtheflowertots.com/"&gt;FIFI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how simple her life is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lots of thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No feelings of emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing of these zelion things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that full our minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No complex life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or complex realationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No zelion considerations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No tying stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114997425901502913?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114997425901502913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114997425901502913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114997425901502913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114997425901502913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-as-cartoon-movie.html' title='Life As Cartoon Movie!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_fifi_flowertots_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114874969410826963</id><published>2006-05-27T18:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T04:41:52.726+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner Or Later Will Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/bateman_sappi_white_rhinoceros_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/bateman_sappi_white_rhinoceros_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irwin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[Winter is trying to compromise with Irwin] No. Not OK! It's too late, Colonel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Too late for what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irwin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For your offer. The men don't want to salute. They don't want to use rank. They don't want better food and they don't want more TV. They just want your resignation... and so do I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My resignation?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irwin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're a disgrace, Colonel! A disgrace to the uniform! You should not be allowed to retain your command! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then I guess I'd better go pack&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0272020/quotes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irwin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you should.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Was watching a movie on mbc few minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;An old one but really interesting&lt;br /&gt;It describe what is happening these days&lt;br /&gt;It called “the last castle” for Robert Redford&lt;br /&gt;The movie describe life in military prison&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers who made mistakes and kept in prison for these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;And ruled by sadist person who like to humiliate them&lt;br /&gt;And want them to obey him all the time&lt;br /&gt;And how they hate it and sick of it&lt;br /&gt;And start their revolution until they manage to do it&lt;br /&gt;All the way he gets angry and acts like crazy and hit and kills people&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that he would stopped them&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t see any thing except that he rules… he wins… he hits…&lt;br /&gt;He says yes I’ll let u do it, I’ll allow&lt;br /&gt;No I own you and u can’t even think or say u WANT to do this or that&lt;br /&gt;And like raging rhinoceros he run in anger shaken the ground destroying&lt;br /&gt;Till he finally stuck in tree trunk and fall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/warhol_3441_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/warhol_3441_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0749263/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I thought there was one thing that you should know, when they take the castle the are going to hang the flag upside down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001254/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Upside down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0749263/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; It's the international code of distress.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001254/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes I know what it means. Where exactly do the plan to get a flag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0749263/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They already have one... Yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001254/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My Flag?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114874969410826963?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114874969410826963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114874969410826963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114874969410826963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114874969410826963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/sooner-or-later-will-fall.html' title='Sooner Or Later Will Fall!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_bateman_sappi_white_rhinoceros_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114842016040280194</id><published>2006-05-24T00:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:27:34.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where All The Stupid Words Gone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/screaming.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/screaming.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow i can't find them..&lt;br /&gt;I open my mouth but no sounds heard!&lt;br /&gt;no words go out !&lt;br /&gt;Igrap my pencil and papers but they don't want to come&lt;br /&gt;like other things stollen in the way&lt;br /&gt;Tears,Giggles,Screams...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else i have lost along the way!!&lt;br /&gt;U can't force them to return&lt;br /&gt;U can't imitate them&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;So u'll have to live and u don't&lt;br /&gt;Watch in slince feel all the sparks inside..&lt;br /&gt;And that is it..&lt;br /&gt;U can't put them in words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114842016040280194?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114842016040280194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114842016040280194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114842016040280194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114842016040280194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-all-stupid-words-gone.html' title='Where All The Stupid Words Gone???'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_screaming.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114807452294732119</id><published>2006-05-20T00:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:58:19.296+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Manage To Sleep Well ",</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/PAA032000042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/neverbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;J.M. Barrie: You can visit Neverland any time you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Peter Llewelyn Davies: How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;J.M. Barrie: By believing, Peter. Just believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i beilive in never land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i belive in fairy tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i belive in dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;you are my neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;we have our own neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;don't you tell me you don't have one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;don't you have a neverland of ur own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;a place a poerson a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;milion of things u kept inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;grap it when life become so cruel and tuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;like these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i was watching the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;and till now i can't stop tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;those tears i was looking for for the past week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;and it refuses to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;as in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;it refuse to give me relive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;the only one left was those very little in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;hurting you with pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;finally it come real tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i feel i want to cry the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i want to cry everything around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;but again i back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i'm feeling again as a human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;i have hopes as long as i still have dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;these dreams will help me to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;wish it help us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&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/11856111-114746596713853370?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114746596713853370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114746596713853370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114598219077705370</id><published>2006-04-25T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:40:08.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Missing It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/a2aba83e204f77a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/a2aba83e204f77a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you think that this worm and safe exsist these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and in this country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can you be sure that you will be protected if you are a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;a son?daugther? a wife?what ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you be able to protect who ever you loves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you be able to protect ur kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The problem is ..from what ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and the enemy is not known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or may be it is the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;starting from ourselves passing by government, terror,...........till devil itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How can you protect or be protected from all these in a country that burn from inside??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Egypt these days exactly like a women suffers from "cerebral hemorrhage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;نزيف ف المخ اللى بيقولو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;عليه ده لو لسه فيه اصلا &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But know one knows  what her illiness is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no one can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they see her pains her screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and can do nothing for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;till she falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Really miss this feeling of safe and worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can't sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can't say everything is ok&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/11856111-114598219077705370?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114598219077705370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114598219077705370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114598219077705370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114598219077705370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/really-missing-it.html' title='Really Missing It!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_a2aba83e204f77a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114557321204358784</id><published>2006-04-21T00:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:12:46.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Summer But It Felt So Cold...Don't Know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/lucy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114557321204358784?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114557321204358784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114557321204358784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114557321204358784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114557321204358784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-summer-but-it-felt-so-colddont-know.html' title='In Summer But It Felt So Cold...Don&apos;t Know!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114432776251709936</id><published>2006-04-06T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:39:33.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/uSed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/uSed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Day&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you the best&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114432776251709936?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114432776251709936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114432776251709936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114432776251709936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114432776251709936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-you_06.html' title='To You'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_uSed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114413194249511152</id><published>2006-04-04T08:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:39:05.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/Picture10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/Picture10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;Like a night in the forest&lt;br /&gt;Like the mountains in springtime&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my sensesCome fill me again&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love youLet me give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Let me drown in your laughter&lt;br /&gt;Let me die in your armsLet me lay down beside you&lt;br /&gt;Let me always be with you&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Come love me again&lt;br /&gt;Let me give my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Come let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Come love me againY&lt;br /&gt;ou fill up my sensesLike a night in the forest&lt;br /&gt;Like the mountains in springtime&lt;br /&gt;Like a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Like a sleepy blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;You fill up my senses&lt;br /&gt;Come fill me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/john-denver/73319.html"&gt;Words and music by john denver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really do love the song very much&lt;br /&gt;and john denver as well&lt;br /&gt;i found it so true and so sweet&lt;br /&gt;thanks for her!&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/11856111-114413194249511152?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114413194249511152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114413194249511152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114292342718396135</id><published>2006-03-21T08:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:10:30.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/olifant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/400/olifant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"M" is for the million things she gave me,&lt;br /&gt;"O" means only that she's growing old,&lt;br /&gt;"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;"H" is for her heart of purest gold;&lt;br /&gt;"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,&lt;br /&gt;"R" means right, and right she'll always be,~Howard Johnson~ &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/11856111-114292342718396135?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114292342718396135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114292342718396135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114292342718396135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114292342718396135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day (&quot;,)'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114221387690432738</id><published>2006-03-13T03:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T03:39:44.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114221387690432738?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114221387690432738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114221387690432738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114221387690432738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114221387690432738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/miss-it.html' title='Miss it!!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/th_2141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114208271307922872</id><published>2006-03-11T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:20:55.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/bird_hitting_window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/400/bird_hitting_window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lots of feelings i had when watching the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;still didn't translated them to thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but the movie really really great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;not every one will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;as i saw in z cinema last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i don't know why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;may be we don't want to see the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the truth about ourselves i mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;yes this is reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;not fake and make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is every one of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is the insides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and the crashes with the outsides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this is our discrimination to ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;before any one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i really had a peaceful night yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that i thank god for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114208271307922872?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114208129615253677</id><published>2006-03-11T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:31:43.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;: How far can bullets go? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671567/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;: They go pretty far except sometimes they get stuck in something and they stop. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;: What if they&lt;br /&gt; don't?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/crashposter.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/400/crashposter.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138404"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000642/"&gt;Shereen&lt;/a&gt;: They think we're Arab. When did Persian become Arab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138405"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: [referring to the impenetrable cloak] He doesn't have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0037410/"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;: [confused] He doesn't have what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138406"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: Come on now! This is America. Time is money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138407"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: It's just black people demeaning other black people, using that word over and over. You ever hear white people callin' each other "honky" all the time? "Hey, honky, how's work?" "Not bad, cracker, we're diversifying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138408"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: Why do these guys have to be black? No matter how we spin this thing, I'm either gonna lose the black vote or I'm gonna lose the law and order vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0310850/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;: You know, I think you're worrying too much. You have a lot of support in the black community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: ll right. if we can't duck this thing, we're gonna have to neutralize it. What we need is a picture of me pinning a medal on a black man. The firefighter - the one that saved the camp or something - Northridge... what's his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0307473/"&gt;Bruce&lt;/a&gt;: He's Iraqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138409"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000369/"&gt;Officer Ryan&lt;/a&gt;: [talking on the phone] I wanna speak to your supervisor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0222643/"&gt;Shaniqua&lt;/a&gt;: I am my supervisor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000369/"&gt;Officer Ryan&lt;/a&gt;: All right well, what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0222643/"&gt;Shaniqua&lt;/a&gt;: Shaniqua Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000369/"&gt;Officer Ryan&lt;/a&gt;: Shaniqua. Big fucking surprise that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0222643/"&gt;Shaniqua&lt;/a&gt;: Oh! [Shaniqua hangs up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: Fuck you very much. Thanks for thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138411"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: I would like the locks changed again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: You what?... Look, why don't you just go lie down, ok? Have you checked on James?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: Well of course I've checked on James. I've checked on him every five minutes since we've been home. Do not patronize me. I want the locks changed again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: Shhhh. It's ok. Just go to bed, all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: Okay, didn't I just tell you not to treat me like a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0675364/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;: I'm sorry Mrs. Jean. It's okay, I go home now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: It's okay. Thank you very much for staying Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0675364/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;: You're welcome. No problem. Goodnight Mrs. Jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: [rudely] Goodnight. I would like the locks changed again in the morning. And you know what, you might mention that next time we'd appreciate it if they didn't send a gang member...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: A gang member?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: Yes, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: What do you mean? That kid in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: Yea. The guy in there with the shaved head, the pants around his ass, the prison tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: Oh come on. Those are not prison tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: Oh really? And he's not gonna go sell our key to one of his gang banger friends the moment he's out our door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: Look, you've had a really tough night. I think it'd be best if you'd go upstairs right now and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: And what? Wait for them to break in? [yelling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: I just had a gun pointed in my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000409/"&gt;Rick&lt;/a&gt;: You lower your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: [yelling] ... and it was my fault because I knew it was gonna happen. But if a white person sees two black men walking towards her and she turns and walks away, she's a racist, right? Well I got scared and I didn't do anything and ten seconds later I had a gun in my face. Now I am telling you, your amigo in there is going to sell our key to one of his homies and this time it would be really fucking great if you acted like you gave a shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138412"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: Do you want to hear something funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0675364/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;: What's that Mrs. Jean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: You're the best friend I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138413"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000113/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;: I am angry all the time... and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138414"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0628601/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;: I just couldn't stand see that man take away your dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138415"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005024/"&gt;Cameron&lt;/a&gt;: [to Anthony] You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138416"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000369/"&gt;Officer Ryan&lt;/a&gt;: You think you know who you are? [Officer Hanson nods]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000369/"&gt;Officer Ryan&lt;/a&gt;: You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138417"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: Look around! You couldn't find a whiter, safer or better lit part of this city. But this white woman sees two black guys, who look like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear. I mean, look at us! Are we dressed like gangbangers? Do we look threatening? No. Fact, if anybody should be scared, it's us: the only two black faces surrounded by a sea of over-caffeinated white people, patrolled by the triggerhappy LAPD. So, why aren't we scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005478/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;: Because we have guns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: You could be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0261170/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;: Why do you keep everybody a certain distance, huh? What, you start to feel something and panic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: Come on, Maria. You're just pissed 'cause I answered the phone. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0261170/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;: That's just where I begin to get pissed. I mean, really, what kind of man speaks to his mother that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, this is about my mother. What do you know about my mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0261170/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;: If I was your father, I'd kick your fucking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: OK, I was raised badly. Why don't you take your clothes off, get back into bed, and teach me a lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0261170/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;: You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson. How 'bout a geography lesson? My father's from Puerto Rico. My mother's from El Salvador. Neither one of those is Mexico. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: Ah. Well then I guess the big mystery is, who gathered all those remarkably different cultures together and taught them all how to park their cars on their lawns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138420"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: You could fill the Staple Center with what you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005478/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;: The Kings are playing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: Man, I know you just pretend to like hockey to piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138421"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: I'll protect you, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138422"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000202/"&gt;Officer Hanson&lt;/a&gt;: Something else funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005478/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;: [laughing] People, man... people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138423"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: How far can bullets go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671567/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;: They go pretty far except sometimes they get stuck in something and they stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: What if they don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671567/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;: Are you thinking about that bullet than went through your window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138424"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671567/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;: She had these little stubby wings, like she could've glued them on, you know, like I'm gonna believe she's a fairy. So she said, "I'll prove it." So she reaches into her backpack and pulls out this invisible cloak and she ties it around my neck. And she tells me that it's impenetrable. You know what impenetrable means? It means nothing can go through it. No bullets, nothing. She told me that if I wore it, nothing would hurt me. And I did. And my whole life, I never got shot, stabbed, nothing. I mean, how weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138425"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: I heard a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671567/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;: What, like a truck bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: Like a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005024/"&gt;Cameron&lt;/a&gt;: I didn't ask for your help, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138427"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[last lines] &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0222643/"&gt;Shaniqua&lt;/a&gt;: Ahh! Oh, my God. What the hell is wrong with you people? Uh-uh! Don't talk to me unless you speak American!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138428"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: That waitress sized us up in two seconds. We're black and black people don't tip. So she wasn't gonna waste her time. Now somebody like that? Nothing you can do to change their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005478/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;: So, uh... how much did you leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: You expect me to pay for that kind of service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138429"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: You see any white people in there waiting an hour and thirty two minutes for a plate of spaghetti? Huh? And how many cups of coffee did we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005478/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;: You don't drink coffee and I didn't want any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: That woman poured cup after cup to every white person around us. Did she even ask you if you wanted any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005478/"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;: We didn't get any coffee that you didn't want and I didn't order, and this is evidence of racial discrimination? Did you happen to notice our waitress was black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138430"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1496319/"&gt;Lara&lt;/a&gt;: It's a really good cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138431"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0049079/"&gt;Lucien&lt;/a&gt;: You watch the Discovery Channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: Not a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: They got some good shit on that channel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0049079/"&gt;Lucien&lt;/a&gt;: Every night there is a show with somebody shining a blue light and finding tiny specks of blood splattered on carpets and walls and ceiling fans, bathroom fixtures and special-edition plastic Burger King tray cups. The next thing they show is some stupid redneck in handcuffs who looks absolutely stunned that this is happening to him. Sometimes the redneck is actually WATCHING the Discovery Channel when they break in to arrest him. And he still can't figure out how on earth they could've caught him! [pauses]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0049079/"&gt;Lucien&lt;/a&gt;: Do I look like I wanna be on the Discovery Channel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0524839/"&gt;Anthony&lt;/a&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0049079/"&gt;Lucien&lt;/a&gt;: Then get the fuck outta my shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138432"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000332/"&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;: I swear to you, Mom. I'll find whoever killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0865119/"&gt;Graham's Mother&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, I already know who killed him. You did. I told you to find your brother, but you were too busy for us. I'll take care of everything here. You go on now. You have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="qt0138433"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005024/"&gt;Cameron&lt;/a&gt;: It's about time you realise what it's like to be black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0628601/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, and you're talking about being black? The closest you ever came to being black, Cameron, was watching the Cosby Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005024/"&gt;Cameron&lt;/a&gt;: Well, at least I didn't watch it with the rest of the equestrian team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114208129615253677?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114208129615253677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114208129615253677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114208129615253677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114208129615253677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/lara-how-far-can-bullets-go-daniel.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114207988011757874</id><published>2006-03-11T14:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:24:40.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0009NCPUQ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0009NCPUQ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You think you know who you are. You have no idea"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Live your life at the point of impact"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Moving at the speed of life, we are bound to collide with each other."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114207988011757874?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114207988011757874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114207988011757874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114207988011757874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114207988011757874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/crash.html' title='Crash!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114204534549602512</id><published>2006-03-11T03:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:30:54.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Nice... Just Read It Carefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/silo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/silo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Some people stay far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by Some people live with the fear of a touch And the anger of having been a fool They will not listen to anyone So nobody tells them a lie I know you're only protecting yourself I know you're thinking of somebody else Someone who hurt you But I'm not above Making up for the love You've been denying you could ever feel I'm not above doing anything To restore your faith if I can Some people see through the eyes of the old Before they ever get a look at the young I'm only willing to hear you cry Because I am an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am Some people say they will never believe Another promise they hear in the dark Because they only remember too well They heard somebody tell them before Some people sleep all alone every night Instead of taking a lover to bed Some people find that it's easier to hate Than to wait anymore I know you don't want to hear what I say I know you're gonna keep turning away But I've been there and if I can survive I can keep you alive I'm not above going through it again I've not above being cool for a while If you're cruel to me I'll understand Some people run from a possible fight Some people figure they can never win And although this is a fight I can lose The accused is an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am An innocent man You know you only hurt yourself out of spite I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight That's your decision But I'm not below Anybody I know If there's a chance of resurrecting a love I'm not above going back to the start To find out where the heartache began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people hope for a miracle cure Some people just accept the world as it is But I'm not willing to lay down and die Because I am an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am An innocent man&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/11856111-114204534549602512?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lyrics007.com/Billy%20Joel%20Lyrics/Just%20The%20Way%20You%20Are%20Lyrics.html' title='Really Nice... 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Just Read It Carefully'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114138360879887370</id><published>2006-03-03T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:02:05.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/1299471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/1299471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Long time..very long time&lt;br /&gt;Since this friendship started&lt;br /&gt;More than 10 years&lt;br /&gt;And more than person to person friendship&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You never have been bad to me&lt;br /&gt;And you always have been except&lt;br /&gt;A very close sister&lt;br /&gt;My young funny sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so happy like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how happy you were&lt;br /&gt;And how he seem to love you&lt;br /&gt;And how you holding each other by the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Also how your dear grandma happy for you doctor&lt;br /&gt;And the whole family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really deserve it and more&lt;br /&gt;For how very kind and sweet you are&lt;br /&gt;Still didn't get you flowers&lt;br /&gt;But you deserve all the roses in the world&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/11856111-114138360879887370?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114138360879887370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114138360879887370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114138360879887370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114138360879887370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114138341988689006</id><published>2006-03-03T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:06:09.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of Spread Sheets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/top-rh478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/top-rh478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week I had a workshop in work&lt;br /&gt;We had it in the company share holder club&lt;br /&gt;So let me start describing first the place cause I fall in love with it&lt;br /&gt;Small and very simple villa with nice garden with toy house and skating for kids&lt;br /&gt;What I liked most in the place&lt;br /&gt;Of course how simple and quite it is&lt;br /&gt;But above all&lt;br /&gt;All the walls painted with worm light creamy yellow&lt;br /&gt;And doors and windows with white&lt;br /&gt;Also the kid's room in yellow and blue full of painting&lt;br /&gt;This makes me remember my dream&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to do it one day&lt;br /&gt;I would like it to be like that ("&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;People was very nice&lt;br /&gt;And the company too&lt;br /&gt;Though I was the only girl around&lt;br /&gt;And this made me feel very lonely in away&lt;br /&gt;I really wished if you were there&lt;br /&gt;I always wishing that we would work together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk technical along this blog&lt;br /&gt;So excuses me all&lt;br /&gt;But I've to..&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep all these feelings and thoughts for long&lt;br /&gt;Wandering all around this tired busy mind&lt;br /&gt;I have to get them out&lt;br /&gt;Even If I give them out for only myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We was discussing our needs to set initial cost&lt;br /&gt;For our new software&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to replace our software with a new one "the shareholder foreigner company"&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to tell them&lt;br /&gt;All the reports going out from our departments&lt;br /&gt;From where we get the data?&lt;br /&gt;How we get it?&lt;br /&gt;What report goes out using the software data base ?&lt;br /&gt;How we do the other reports?&lt;br /&gt;And many things&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;I look to the flow chart showing our reports cycle&lt;br /&gt;I felt terrible&lt;br /&gt;Same as it looks&lt;br /&gt;Very complex very unrealistic&lt;br /&gt;Fact (1)&lt;br /&gt;Is we keep on putting lots of data every day&lt;br /&gt;In our data base system&lt;br /&gt;But we can't get most of it out from the box!&lt;br /&gt;Fact (2)&lt;br /&gt;We put the same data in many reports we make&lt;br /&gt;To make zillion reports to send&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because they want it in a certain shape!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact (3)&lt;br /&gt;What we do totally controlled by routine and bureaucracy governmental stupidity!!&lt;br /&gt;And still we have to accepted it&lt;br /&gt;Even if we don't agree&lt;br /&gt;The problem was to tell them this "foreigners in the workshop"&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't understand why we do this or that, me either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine this&lt;br /&gt;We do our monthly work by the beginning of the new month&lt;br /&gt;But we can't send it to the people who need it&lt;br /&gt;In or out the company!!&lt;br /&gt;Why??&lt;br /&gt;Because of the signing issue&lt;br /&gt;We can't do it except when we received the governmental confirmation&lt;br /&gt;And the basic reason because we have to send it to the governmental cooperation&lt;br /&gt;To say ok&lt;br /&gt;We agree&lt;br /&gt;We already use there numbers and normally nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;But we still have to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine how long they take to check those few numbers&lt;br /&gt;More than a month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things make me feel very angry and crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;I'm miss excel expert&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me about engineering sense or even logic&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stupid&lt;br /&gt;And ur rotine is more stupid&lt;br /&gt;But we won't care about all this&lt;br /&gt;We care about our money&lt;br /&gt;So as long as u doing fine with the money&lt;br /&gt;We won't see anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even don't want you to be tired or think&lt;br /&gt;We will talk our old box give you other&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Before you couldn't get out the data&lt;br /&gt;Now we will program it make it ready&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a funny exchangeing game&lt;br /&gt;Take a box they didn't train you to get data from it&lt;br /&gt;In the way you want&lt;br /&gt;Know the programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give you another&lt;br /&gt;Before we program it to give you only one&lt;br /&gt;Now all your needs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not angry from them&lt;br /&gt;As persons I mean&lt;br /&gt;In the contrary&lt;br /&gt;So nice and cute&lt;br /&gt;Also do there work in the best way&lt;br /&gt;And what we miss of course&lt;br /&gt;Excellent presenting and showing&lt;br /&gt;And conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be I'm angry from myself&lt;br /&gt;Lots of time I feel these way&lt;br /&gt;Why should I except it&lt;br /&gt;Why can'I I say no&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't go and work in some thing&lt;br /&gt;Make my efforts have a value&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I work in charity projects or anythings&lt;br /&gt;I don't have answers&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do it many times&lt;br /&gt;But people around!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this dying country&lt;br /&gt;Hanged by everything around&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;But I miss a war&lt;br /&gt;Never like them&lt;br /&gt;Never be in a middle of one&lt;br /&gt;But I feel we need one&lt;br /&gt;Like strong slap on the face&lt;br /&gt;To wake up&lt;br /&gt;Leave all other things&lt;br /&gt;And defend and struggle for every real thing.&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/11856111-114138341988689006?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114138341988689006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114138341988689006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114138341988689006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/cartoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had my tooth drilled 2 hours ago !!&lt;br /&gt;I really hate dentist and doctors&lt;br /&gt;u feel like little guilty kid between thier hands&lt;br /&gt;I almost could cry and say&lt;br /&gt;"7aramet w Tamtam w enabee mesh 7akol 7aga 7elwa tanee"!&lt;br /&gt;For sorrow i'll repeat it&lt;br /&gt;The problem is she had to give me&lt;br /&gt;two of those hoyyfiying injections&lt;br /&gt;since then i can't even speak!!&lt;br /&gt;my lips take one side&lt;br /&gt;felt like people will laugh at me in the street ) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;p.c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Somehow i think that me and Dad will me like Tom &amp;amp; Gery for ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;don't know, dream that one day we have a worm talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;or at least we understand each other"&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/11856111-114090203001221380?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114090203001221380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114090203001221380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114090203001221380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114090203001221380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/wa2elaa-7adelak-7o2na.html' title='Wa2elaa ... 7adelak 7o2na!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114086074737064406</id><published>2006-02-25T11:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:41:29.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/morg152bg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/morg152bg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Glowing with happiness&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'm gonna light&lt;br /&gt;After back home yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Really really had a nice time&lt;br /&gt;It was my first concert for Omar Khayrat&lt;br /&gt;And won't be the last one ISA&lt;br /&gt;U can't explain how music fills you in&lt;br /&gt;With different feelings and joy&lt;br /&gt;Looking around seeing every one swaying with the music&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him and his band swaying with it playing with&lt;br /&gt;Their instruments as if they were dancing&lt;br /&gt;Was more than great&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/11856111-114086074737064406?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114046318133038119</id><published>2006-02-20T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:36:38.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2areet 7elwa awe bgad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/gotmail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/gotmail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                                            ...........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-114046318133038119?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://song4.6arab.com/ELISSA_Law-Te3rafo.ram' title='2areet 7elwa awe bgad....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114046318133038119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114046318133038119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114046318133038119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114046318133038119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/2areet-7elwa-awe-bgad.html' title='2areet 7elwa awe bgad....'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-114027681474704021</id><published>2006-02-18T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:48:29.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicey??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/Ron_Hedrick_walking_in_the_Sun_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/Ron_Hedrick_walking_in_the_Sun_4227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just get back from outside&lt;br /&gt;was watching a movie..&lt;br /&gt;before the sun say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I managed to walk in it enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;and more.. beside the nile&lt;br /&gt;I really had a nice time&lt;br /&gt;though life goes in a very normal ordinary way&lt;br /&gt;strange!!&lt;br /&gt;You spend sometimes torturing urself thinking about life and yourself&lt;br /&gt;and doing things make you feel you are not worthless&lt;br /&gt;feeling you are alife!!&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you stop thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;feeling fine and ok&lt;br /&gt;though nothing really changed!!&lt;br /&gt;then you start to feel&lt;br /&gt;you need a change&lt;br /&gt;a major one&lt;br /&gt;you need to live on edge&lt;br /&gt;to feel alife!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading "Ya3kobian Building" like the pictures Alaa gave&lt;br /&gt;and some lines&lt;br /&gt;Still didn't finish "Digital Fortress" for Dan Brown&lt;br /&gt;but really really feel happy for start reading again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&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/11856111-114027681474704021?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114027681474704021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=114027681474704021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114027681474704021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/114027681474704021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/spicey.html' title='Spicey??'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113995758972511895</id><published>2006-02-15T00:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:49:33.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa'sWounded Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.as.com/diarioasmedia/diarioas/media/200504/21/futbol/20050421dasdasftb_12_I_LCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.as.com/diarioasmedia/diarioas/media/200504/21/futbol/20050421dasdasftb_12_I_LCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes this message to&lt;br /&gt;"Africa'sWounded Lion"&lt;br /&gt;And Cameron best player "eto'o"&lt;br /&gt;U really played so well&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;It is gods well&lt;br /&gt;I guess u believe in it&lt;br /&gt;Cause I saw you praying in acceptance&lt;br /&gt;After the match&lt;br /&gt;I really think you are a very talented player&lt;br /&gt;And have a good soul&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't take ur rights outside&lt;br /&gt;Go on ETO'O&lt;br /&gt;And hard luck to Cameron.&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/11856111-113995758972511895?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113995758972511895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113995758972511895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113995758972511895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113995758972511895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/africaswounded-lion.html' title='Africa&apos;sWounded Lion'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113890198389290014</id><published>2006-02-02T18:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:50:16.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/graphic1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/graphic1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tommorow is your big day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't find words right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"except that i'll have to save 2 get u &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Blinder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i told u long time i'm gonna get it 2 u when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;marry ("&gt;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i found this written in a card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can't wait to see u tommorow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and ofcourse the lucky guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;May u always find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;happinies in one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;and in the wonderful love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that u share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tell him congratulation&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/11856111-113890198389290014?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www1.yahoo.americangreetings.com/display.pd?bfrom=1&amp;prodnum=3094245&amp;path=41255' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113890198389290014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113890198389290014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113890198389290014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113890198389290014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/tommorow-is-your-big-dayi-cant-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113874194288659834</id><published>2006-01-31T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:18:34.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Favorate Blog Writer..U Deserve More (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/untitled12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/untitled12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I say!!&lt;br /&gt;U make me cry&lt;br /&gt;Really thanks ya blue&lt;br /&gt;For saying it and describing it&lt;br /&gt;So well and so true&lt;br /&gt;Right from the heart&lt;br /&gt;To the void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the title this morning @ work&lt;br /&gt;And couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;I start smiling&lt;br /&gt;Read the 1st lines&lt;br /&gt;Then send it to all my friends&lt;br /&gt;Printing it and after I finally went home&lt;br /&gt;And while sitting in bed&lt;br /&gt;I get them out&lt;br /&gt;I read them&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;Keep on touching us ya blue&lt;br /&gt;With these sweet and true feelings&lt;br /&gt;That touches our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113874194288659834?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113874194288659834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113874194288659834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113874194288659834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113874194288659834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-my-favorate-blog-writeru-deserve.html' title='To My Favorate Blog Writer..U Deserve More (:'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113874110510027555</id><published>2006-01-31T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:16:34.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a dream of someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/heart2020soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/heart2020soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always dream of it&lt;br /&gt;That person&lt;br /&gt;That can be a shelter and a friend&lt;br /&gt;He/she don't know me&lt;br /&gt;As I don't know him&lt;br /&gt;I mean we don't know how we look like&lt;br /&gt;We didn't become friends&lt;br /&gt;Because of the outside&lt;br /&gt;The whole outside not only shape&lt;br /&gt;But because of these tiny little things inside&lt;br /&gt;A person not so perfect&lt;br /&gt;And knows well that I'm totally away&lt;br /&gt;From being perfect&lt;br /&gt;But in the same time&lt;br /&gt;This don't matter&lt;br /&gt;In soul to soul friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113874110510027555?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113874110510027555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113874110510027555' title='0 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href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/storyteller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/storyteller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;"Around The Corner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find it funny&lt;br /&gt;But I had some dreams long time ago&lt;br /&gt;And still I hold those dreams inside&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they come true one day&lt;br /&gt;At least one of them&lt;br /&gt;Or the heart from all of them..&lt;br /&gt;The aim and the meaning come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams&lt;br /&gt;These dreams actually concerning my professional life&lt;br /&gt;But I always see it as a way of living life&lt;br /&gt;Being something in it&lt;br /&gt;And most of all doing something&lt;br /&gt;You feel it deserve all your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;My biggest I think&lt;br /&gt;Is having a bookstore&lt;br /&gt;And nursery school at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Mainly for kids&lt;br /&gt;May be orphanages&lt;br /&gt;A one just looks like&lt;br /&gt;"The Shop Around The Corner"&lt;br /&gt;Where me with other people&lt;br /&gt;Can guide those kids through their early life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wished to be&lt;br /&gt;"The Book Story Lady"&lt;br /&gt;And I've always dreamt of "Shop Around The Corner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that showing Kids books&lt;br /&gt;Introducing them to this world&lt;br /&gt;And above it all&lt;br /&gt;Make them find their ways&lt;br /&gt;Starting from their favorite childhood books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I believe that our childhood books&lt;br /&gt;Are part of us and what we'll be come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see the movie&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm seeing the dream of my life&lt;br /&gt;I grab it from inside&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself&lt;br /&gt;Could it become true one day??&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it??&lt;br /&gt;Am I brave enough and believe enough to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about life dreams and life choices&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to other related thing&lt;br /&gt;Always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm strange person&lt;br /&gt;And complex human being&lt;br /&gt;But this not what I want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;I actually want to talk about&lt;br /&gt;Choices we made through the life we live&lt;br /&gt;Things we've the well to protect and fight for&lt;br /&gt;And most of all&lt;br /&gt;Love it from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it with love&lt;br /&gt;And because of love&lt;br /&gt;I really miss this so much&lt;br /&gt;And this is the problem&lt;br /&gt;I don't find myself in what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm doing fine in it&lt;br /&gt;And people appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;But I don't taste it&lt;br /&gt;I try to love what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;But there is always the picture&lt;br /&gt;Of doing something with so much… I don't know how to express it&lt;br /&gt;With love and believe&lt;br /&gt;Taking whatever time&lt;br /&gt;And making whatever efforts&lt;br /&gt;To make it succeed&lt;br /&gt;To feel it really worth it&lt;br /&gt;At the end of each day&lt;br /&gt;While thinking in bed before sleep&lt;br /&gt;And to wake up feeling that&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will open new doors&lt;br /&gt;And hidden doors inside the soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll be ready to give&lt;br /&gt;And also fight for it&lt;br /&gt;Whenever is required&lt;br /&gt;It'll show me myself inside&lt;br /&gt;Part of me that has always been there&lt;br /&gt;And couldn't grape it to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113874077389881278?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113873869321549310</id><published>2006-01-31T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:18:13.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Ya Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/billsturgillart/images/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/billsturgillart/images/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U 've got mail (1)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like this?&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this movie&lt;br /&gt;So many times&lt;br /&gt;And still I love it&lt;br /&gt;And never bored from it&lt;br /&gt;I love so many things in it&lt;br /&gt;Every time I sit to watch it&lt;br /&gt;I sit with the anxious&lt;br /&gt;Of watching it for the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;I feel I don't want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;And in the same time I'm watching it&lt;br /&gt;With missing and warmth for an old friend&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see for a while ( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113873869321549310?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bluelue.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_bluelue_archive.html' title='Thanks Ya Blue'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113873869321549310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113873869321549310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113873869321549310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the funny childish girls&lt;br /&gt;grow up and will engage this month..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i feel so happy and so glad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;specially when you hear thier voice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and how glad they are&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;why i'm saying all these&lt;br /&gt;don't know but&lt;br /&gt;there is a feeling inside i can't express&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mix between happiness and water in eyes&lt;br /&gt;and missing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can't say much right now"specially when i'm struggling with keyboard as the stupid mouse died" ("&lt;) all i can say right now i wish them all the happiness in the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113845089426134282?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113845089426134282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113845089426134282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113845089426134282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113845089426134282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-were-kids.html' title='We Were Kids!!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113827075836010328</id><published>2006-01-26T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T12:26:03.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/g001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/g001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;Sometime words can't describe&lt;br /&gt;How we feel&lt;br /&gt;It really hurt&lt;br /&gt;When u find yourself so helpless&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;To release the pain&lt;br /&gt;You hate seeing them like this&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see her like this&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could kiss her pain away &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/11856111-113827075836010328?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113827075836010328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113827075836010328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113827075836010328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113827075836010328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-have-much-to-say-sometime-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113785904095185989</id><published>2006-01-21T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:57:24.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes..People Can Be Homes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/Native-American-Woman-In-Full-Moon-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/Native-American-Woman-In-Full-Moon-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To &lt;a href="http://www.cairoradio.net/radio7/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;amp;id=20&amp;amp;Itemid=44"&gt;YOU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really didn't feel glad as I felt last night&lt;br /&gt;Hearing all my favorite songs and you&lt;br /&gt;It has been sometime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u for being there&lt;br /&gt;For being the shelter&lt;br /&gt;We always find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For giving us hope and laugh in &lt;a href="http://www.okshows.com"&gt;ZTALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And inspire us and fill us with music and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;In every Friday night with z &lt;a href="http://www.latenightcartoon.com"&gt;Latenightcartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only for the night&lt;br /&gt;But charging the battery for the whole week&lt;br /&gt;And fill our hearts with things that will stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You always have been there&lt;br /&gt;When you were needed&lt;br /&gt;You always helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting us see many things&lt;br /&gt;By your soul and through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting us think higher&lt;br /&gt;Taste the words and the songs&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113785904095185989?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113785904095185989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113785904095185989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113785904095185989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113785904095185989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/yespeople-can-be-homes.html' title='Yes..People Can Be Homes'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113785632778444137</id><published>2006-01-21T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T17:12:07.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/untitled6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/untitled6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever felt of this attraction before??&lt;br /&gt;This connection that makes u getting close,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it between your hands,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the outside,&lt;br /&gt;Anxious to discover the inside,&lt;br /&gt;And when u start it,&lt;br /&gt;All shows up..&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were right&lt;br /&gt;And the inside deserve more than the outside shows&lt;br /&gt;Or the outside appearance was totally fake&lt;br /&gt;And u find fake inside..&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I'm talking about??&lt;br /&gt;Books..&lt;br /&gt;Yes books!!&lt;br /&gt;No mater lists we put&lt;br /&gt;And opinions we take&lt;br /&gt;There is some kind of connection u find&lt;br /&gt;Between u and the book&lt;br /&gt;When u looking in the pages&lt;br /&gt;Reading the words&lt;br /&gt;If you feel it&lt;br /&gt;That is it&lt;br /&gt;You go buy it&lt;br /&gt;Taking it home&lt;br /&gt;As you take a new friend to your home&lt;br /&gt;What do u think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113785632778444137?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113785632778444137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113785632778444137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113785632778444137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113785632778444137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/attraction.html' title='Attraction!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113776835853298615</id><published>2006-01-20T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:45:58.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Book list..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/davincicode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/davincicode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys here is the list&lt;br /&gt;I didn't update it except 3 or 4 books "shame on me !"&lt;br /&gt;From the one of last year&lt;br /&gt;Some books' names are missing&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember them&lt;br /&gt;Or find the papers&lt;br /&gt;I wrote them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way…&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Davinci code "Dan Brown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Farewell army "Hemingway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Out Of The Place "Edward Saied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)Living To Tell The Tale "Marquez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Love In The Time Of Cholera "Marquez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/2266127748/qid=1137762841/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_19_2/202-7214665-0502253"&gt;Bonjour Tristesse &lt;/a&gt;"Francoise Sagan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) The Human Comedy " Honoré de Balzac"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) The Lady of the Camellia "Alexander Dumas Junior"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Any book for and about" Simon Bolivar "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10) In Search For The Lost Time "Marcel Proust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11) Any book for or about "Virginia Wolf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12) God Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(13) Any book for "Michale More" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for the rest books will be in arabic in the other blog ("&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113776835853298615?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113776835853298615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113776835853298615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113776835853298615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113776835853298615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-book-list.html' title='My Book list..'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113776765832577892</id><published>2006-01-20T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:34:18.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That Is Why I Want To Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/books.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/books.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;I know u may find it strange&lt;br /&gt;but it really help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilove books&lt;br /&gt;but since i started work&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time,&lt;br /&gt;not only to read&lt;br /&gt;but to read about new books&lt;br /&gt;What people saying about books&lt;br /&gt;and many other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as for my friends&lt;br /&gt;not all of them love reading&lt;br /&gt;and if they do&lt;br /&gt;they love other types&lt;br /&gt;so i needed&lt;br /&gt;new sourses and to know&lt;br /&gt;what i couldn't reach too&lt;br /&gt;and what other people think it is great and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my note&lt;br /&gt;the one i write in it the books i wanted to have&lt;br /&gt;books i read about&lt;br /&gt;or books i read about in other people books&lt;br /&gt;People i trust there taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found no new books added this year!&lt;br /&gt;even when i thought about buying books&lt;br /&gt;what should i buy&lt;br /&gt;was old stuff&lt;br /&gt;except two or three books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by myself and send my list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnx Omar for answering&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for making it long("&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113776765832577892?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113776765832577892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113776765832577892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113776765832577892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113776765832577892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-is-why-i-want-to-know.html' title='That Is Why I Want To Know...'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113752630061579600</id><published>2006-01-17T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:31:40.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Living In The Same World???(3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/ha1961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/ha1961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/49117763_b5c8965af3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/49117763_b5c8965af3_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/_483309_woman_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/_483309_woman_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i saw the two emails a few minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;look guys&lt;br /&gt;yes we have lots of problems here in cairo&lt;br /&gt;we have both pictures in the same place and&lt;br /&gt;that is a problem,&lt;br /&gt;why i send this picture&lt;br /&gt;cause i really almost cry&lt;br /&gt;we should help&lt;br /&gt;the inside and also the outside&lt;br /&gt;if we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are part of these world&lt;br /&gt;and also part of muslims&lt;br /&gt;and this country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the streets seeing small boys&lt;br /&gt;drinking "colla"&lt;br /&gt;or hiting themself&lt;br /&gt;or even worst than this really&lt;br /&gt;break hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a time&lt;br /&gt;when i saw people asking for mony&lt;br /&gt;i stop given them anything&lt;br /&gt;thinking that we should not let them ask&lt;br /&gt;and they can work to get money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't&lt;br /&gt;these people are really poor&lt;br /&gt;even if they trick many people to get money&lt;br /&gt;but they living in cold most of there lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange idea also cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;whenever i've been ask by an old lady or man ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my grandma&lt;br /&gt;alot actually&lt;br /&gt;she is my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i've been asked by old&lt;br /&gt;I remember her&lt;br /&gt;I imagine her asking for money&lt;br /&gt;walking in the streets in cold&lt;br /&gt;grabing things from the ground&lt;br /&gt;and i really could n't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ya yehyia&lt;br /&gt;we have people who suffer&lt;br /&gt;here in egypt&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;that i saw people looking in garbash&lt;br /&gt;and eating from it&lt;br /&gt;while me and my friends setting&lt;br /&gt;in a nice resturant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hit u&lt;br /&gt;As it really hits&lt;br /&gt;when a man killed himself&lt;br /&gt;because he can't get school clothes&lt;br /&gt;to his daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it also hit when u see&lt;br /&gt;an old man selling one of his daughters&lt;br /&gt;to be able to take care of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very wild i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but look in the other point of view&lt;br /&gt;see people who really help&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;a href="http://www.resala.org"&gt;RESALA&lt;/a&gt; community for example&lt;br /&gt;see people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see if u grow up&lt;br /&gt;knowing what is giving&lt;br /&gt;and what is to give up for things&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is more important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should try to help&lt;br /&gt;even if u just foreward this mail&lt;br /&gt;may be someone else see it and donate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u see it also&lt;br /&gt;it make u feel&lt;br /&gt;how selfish u are&lt;br /&gt;thinkning in your problems&lt;br /&gt;as if it was the biggest in the world&lt;br /&gt;and it is nothing comparing to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" this is a real request guys&lt;br /&gt;if any one know certain comunity&lt;br /&gt;taking care of street children&lt;br /&gt;or "atfal el shaware3"&lt;br /&gt;please inform&lt;br /&gt;this is for my younger sister&lt;br /&gt;she want to do something for them"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113752630061579600?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113752630061579600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113752630061579600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113752630061579600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113752630061579600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-we-living-in-same-world3.html' title='Are We Living In The Same World???(3)'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113751510344093593</id><published>2006-01-17T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:32:39.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Living In The Same World???(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/Think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/Think.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Ahmed Sultan &lt;naughty_king217@yahoo.com&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Q: Are we living in the same world?????&lt;br /&gt;&gt; A: Yes we are, what kind of questions is this????&lt;br /&gt;&gt; about the pictures are realy good but tell me what&lt;br /&gt;&gt; did you do???&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We can only from Here pray for them, and pray for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; US, I am not negative person but if u want to talk&lt;br /&gt;&gt; about something talk about your community and change&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it first.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Meant no himmulaton but guys till when we will&lt;br /&gt;&gt; keep looking at the outsiders and feel this for them&lt;br /&gt;&gt; while we are ourselves need this pity feeling&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Allah Yer3akom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahia Abdel-fattah" &lt;yop_yop2002@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI,&lt;br /&gt;Ahmed i desagree with you . We dont have such a&lt;br /&gt;probrems like they do have , what do you mean by "&lt;br /&gt;YOUR community ". Does that mean your family, street,&lt;br /&gt;and school. what is problems do we do have . we all&lt;br /&gt;eat 3 meals per day and we all sleep in our bed .&lt;br /&gt;SORRY we dont have such problems but they do .&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113751510344093593?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113751510344093593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113751510344093593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113751510344093593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113751510344093593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-we-living-in-same-world2.html' title='Are We Living In The Same World???(2)'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113751469157489669</id><published>2006-01-17T17:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:20:03.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we living in the same world??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/pic03279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/pic03279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/pic01261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/pic01261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/pic31610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/pic31610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/pic07443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/pic07443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/pic12926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/pic12926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/pic19734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/pic19734.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113751469157489669?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113751469157489669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113751469157489669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113751469157489669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113751469157489669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-we-living-in-same-world.html' title='Are we living in the same world??????'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113751067267918785</id><published>2006-01-17T16:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:11:12.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>z Book Fair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/book_worm_reading_book_hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/book_worm_reading_book_hr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok guys&lt;br /&gt;today the bookfaire started&lt;br /&gt;and as i'm fond of books&lt;br /&gt;sure i'll go ISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need here&lt;br /&gt;i need to have answers for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what books u want to buy when u go there?&lt;br /&gt;give me an idea of these books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what books u really liked most through life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what books u think it really worth reading this year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone know where is the real "soor el azbakeya" are now in cairo&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talking about old magazines and nonethlese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really will appreciate it if u managed to answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it really help&lt;br /&gt;exchanging ideas and experience about books life everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113751067267918785?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113751067267918785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113751067267918785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113751067267918785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113751067267918785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/z-book-fair.html' title='z Book Fair!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113745960739245482</id><published>2006-01-17T02:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:00:07.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/ballet_slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/ballet_slippers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is your friend, your ally it will tell you when you are seriously injured. It will keep you awake and angry and remind you to finish the job and get the hell home. But you know the best thing about pain? .... it lets you know you're not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;Viggo Mortensen (Master Chief John Urgayle) in G.I. Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113745960739245482?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113745960739245482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113745960739245482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113745960739245482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113745960739245482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/pain-is-your-friend-your-ally-it-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113745939687696708</id><published>2006-01-17T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:48:56.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/soup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quoteworld.org/quotes/2155"&gt;Everyday happiness means getting up in the morning, and you can't wait to finish your breakfast. You can't wait to do your exercises. You can't wait to put on your clothes. You can't wait to get out -- and you can't wait to come home, because the soup is hot."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quoteworld.org/authors/george-burns"&gt;George Burns&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113745939687696708?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113745939687696708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113745939687696708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113745939687696708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113745939687696708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113744893307051679</id><published>2006-01-16T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:44:04.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life As a Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/mylifefairytale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/mylifefairytale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it long time ago on TV&lt;br /&gt;and fall in love with it&lt;br /&gt;and was laughing while watching it&lt;br /&gt;If u know it u may say "yuuuch"&lt;br /&gt;what is that???!&lt;br /&gt;if u don't know it and watch it one day ..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know u may remember me (",)&lt;br /&gt;knowing why i fall in love with it&lt;br /&gt;i'm like Hans somehow&lt;br /&gt;i live here&lt;br /&gt;put my feets on the ground&lt;br /&gt;but my mind and my feelings&lt;br /&gt;are at totally difrrent place&lt;br /&gt;with faries..&lt;br /&gt;don't have much to say now&lt;br /&gt;may be i edited one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/HansChristianAnd_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/HansChristianAnd_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113744893307051679?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113744893307051679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113744893307051679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113744893307051679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113744893307051679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-life-as-fairy-tale.html' title='My Life As a Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113727056035936539</id><published>2006-01-14T21:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T16:50:33.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/love2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/love2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't know that this movie was about Himingway's life..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and his book "farwell army".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As human being sometime we are strange i guess&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fools may be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for keeping our anger inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;strange how we find it hard to forgive or forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;specially famouse creative people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after seeing the movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i respected the auther&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pity the human being&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;including me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113727056035936539?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113727056035936539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113727056035936539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113727056035936539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113727056035936539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/creativity.html' title='Creativity!!...'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113726547268403102</id><published>2006-01-14T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T21:04:32.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Just a Moment Ago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/B00003CXI4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/B00003CXI4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/legend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bagger Vance: I hear you lost your swing. I guess we got to go find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Rannulph Junuh: I can't do it, Bagger. It was too long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bagger Vance: No it wasn't. It was just a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Walter Hagen: The meaning of it all is that there is no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bagger Vance: Inside each and every one of us is our one,&lt;br /&gt;true authentic swing&lt;br /&gt;Something we was born with.&lt;br /&gt;Something that's ours and ours alone.&lt;br /&gt;Something that can't be learned...&lt;br /&gt;something that's got to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it yesterday after a close friend advice me to watch it..&lt;br /&gt;really was a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that i need "wa7ed" bagger vance&lt;br /&gt;to remind me when i forget&lt;br /&gt;to tell me look again and see&lt;br /&gt;and that what i think sometimes&lt;br /&gt;completly stupid!",&lt;br /&gt;to show me how childish i'm&lt;br /&gt;thnx my bagger vance.&lt;br /&gt;u advice me to see it&lt;br /&gt;and i realized that i already have one..&lt;br /&gt; that is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.c.&lt;br /&gt;"marmarina i wish if u see it"&lt;br /&gt;i guess u also need to see it&lt;br /&gt;i also think regardless of the above&lt;br /&gt;we both are bagger vance for each other&lt;br /&gt;i really really need to thank u for this&lt;br /&gt;thank you for showing me the world in ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;thanks for expressing the feelings that&lt;br /&gt;we both sometimes feel and i can't express&lt;br /&gt;thank u and thanks god for making our roads crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113726547268403102?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113726547268403102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113726547268403102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113726547268403102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113726547268403102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/was-just-moment-ago.html' title='Was Just a Moment Ago!'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113712161019324357</id><published>2006-01-13T05:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T05:06:50.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/ritterastante.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/ritterastante.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113712161019324357?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.yukopiano.com/Media/Audio/IfYouWereHere1.mid' title='Passed Away'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113712161019324357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113712161019324357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113712161019324357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113712161019324357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/passed-away.html' title='Passed Away'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113711749476459857</id><published>2006-01-13T03:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:59:34.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Guarding Angel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/Julia_Roberts_25.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/Julia_Roberts_25.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i managed to do it..&lt;br /&gt;was looking for it&lt;br /&gt;for more than 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;when i open TV&lt;br /&gt;That i did't touch these days&lt;br /&gt;and managed to watch&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorate movies..&lt;br /&gt;"My Best Friends' Wedding"&lt;br /&gt;goodluck i guess&lt;br /&gt;and laugh when i managed to&lt;br /&gt;hear "Little Prayer"&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain&lt;br /&gt;that didn't stop&lt;br /&gt;we really change&lt;br /&gt;I used to collect all&lt;br /&gt;sadniess and roughness of&lt;br /&gt;the week then i put it&lt;br /&gt;on my pillow and hold myself&lt;br /&gt;and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now i miss it&lt;br /&gt;as i miss my childish laugh&lt;br /&gt;and light in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;specially when it rains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113711749476459857?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113711749476459857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113711749476459857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113711749476459857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113711749476459857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-guarding-angel.html' title='Thanks Guarding Angel..'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113711527727534891</id><published>2006-01-13T03:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T03:21:19.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicorn Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought i'm gonna find a whole page!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/cushing/263/uni/lastuni.html"&gt;another person&lt;/a&gt; seeing the same sun(",)&lt;br /&gt;i really adore this movie&lt;br /&gt;its one of my favorate childhood cartoon&lt;br /&gt;You may think it is silly to make a whole page for a cartoon&lt;br /&gt;old cartoon..&lt;br /&gt;and to write about it&lt;br /&gt;and publish this crazy stuff&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;as long as i'm sure that somebody&lt;br /&gt;on the other side watching the same moon&lt;br /&gt;thinking if he is not the only one who do it&lt;br /&gt;and that someone might share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113711527727534891?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113711527727534891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113711527727534891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113711527727534891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113711527727534891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/unicorn-girl.html' title='Unicorn Girl'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113702884337519242</id><published>2006-01-12T02:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T03:35:57.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kaloob w t3loob("&gt;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004R993.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004R993.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;Having so much fun together&lt;br /&gt;You're not even aware, you're such a funny pair&lt;br /&gt;You're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a happy game&lt;br /&gt;You could clown around forever&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of you sees, your natural boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Life's one happy game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the world wouldn't get in the way&lt;br /&gt;If only people would just let you play&lt;br /&gt;They say you're both being fools&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking all the rules&lt;br /&gt;They can't understand your magic wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Hu-hu-hu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all that you discover&lt;br /&gt;When that moment has passed, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will that friendship last?&lt;br /&gt;Who can say if there's a way?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hope . . . I hope it never ends&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widow Tweed&lt;br /&gt;We met, it seems, such a short time ago&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me - needing me so&lt;br /&gt;Yet from your sadness&lt;br /&gt;Our happiness grew&lt;br /&gt;And I found out I needed you too&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we used to play&lt;br /&gt;I recall those rainy days&lt;br /&gt;The fire's glow&lt;br /&gt;That kept us warm&lt;br /&gt;And now I find - we're both alone&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye may seem forever&lt;br /&gt;Farewell is like the end&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart is a memory&lt;br /&gt;And there you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye may seem forever&lt;br /&gt;Farewell is like the end&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart is a memory&lt;br /&gt;And there you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneysites.com/shows/song.php?songID=197&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=1add132b810e0ccd98164bfcf6f2c1fb"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my favorate books when i was a tiny little thing(",)&lt;br /&gt;i still have it till now!&lt;br /&gt;i love this book&lt;br /&gt;and this strory..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it really means to me alot..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is more than a best childhood story for me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember the story when life put certain person so close by soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but can't be closer in life "specially close male friends"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because others see this friendship from a total point of view!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause a fox and a dog can't be together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even if they were so close and friends..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remeber it also when we have to say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but in our hearts to best and close friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as we going by taking diffrenent roads in life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember it when i'm looking to the moon at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or at sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearing favorate peace of music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;telling my self&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may be they seeing it now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may be they also listening &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and wondering about me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and remember our memories togethger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes &lt;a href="http://www.latenightcartoon.com/index.asp"&gt;osama&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"we see the same sun"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113702884337519242?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113702884337519242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113702884337519242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113702884337519242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113702884337519242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/kaloob-w-t3loob.html' title='kaloob w t3loob(&quot;&gt;)'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113700277570010826</id><published>2006-01-11T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:06:15.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/ist2_729368_birthday_cake_vector_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/400/ist2_729368_birthday_cake_vector_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com"&gt;Blue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing her a Happy Birthday("&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;"Kol sanna wente tayeba ya blue"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113700277570010826?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113700277570010826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113700277570010826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113700277570010826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113700277570010826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-blue-kol-sanna-wente-tayeba-ya-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113695187996444384</id><published>2006-01-11T04:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:03:09.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>البحث عن زوجه</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/ar_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/400/ar_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;استعنا على الشقا بالله&lt;br /&gt;بما انى جييت ف الوقت اللى فاضيه و عندى اجازه&lt;br /&gt;و عم سهم الله مش راضى يسيبنى اكتي حتى..&lt;br /&gt;ما زالت عمليه التقليب ف الاوراق القديمه مستمره..&lt;br /&gt;المره دى مقاله كامله لمصطفى محمود&lt;br /&gt;للاسف معنديش scanner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;البحث عن زوجه!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يا سلده يا كرام..&lt;br /&gt;اغلى شىء ف الدنيا هو العلم&lt;br /&gt;و الانسان لا يتعلم مجانا&lt;br /&gt;و انما يستخلص المعرفه بالألم و المعاناه..&lt;br /&gt;من مكتبه الحياه نأخذ علمنا الحقيقى،&lt;br /&gt;و ليس من الكتب و الأسفار.&lt;br /&gt;و أقدم لكم أولا نفسى.&lt;br /&gt;دكتور توفيق ذكريا دكتوراه ف الذره&lt;br /&gt;و العلوم الذريه من امريكا&lt;br /&gt;أب لولدين و زوج للمره الثانيه.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;و حكايه المره الثانيه هى الموضوع.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و كالعاده كانت هناك مره ثانيه لأن الزواج الاول فشل بجداره.&lt;br /&gt;و كانت فكرتى فى الزواج الاول هى البحث عن ست بيت و أم و امرأه تقدس الحياه الاسريه،&lt;br /&gt;لا يهم الثقافه و لا التعليم و لا الشهادات&lt;br /&gt;و اخترتها ساقطه ابتدائى تكاد تفك الخط لكن طباخه ممتازه و أستاذه فى تسبيك الصوانى و الطواجن،&lt;br /&gt;و تنفيض السجاجيد و إرضاع الاطفال&lt;br /&gt;لكن كالمعتاد و بعد الشهور الاولى و بعد ان شبعت المعده و أمتلأت الامعاء،&lt;br /&gt;و اصبحت المسأله الطريفه حكايه مكرره فى كل ليله،&lt;br /&gt;بدأ النكد يدخل الى البيت السعيد، و بدأت اشعر بالفجوه الهائله بينى و بينها&lt;br /&gt;و بدأنا نختلف فى كل شىء..&lt;br /&gt;و أصبح الشارع يسمع صراخنا كل ليله.&lt;br /&gt;و برغم نومنا متعانقين فى فراش واحد كنت اشعر ان بيننا قارات،&lt;br /&gt;و ان كل واحد فينا يسبح فى محيط.&lt;br /&gt;لم يكن هناك أى شىء مشترك يجمعنا  سوى طاجن البطاطس بالفرن&lt;br /&gt;و صوانى المحشى و أطباق الكوسه بالبشاميل،&lt;br /&gt;فإذا غسلت يدى بعد الغداء عدت الى الوحده والغربه&lt;br /&gt;و كأنى مجرد نزيل فى فندق اجنبى.&lt;br /&gt;عجزت تماما عن ان اشدها الى اى اهتمام مشترك&lt;br /&gt;حتى ولو الى الصحيفه اليوميه و أعمده الاخبار و حوادث الاسبوع.&lt;br /&gt;كانت انسانه عقلها مغلق على ثلاث غرف و صاله،&lt;br /&gt;لا يهمها ما يجرى فى فيتنام و كمبوديا و نيكاراجو،&lt;br /&gt;ولا يعنيها ما يجرى فى جاره عربيه قريبه مثل فلسطين.&lt;br /&gt;و يستوى  عندها ان تحترق لبنان او تندك دمشق او يخرج الشاه من أيران،&lt;br /&gt;و يحكمها الخومينى او خلقلى او بازرجان ما دامت قد وجدت البصل فى الجمعيه التعاونيه،&lt;br /&gt;و الارز عند البقال و الجرجير عند الخضرى.&lt;br /&gt;فإذا حولت ان أفتح معها هذه الموضوعات اسكتتنى بغلظه، فإذا حولت ان اتلطف&lt;br /&gt;ناولتى لكمه و هى تقول:&lt;br /&gt;نام بال وجع دماغ أنا ما صدقت نيمت الواد.&lt;br /&gt;و تصوروا ما يحدث لى يا ساده فى هذه الوحده و الغربه و الخواء&lt;br /&gt;حينما اتعرف بالاخرى د.شهيره سرور&lt;br /&gt;الاستاذه فى الكونسرفتوار و عازفه البيانو&lt;br /&gt;و الحائزه على ماجيستير و دكتوراه فى التوزيع الكورالى&lt;br /&gt;و فى الهارمونى من باريس.&lt;br /&gt;السيده الناعمه الحريريه التى تكاد تذوب فى الفم من فرط نعومتها،&lt;br /&gt;و المتحدثه الرقيقه الودوده و الفنانه الأنثى و النجمه التى لا ينطفىء لها تألق.&lt;br /&gt;و يمكن لكم ان تتصوروا كيف اصبحت مكا لمتنا فى التيلفون&lt;br /&gt;تمتد الى خمس و ست ساعات و لا نشبع،&lt;br /&gt;فنلتقى على النيل ثم تأخذنى الى بيتها&lt;br /&gt;لتسمعنى معزوفه رقيقه على البيانو،&lt;br /&gt;ثم تحكى لى تاريخ هذه المعزوفه و كيف و متى كتبها بيتهوفن.&lt;br /&gt;نسيت ان اقول لكم انها طلقت بعد زواج فاشل.&lt;br /&gt;و هذا طبيعى.. فمن يستطيع ان يفهم و يقدر هذه التحفه الجماليه النادره..&lt;br /&gt;و من يستطيع ان يعاشر هذا الفن الرفيع إلا اناسان ذواقه.&lt;br /&gt;و لقد كنت انا ذلك الذواقه.&lt;br /&gt;و لقد جننت بها حبا..و امتلكتنى حتى ملأت علىَ أقطار حياتى&lt;br /&gt;و أصبحت لا أرى سواها،ولا أشرب سواها و لا أتنفس سواها.&lt;br /&gt;و كان طبيعيا ان يرتمى كل منا فى حضن الآخر كأنه يتيم وجد أمه،&lt;br /&gt;و أن نغرق فى حمى من الانصهار العذب الذى لا تجدونه&lt;br /&gt;إلا فى الكتب و الاشعارو السيمفونيات.&lt;br /&gt;و  كان طبيعيا جدا ان اطلق زوجتى و اتزوجها وانا احلم بأقصى الراحه،&lt;br /&gt;و بأنى قد وجدت اخيرا شقه خاليه فى صدر امرأه.&lt;br /&gt;و لكن القدر خلاف الظنون،و الدنيا التى أرادها الله تعبا للكل&lt;br /&gt;ما لبثت ان قدمت صوره اخرى من زواج طريف غايه الطرافه.&lt;br /&gt;و اسمعوا معى نموذجا من هذا الحوار الذى يجرى بيننا&lt;br /&gt;الوقت صباحا،وانا اميل عليها و أمسح على شعرها فى حنان&lt;br /&gt;و أهمس فى اذنها:&lt;br /&gt;- إيه رأيك يا حبيبتى..ناكل ايه النهارده..&lt;br /&gt;- زى إمبارح يا حبيبى.&lt;br /&gt;- إحنا مكلناش امبارح يا حبيبتى.&lt;br /&gt;- لحقت تنسى سندوتشات الامريكانا اللى جبتهالك معايا.&lt;br /&gt;- نفسى تعملى لى الملوخيه بتاعتك..ده انتى ملوخيتك تجنن..&lt;br /&gt;   أنا قربت انساها بقى لك شهر مطبختيش حاجه.&lt;br /&gt;- مش حاسه أنى عايزه أقف ف المطبخ.&lt;br /&gt;- أمال حاسه بايه؟&lt;br /&gt;- حاسه بانى عاوزه أدور حوالين الهرم و أسمع كاسيت لشوبان.&lt;br /&gt;و أخذها معى الى الهرم.&lt;br /&gt;و نطوف حول مقابر ألاسره السادسه و نحن نستمع الى مقطوعه القمر لشوبان،&lt;br /&gt;و تسرح فى التاريخ و الجغرافيا و الحكيم أمحوتب.&lt;br /&gt;و أقطع حديثها محاولا ان اكون رقيقا غايه الرقه.&lt;br /&gt;- لكن أظن ان أمحوتب يا حبيبتى كان يأكل..و كانت زوجته حبيبته&lt;br /&gt;  تصنع له أشهى ألاطعمه.&lt;br /&gt;- لا أظن انك تخلط يا حبيبى بين أمحوتب و أبو شقره..&lt;br /&gt;- عيبك انك لا تقرأ كفايه فى التاريخ.&lt;br /&gt;- لقد قرأت و قرأت حتى جعت من كثره القراءة..&lt;br /&gt;و نشترى كنتاكى ف الطريق&lt;br /&gt;و نعود الى البيت،&lt;br /&gt;و تتمدد على الفراش و تسرح&lt;br /&gt;ثم تبتلع حبه فاليوم، ثم حبه ليبريوم&lt;br /&gt;و أحاول القتراب منها فتقول فى فتور:&lt;br /&gt;- سيبنى شويه.&lt;br /&gt;- مالك.&lt;br /&gt;- جوايا تعبان .. حاسه جوايل بكآبه و ضلمه و عتمه&lt;br /&gt;و ليل..الدنيا جوايا ضلمه أوى.&lt;br /&gt;_ أنا يا حبيبتى أنورهالك.&lt;br /&gt;فتنظر الىً نظره فارغه كأنها لا تعرفنى إطلاقا.&lt;br /&gt;و كأنى رجل لقيط التقت به صدفه،&lt;br /&gt;و أخذته إلى بيتها و قدمت اليه طعاما على سيبيل الإحسان ..&lt;br /&gt;و أن عليه أن يرحل و أن يعود إلى حال سبيله دون كلمه.&lt;br /&gt;و أقترب أكثر و أهمس فى حنان&lt;br /&gt;- حبيبتى أنا جنبك.&lt;br /&gt;- أنا عندى صداع يا توفيق ..أنا مش شايفاك&lt;br /&gt;  و لا شايفه حد.&lt;br /&gt;و أهتف فى أعماقى:&lt;br /&gt;يا نهار اسود عليك يا توفيق.&lt;br /&gt;و على بختك..ثم أعود فأحاول أن أتودد إليها.&lt;br /&gt;- أجيب لك كولونيا تنعش!.&lt;br /&gt;- سيبنى لوحدى..نفسى أقعد سنيين لوحدى..&lt;br /&gt;  سنين.. سنين..نفسى أحط الحمل اللى على كتفى و أنام.&lt;br /&gt;- حطيه على كتفى أنا&lt;br /&gt;- جوايا كلام كتير مش عاوز يطلع..&lt;br /&gt; كيانى مسروق منى..بدور على عنوان نفسى مش لاقياه&lt;br /&gt;  متهيأ لى أن مشيت ف الشارع الغلط.&lt;br /&gt;- أنا مش فاهمك.&lt;br /&gt;- أنا أخترتك من بين أربعين مليون أنسان&lt;br /&gt;عشان تصورت إنك حاتفهمنى و تحس بىً.&lt;br /&gt;- حاأحس بايه يا حبيبتى ده أنتى معيشانى ف ألغاز..&lt;br /&gt;  ده أنا بانام مع أينشتين.. أنا الدكتور ف الذره و الالكترون&lt;br /&gt;  و العلوم النوويه و اللى مسكت الالكترون مش قادر أمسك أفكارك.&lt;br /&gt;- نفسى نبعد عن بعض شويه يا توفيق.&lt;br /&gt;- نعم..؟&lt;br /&gt;- يعنى كده تسافرلك  كام يوم إسكندريه تغير جو عشان توحشنى شويه.&lt;br /&gt;- كمان.. أكثر من كده..ده أحنا بقلنا شهرين ماقربناش لبعض.&lt;br /&gt;- كمان شهر .. ميجراش حاجه.&lt;br /&gt;- ده أنا بقالى خمس شهور بقلك اعملى كيكه تبصى لى كأنى باتكلم مالطى أو هيروغليفى.&lt;br /&gt;- ياه دنا نسيت خالص حكايه الكيكه ديى..عجيبه..اللاه يضحكك يا شيخ..&lt;br /&gt;- و كل ده و أحنا ف شهور العسل أمال بعدين حانعمل ايه..&lt;br /&gt;  ده انتى بتكلمى البيانو أكتر منى.. بتعرفى عن فطور شوبان و مزاجه الشخصى&lt;br /&gt;  أكثر من اللى بتعرفيه عتى.&lt;br /&gt; كل يوم برجع تعبان بعد يوم مرهق من الشغل المتواصل ف العمل&lt;br /&gt;ألاقيكى يتقوليلى عندى انغلاق ذاتى و تقلص نفسى و انكماش روحى..&lt;br /&gt;اجى المسك تقوليلى.. سيبنى شويه..حاسه الشمس بتغرب جوايا..&lt;br /&gt;عاوزه أموت..أتلاشى..&lt;br /&gt;و مره تقوليلى حاسه سقف عقلى وقع،&lt;br /&gt;و ان جدران قلبى اتهدت..&lt;br /&gt;و فيه حاجه بتسوينى بألارض..&lt;br /&gt;و مره تقوليلى..&lt;br /&gt;العصافير بتغنى ف صدرى ..&lt;br /&gt;عاوزه كل الرجاله يبوسونى،&lt;br /&gt;و أشد شعرى من الجنون فتقوليلى:&lt;br /&gt;- ماهو كل الرجاله يعنى انت يا حبيبى..&lt;br /&gt;  من امتى أنا حبيبك و انتى عايشه ف فلك و أنا ف فلك..&lt;br /&gt;  توصلنى منك كلمه بالتلكس و تضيع ألف..&lt;br /&gt;أنا وحيد يا شهيره..وحيد.&lt;br /&gt;- أمال احنا ف حضن بعض ازاى.&lt;br /&gt;- ساكنين بالصدفه سوا ف نفس الشقه ف الدور الثانى على النيل.&lt;br /&gt;  و بنبص احنا الاثنين للسقف.&lt;br /&gt;- بالضبط هو ده الشىء الوحيد اللى مشتركين فيه ..&lt;br /&gt;  للدرجه دى ممن يتغير الناس..امال فين الدموع و الآهات..&lt;br /&gt;فين أغانى الحب..كانت معزوفه بيانو..&lt;br /&gt;عمود شعر فى صحيفه يوميه اتقطعت مع الايام و بقت ورق تواليت..&lt;br /&gt;ساعات بحس ان مش بس لازم نبعد كام يوم..&lt;br /&gt; ابدا ده احنا لازم نتعرف على بعض من جديد..&lt;br /&gt; لازم نقابل بعض صدفه ف الصالون الاخضر،&lt;br /&gt; واعزمك على شاى ف جروبى و اسالك على نمره تليفونك..&lt;br /&gt; و اقولك اسمك ايه يا مدام.&lt;br /&gt;- صحيح فعلا.&lt;br /&gt;- احنا مش متجوزين يا حبيبتى..احنا متطلقين جداز&lt;br /&gt;- صحيح فعلا متطلقين.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;و هكذا طلقت الثقافه الرفيعه و الدكتوراه و الماجيستير ف الكورل و الهارمونى التحفه الجماليه..&lt;br /&gt;د.شهيره سرور..لأنى لم أعرف ماذا تريد و لا ماذا تحب و لا ما يرضيها..&lt;br /&gt;ظننت فى لحظه ان اقصى املها ان تعيش معى..&lt;br /&gt;فلما عاشت معى رأيتها تهرب منى و تعيش فى غيبوبه الفاليوم..&lt;br /&gt;و تنطوى على نفسها حتى تشبه قوقعه حزن.&lt;br /&gt;و شككت فى عقلى و تفكيرى و عدت أشد شعرى من الوحده و البؤس.&lt;br /&gt;يا ساده يا كرام..&lt;br /&gt;أنا أبحث الآن عن بائعه فجل أو بائعه جرجير..&lt;br /&gt;مجرد انسانه على الفطره لأتزوجها و أعيش معها على الفطره البسيطه&lt;br /&gt;التى خلقها الله.&lt;br /&gt;امرأه تنظر الى زوجها على أنه ربها&lt;br /&gt;و تغسل له رجليه و تطهو طعامه،&lt;br /&gt;و تشاركه مشاركه التؤم فى كل ما يشركها فيه دون جدل.&lt;br /&gt;امرأه تنظر الى كل ما ينطق به زوجها على انه سماوى و مقدس،&lt;br /&gt;و تحبه لأنها لابد أن تحبه و ليس لأن عندها انفتاحا ذاتيا و انغلاقا استبطانيا،&lt;br /&gt;يا ساده يا كرام أنا أعلن على الملأ&lt;br /&gt;أنى رجل رجعى و بدائى..&lt;br /&gt;و أرى للأسف الشديد&lt;br /&gt;أن عصر الرجل أنتهى!.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113688210050024890</id><published>2005-12-12T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:35:00.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>لعبه اسمها حياه"من مخطوطاتى القدييمه"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/sadgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/sadgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;غرض للحياه..&lt;br /&gt;غرض من الحياه&lt;br /&gt;حاقول ف الجون بصوت عالى&lt;br /&gt;حياتى متلخبطه من اسبوعين فاتوا تقريبا&lt;br /&gt;فوضى حقيقيه&lt;br /&gt;حتى الافكار آه منها&lt;br /&gt;وكمان علالمات الاستفهام&lt;br /&gt;وصلت من فتره لفكره جزئيه&lt;br /&gt;كنت فاعده ف وسط قرايبى&lt;br /&gt;و فاتحين الكمبيوتر&lt;br /&gt;بيفرجونا شويه حاجات&lt;br /&gt;و جابوا حوار محمود سعد مع عبير صبرى&lt;br /&gt;بالنسبالى&lt;br /&gt;فكرتى عنها&lt;br /&gt;كانت انسانه سخيفه مبتذله&lt;br /&gt;عارف لما تحس انك ظالم؟؟&lt;br /&gt;عارف لما تحس بذنب و خزى فظيع و كسوف؟؟&lt;br /&gt;و انك نفسك تقول للى قدامك&lt;br /&gt;آسف حكمت عليك يا غريب بالمظاهر&lt;br /&gt;وانا معرفكش&lt;br /&gt;معرفش الجوهر الروح الانسان&lt;br /&gt;يااه الشويه اللى شفت فيهم الحلقه دى&lt;br /&gt;لغبطولى دنيتى و افكارى و احاسيسى&lt;br /&gt;و صحوا حاجات كتير و اسئله اكتر&lt;br /&gt;و اجابات مفيش غيرها&lt;br /&gt;و مع ذلك مش لاقى الحل&lt;br /&gt;انت ف حيره&lt;br /&gt;و اخريتها&lt;br /&gt;ليه عايشيين؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه بنتولد؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه بنكبر؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه بنحب؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه بنرتبط؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه بنتجوز؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه بنخلف؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه طبيعه الدنيا كده!&lt;br /&gt;ليه لازم و ليه مش لازم؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه فيه خير؟؟&lt;br /&gt;و ليه فيه شر؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ليه و ليه و ليه؟؟&lt;br /&gt;مبيخلصوش ابدا&lt;br /&gt;و ف وسط كل ده&lt;br /&gt;بيرجع الواحد يبص على نفسه تانى&lt;br /&gt;ما هو مافييش فايده من الهروب&lt;br /&gt;حتى و لو بصوره عدم التفكيير&lt;br /&gt;حبس الافكار محاوله خنقها&lt;br /&gt;ايه دنيتى&lt;br /&gt;فين انا&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;اسئله اجابتها بتقول&lt;br /&gt;" و ما خلقت الجن والانس الا ليعبدون"&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;ياترى الاجابه ممكن تكون وراها مليون علامه استفهام؟؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انا عايزه ايه؟؟&lt;br /&gt;طول عمرى باقول&lt;br /&gt;مش عايزه&lt;br /&gt;مش بحب&lt;br /&gt;طب انا عايزه ايه&lt;br /&gt;ايه الكيان ده&lt;br /&gt;فين دنيتى&lt;br /&gt;ليه الحنين ده&lt;br /&gt;الاحساس ان فيه&lt;br /&gt;بنى آدم جوه محبوس&lt;br /&gt;روح طاقه حياه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;اخترت اكون ايه؟؟&lt;br /&gt;اذا كان حياتى بقت&lt;br /&gt;ف وسط بحر صاخب&lt;br /&gt;وانا زى القشه&lt;br /&gt;بيخدنى الموج و يودينى&lt;br /&gt;ريشه ف مهب الريح&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forest Gump"&lt;br /&gt;مين منا مشفش الفيلم&lt;br /&gt;انك تعيش زى فورست&lt;br /&gt;انك متعرفش&lt;br /&gt;و لا انك تقف و تفكر&lt;br /&gt;و تعرف&lt;br /&gt;مهما كانت المعرفه مؤلمه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;قلت مش عايزه اكون شريك&lt;br /&gt;مقدرش اكون جزء&lt;br /&gt;و شفت طريق طوويل قدامى&lt;br /&gt;لازم اقطعه لوحدى&lt;br /&gt;وحده فراغ حياه فاضيه&lt;br /&gt;باقول لازم اعمل حاجه&lt;br /&gt;اديها كل حياتى&lt;br /&gt;هدف معركه لعبه&lt;br /&gt;بدل لعبه الجواز و الشركه&lt;br /&gt;لعبه كبيره تعوض كل ده&lt;br /&gt;بس هيه ايه؟؟&lt;br /&gt;و انا ف دراسه مبحبهاش&lt;br /&gt;و ماخترتهاش&lt;br /&gt;و مجال بعيييد اوى اوى&lt;br /&gt;انى افكر انى اشتغل فيه&lt;br /&gt;و بعييد&lt;br /&gt;انا بامشى ليه؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ايه الفايده ف علم مبينفعش صاحبه&lt;br /&gt;و مش قادر يفيد بيه غيره؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ايه الفايده ف حياه بالشكل ده؟؟&lt;br /&gt;و رنت ف و دانى&lt;br /&gt;كتيير اوى&lt;br /&gt;كلمه عبث عبث عبث&lt;br /&gt;لغايه ما كنت على شفا&lt;br /&gt;انى اصرخ&lt;br /&gt;لا لا لا&lt;br /&gt;مش عبث&lt;br /&gt;انا متاكده نم كده بس الاقى ضوء&lt;br /&gt;الاقى طريق&lt;br /&gt;و سكه&lt;br /&gt;و اتعلم ازاى استخدم المجاديف&lt;br /&gt;املا حياتى&lt;br /&gt;بحياه بجد&lt;br /&gt;و ناس كتيير&lt;br /&gt;ميخلونيش احس انى وحيده&lt;br /&gt;او انى ندمانه على اى شىء&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الخوف من المجهول&lt;br /&gt;ساعات بتخلى الواحد يمسك بأى شىء&lt;br /&gt;أو أى انسان&lt;br /&gt;بس ده ظلم للى قدام الواحد&lt;br /&gt;لما تكون واخد قرار&lt;br /&gt;مقدرش اقول مش حاحب&lt;br /&gt;لاننا بنتنفسه و من غيره نموت&lt;br /&gt;لكن انك مش حتربط نفسك&lt;br /&gt;برباط القلوب الصغير ده&lt;br /&gt;ولا ابدا تربط غيرك و حياتك بيه&lt;br /&gt;انك قافل على قلبك باب&lt;br /&gt;مفتاحه معاك&lt;br /&gt;و تلاقى عابرى السبيل&lt;br /&gt;بيخبطوا و عايزيين يفتحوا الباب&lt;br /&gt;او عايزينك تفتحه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ساعات بتتنازع معاك حاجات&lt;br /&gt;انك ممكن تساعدهم و تسمعهم&lt;br /&gt;و تداويهم بس&lt;br /&gt;مش زى ما هما عايزين&lt;br /&gt;و انك كمان ساعات&lt;br /&gt;بتحس انك تعبت&lt;br /&gt;و محتاج تستريح&lt;br /&gt;وانك بكده انانى&lt;br /&gt;حتظلمهم معاك&lt;br /&gt;حتديهم امل زايل و زايف&lt;br /&gt;مش حقيقى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عشان متكونش وحيد&lt;br /&gt;حتوارب الباب&lt;br /&gt;و هم يقعدوا جنبه على&lt;br /&gt;امل انه يتفتح&lt;br /&gt;و ده مش صحيح&lt;br /&gt;عشان انت متحبش حد&lt;br /&gt;عمرك ما حبيت حد&lt;br /&gt;حب الرباط ده عمره مكان عندك&lt;br /&gt;متقدرش تحب كده&lt;br /&gt;و لا تتنازل ولا تدى اوى او تضحى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;انت عايز ايه بالظبط؟؟&lt;br /&gt;ايه الحكايه؟؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مليت حياتك بالفراغ و بالتفاهه&lt;br /&gt;عشان تبعد عن التفكيير&lt;br /&gt;خفت تفضل تفكر و تقف&lt;br /&gt;و تعرف و تنجرح&lt;br /&gt;بطلت كل ده&lt;br /&gt;و طوول عمرك مش بتتحرك&lt;br /&gt;لما اتحركت&lt;br /&gt;اتحركت زى الاعمى&lt;br /&gt;سيبت نفسك للموج&lt;br /&gt;بايديك رميت المجاديف&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لكن اللى ف الروح ف الروح&lt;br /&gt;انت مش حاجه تافهه&lt;br /&gt;مش ريشه ف مهب الريح&lt;br /&gt;فيه حاجات بتتخانق&lt;br /&gt;عايزه تعيش&lt;br /&gt;عايزه تتطلع للوجود&lt;br /&gt;فيه بحار قديم جواك&lt;br /&gt;لو اتفتحله الطريق&lt;br /&gt;حيجدف&lt;br /&gt;حيفتكر و يجدف&lt;br /&gt;و حيشق الموج العالى&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عايز تصرخ تهز نفسك&lt;br /&gt;نكسرله القيود&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فهمت حاجه&lt;br /&gt;ارجوك؟؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وست الورق لقيتها&lt;br /&gt;بقالها كتيير&lt;br /&gt;من ساعت ايام الدراسه!!&lt;br /&gt;ياه احنا بجد كبرنا&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113688210050024890?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113688210050024890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113688210050024890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113688210050024890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113344054433201223?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113344054433201223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113344054433201223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113344054433201223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113344054433201223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/wake-with-music-in-air.html' title='wake with music in the air'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113269297886193197</id><published>2005-11-22T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:49:10.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>مين مش بيحبها؟؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;الفتاة الفقيرة التي غنّت في الرابعة عشرة اصبحت رمزاً للبنان لا يفارق وجدان العرب... فيروز تطفئ شمعتها السبعين في عيد الاستقلال&lt;br /&gt;بيروت – عبده وازن الحياة - 22/11/05//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تطفئ المطربة فيروز اليوم سبعين شمعة، محتفلة بعيد ميلادها السبعين الذي يصادف عيد استقلال لبنان. ففي الثاني والعشرين من العام 1935 ولدت نهاد حداد في بيت فقير من بيوت حي «زقاق البلاط» البيروتي، من أب يدعى وديع، هو من السريان الذين هاجروا من مدينة ماردين، وأم تدعى ليزا البستاني. وإن ولدت فيروز او نهاد (اسمها الأصلي) قبل عيد الاستقلال الذي أُعلن في الثاني والعشرين العام 1943، فهي ما لبثت ان أضحت رمزاً وطنياً يلتقي حوله اللبنانيون على اختلاف مشاربهم وانتماءاتهم.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;قد تبدو سيرة فيروز الشخصية خارج مسيرتها الغنائية ضئيلة في وقائعها، فهي تزوجت من عاصي الرحباني في العشرين من عمرها منضمة الى الأسرة الرحبانية كزوجة ومطربة في الحين ذاته. وكانت اصلاً تعاونت مع الرحبانيَين عاصي ومنصور قبل الزواج، بين عامي 1949 و1955. وإذا كان حليم الرومي اكتشفها قبل عاصي وأطلق عليها لقب فيروز عندما كانت تغني في الإذاعة اللبنانية، فإن الأخوين فليفل، محمد وأحمد، كانا سبّاقين في تأليف اغنيات فردية لها وتلحينها، وبعضها أنجز في الإذاعة السورية وإذاعة الشرق الأدنى. ومن تلك الأغنيات التي باتت مجهولة او شبه ضائعة: «ميسلون»، «فتاة سورية»، «إلى سورية» وسواها. وقد يصعب تصور تلك الفتاة ابنة الرابعة عشرة، تؤدي منفردة مثل هذه الأغاني عبر إذاعات مهمة ومعروفة حينذاك في المشرق العربي.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عائلة الفتاة نهاد كانت من العائلات البيروتية الفقيرة، تقطن منزلاً تقاسمها إياه عائلة&lt;br /&gt;فيروز.&lt;br /&gt;اخرى، وكانت نهاد تسترق السمع الى «راديو» الجيران يبث اغنيات تلك المرحلة، فتحفظها وترددها. لا تخجل فيروز من حكايات طفولتها الحزينة والفقيرة، ويحلو لها أحياناً ان تقص على اصدقائها بعضاً من تلك الحكايات، ومنها حكاية الحذاء الذي يكون ابيض في الصيف ثم يصبح اسود في الشتاء، بعد ان تصبغه لتتمكن من انتعاله طوال السنة!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لكن السيرة الحقيقية و»العامة» تبدأ بعد زواجها وانصرافها الى الغناء والتمثيل في الأعمال المسرحية والسينمائية. وهذه السيرة لا تخلو من الصفحات البيض المشرقة والصفحات السود القاتمة. فالحياة التي عاشتها فيروز لم تكن مستقرة، وهي كابدت من الآلام وربما المآسي بمقدار ما عرفت من مجد وشهرة. لم تحظ بالألقاب الكبيرة والأضواء والتكريمات إلا بمقدار ما عانت من شجون شخصية وعائلية. ولو لم تكن فيروز من طينة نادرة لما استطاعت ان تصمد حيال العواصف التي هبت في حياتها. ابنها «هلي» لا يزال مقعداً يتنقل بين السرير والكرسي المتحرك، شاب وسيم ولكن لا يعي ما يحصل حوله، ابنتها ليال توفيت في عز صباها... هذان جرحان في روحها لا يندملان مهما حاولت ان تنسى. اما الخلافات العائلية السابقة والهموم التي واجهتها فهذه امور أخرى، ليس مناسباً تذكرها الآن.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;تعيش فيروز مع ابنتها ريما، متنقلة بين بيتيها، الأول في الرابية وهو البيت العائلي والثاني في الروشة. نادراً ما تخرج فيروز من البيت، وإن خرجت ففي طريقة شبه سرية، واضعة نظارتيها وإن كان الوقت غروباً او مساء، فهي لا تحب الظهور العلني بتاتاً. اما اصدقاؤها فيزورونها في منزلها، وكذلك مستشاروها وناشرو اعمالها وسواهم. حياة هادئة جداً، تميل الى ان تكون ليلية، فالسيدة فيروز لا يمكن الاتصال بها إلا بدءاً من بعد الظهيرة.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الليلة تحتفي فيروز بعيدها مع ابنتها وبعض الأصدقاء والصديقات الذين تأنس إليهم وتثق بهم. والعيد أليف وبسيط وبعيد من أي صخب إعلامي. لكنّ الإذاعات وبعض مواقع الإنترنت بدأت امس الاحتفال بهذا العيد وفي ظنها ان فيروز ولدت في الحادي والعشرين من تشرين الثاني (نوفمبر). وكانت مجموعة من المثقفين العرب اصدرت قبل شهر بياناً دعت فيه الدولة اللبنانية الى جعل يوم ولادة فيروز عيداً وطنياً. وهذا ما لا تحبه فيروز، هي التي تكره اصلاً الكلام عن الأعمار. وقد تكون على حق، فمن يصدّق ان هذه المطربة الكبيرة التي واجهت الزمن بصوتها البديع، واستطاعت ان تنتصر عليه حباً وحنيناً، لوعة ووجداً، اصبحت في السبعين؟&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article from elhayaht newspapersite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113269297886193197?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113269297886193197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>kafafes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/CairoNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/CairoNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" سأذهب إلى أرض ثانية و بحر آخر&lt;br /&gt;إلى مدينة أخرى تكون أفضل من تلك المدينة&lt;br /&gt;كل محاولاتى مقضى عليها بالفشل&lt;br /&gt;وقلبى دفن كالميت&lt;br /&gt;إلى متى سيكون فكرى حزينا ؟ أينما جلت بعينى ،&lt;br /&gt;أينما نظرت حولى بإمعان ، رأيت خرائب سوداء من حياتى&lt;br /&gt;حيث العديد من السنين قضيت وهدمت وبددت&lt;br /&gt;لن تجد بلادا ولا بحورا أخرى فسوف تلاحقك المدينة&lt;br /&gt;ستهيم فى نفس الشوارع وستدركك الشيخوخة&lt;br /&gt;فى هذه الأحياء نفسها وفى البيوت ذاتها&lt;br /&gt;سيدب الشيب إلى رأسك&lt;br /&gt;وستصل دوما إلى هذه المدينة&lt;br /&gt;لا تأمل فى بقاع أخرى ، ما من سفين من أجلك&lt;br /&gt;وما من سبيل .. ما دمت قد خربت حياتك هنا&lt;br /&gt;فى هذا الركن الصغير .. فهى خراب أينما كنت فى الوجود "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amwague.net/amwague/22/shakhsyet/1.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113269293522696349?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113269293522696349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113269293522696349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113269293522696349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113269293522696349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/kafafes.html' title='kafafes'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113242282498157165</id><published>2005-11-19T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:53:45.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends never say goodbye...or do they??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/BW1914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/BW1914.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113242282498157165?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113242282498157165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113242282498157165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113242282498157165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113242282498157165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends-never-say-goodbyeor-do-they.html' title='Friends never say goodbye...or do they??'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113217657018268681</id><published>2005-11-18T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T02:26:23.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>would i find it someday??...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/B2_62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/B2_62.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded street or a deserted square&lt;br /&gt;I’ll turn and I’ll see you&lt;br /&gt;As if our love were new&lt;br /&gt;Some day we can start again, some day soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the night&lt;br /&gt;Here come the memories&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Down in the foreign fields&lt;br /&gt;Not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Seems like eternity&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet afternoons&lt;br /&gt;Still capture me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;I still put faith in us&lt;br /&gt;We had it all and watched it slip away&lt;br /&gt;Where are we now&lt;br /&gt;Not where we want to be&lt;br /&gt;Those hot afternoons&lt;br /&gt;Still follow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Maybe years from now&lt;br /&gt;Or tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;I’ll turn and I’ll see you&lt;br /&gt;As if we always knew&lt;br /&gt;Some day we would live again, some day soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;I still put faith in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ofcourse lyrics for elthon jonn,from "road to eldorado" cartoon movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113217657018268681?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113217657018268681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113217657018268681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113217657018268681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113217657018268681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/would-i-find-it-someday.html' title='would i find it someday??...'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113227390391840211</id><published>2005-11-18T02:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T02:31:43.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Quotes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/girl%20praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/girl%20praying.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Integrate what you believe into every single area of your life. Take your heart to work and ask the most and best of everybody else. Don't let your special character and values, the secret that you know and no one else does, the truth-don't let that get swallowed up by the great chewing complacency."&lt;br /&gt;"Meryl Streep" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go."&lt;br /&gt;"T. S. Elliot"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place."&lt;br /&gt;"Nora Roberts&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113227390391840211?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113227390391840211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113227390391840211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113227390391840211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113227390391840211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/nice-quotes.html' title='Nice Quotes..'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113218592559701895</id><published>2005-11-17T02:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:55:37.933+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/200/mask.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لا تصالح &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ولو قيل ما قيل من كلمات السلام &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كيف تستنشق الرئتان النسيم المدنَّس ؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كيف تنظر في عيني امرأة .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;أنت تعرف أنك لا تستطيع حمايتها ؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كيف تصبح فارسها في الغرام ؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كيف ترجو غدًا .. لوليد ينام &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- كيف تحلم أو تتغنى بمستقبلٍ لغلام &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;وهو يكبر - بين يديك - بقلب مُنكَّس ؟ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;لا تصالح&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113218592559701895?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113218592559701895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113218592559701895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113218592559701895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113218592559701895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11856111.post-113218551404080501</id><published>2005-11-17T01:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:00:08.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lo7a w mawaal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/1600/zate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6220/978/320/zate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still go back to ur sketches,&lt;br /&gt;read ur "lo7a w mawaal"&lt;br /&gt;draw them for friends&lt;br /&gt;many times i find what i want to express in ur words and drawings&lt;br /&gt;i really wished to see u from close&lt;br /&gt;to talk to u, to learn from u.&lt;br /&gt;u are not there but somethings remains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11856111-113218551404080501?l=dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113218551404080501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11856111&amp;postID=113218551404080501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113218551404080501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11856111/posts/default/113218551404080501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dananeerthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/lo7a-w-mawaal.html' title='lo7a w mawaal'/><author><name>Dananeer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08617762348908989998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y116/biboo82/bibo/2141.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
