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really own you a great apology cause it's really very important in order to wake up in a proper way, that what I really think very important in order to wake up active and don't take that much time in order to walk up and in order to hear anything happening around you and in order to see your computer screen  and in order to deal with others around to communicate with others without the chock of being sleepy and very lazy indeed, I know that one cup of tea is not a problem that if it's really one, I in the normal situation far away from Ramadan and fasting when I open my eyes before washing my teeth and face, I put the boiler on in order to make the magical glass of tea that really is like a glass in front of my own eyes in order to see well and in order to be prepared to deal with others from silly dam people that  surrounds us every day in every where, we go through ,I think that is something we really have to get used to it as we could, cause they are really increasing everyday and also everywhere at home at work in the streets in all places around but what shall we do ?we really have to be that patient in order to deal and in order to be that calm and order to deal with others, I am really surrounded with a whole group of them specially at work, I don't know the problem in the people around or in myself as mai, I think I am not that bad or I am not an awful person in deed, I am a normal one with bad luck that is me that what I really think of myself but as I told you before I am not that social, I can't really mix with others that easily,  I have many colleagues but really they are dam and stupid too but really I am not that good in dealing with them, they are surrounding me from all directions, I can't run from them and also I can't hide, tell me what would you do if you were in my place??????????????      &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all of this laziness from where, I only know one thing,don't know all the night long I dreamed around thousands of bad dreams ,some dreams from my childhood others from my teenage,  I don't know what is really happening in my head and brain, I think my brain is very much boiled and after that was put in a mixer in order to be cut into little pieces, well I really wake up everyday as if I was in a war not sleeping in my own bed, as if I was really beaten up to death every single bone in my whole body is really in pain without knowing the reason what behind all of that , well I know that most of the people are in vacation now because of Ramadan and because of the bad weather we are dealing with in Egypt nowadays,but really its a very bad harsh period for us all,that is the reason why when we are in the streets in the early morning it's really empty as if we are in a desert or we are in the middle of nowhere, it was really very strange in the beginning then I really got used to it very much indeed,so really god help us in that all ,what I really want to say that its very difficult to wake up lazy and in pain and also as if someone hit you on the head with a hammer and not any hammer, it is a heavy one ,leaving you in between living and dead, that is what I exactly my feeling this morning and every morning,wake up in chock where does the energy and power goes, I really don't know where, I hope really I would found them cause I am really in a greet need of them in order to wake up in  aright way and could really do my job, that what I hope to find in the few days coming along pray for me gays and really searching very hard wish to find them soon,in order to be in shape and in order to feel as if i am really alive not in between you know what I will dig more and more deeper tell i really found it ISA.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-757828421314580128</id><published>2010-08-16T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:08:07.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY I HAVE MY DOLLS BACK PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;You know what my funniest days was as a kid, I used to play and smile a lot,I can't really ignore that,  I used to play by myself alone as usual,  I was very lonely person indeed, I used to play alone talk a little, really don't know the reason why? I guess I am not that social but I know that I was really happy ,with my toys with my life with my loneliness too,am I that weird ,really I am kind of quiet person I love to hear a lot more then talk, and I can't get used to people fast,I take a lot of time to mix and mingle with others, don't know why but it's really an  action I took it very slow since I was just a kid, my mum told me that she used to take me to the nursery and she used to made me sit on a chair when she leaves and when is back she used to find me in the same chair as if she just left me 5 minutes ago not 9 long hours, I really find that very strange but I also got used to all of that, I loved my dolls my toys and I loved to took care of them a lot, and  I have a very strange attitude as a kid, I used to keep them for long time I didn't  break them or destroy them as all kids do, but also I found that a little bit strange too, any way that was the happiest moments in my whole life would you please give me my dolls 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/TGj2MrcN-UI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PvQeHs5sHDU/s72-c/1248304181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-5301497559154004991</id><published>2010-08-16T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:28:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMADAN KAREEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well all I know it is a little bit late,but really happy Ramadan to you all,really it is very harsh Ramadan indeed the weather is really awful, it had been very hot since it began but really god be with us, it is really very comic picture while we all are going back home from work if you really concentrated you will find that people are really like dead man's  walking on foot they are very sweaty and they are very untidy and they are looking very lousy, they are really very tired walking as if they are dead 2 or 3 days ago, but really I cant blame them, they are and I am with them feels as if they will die from thirst and from lack of food,  really I wasn't expecting that Ramadan will be that harsh, beside that everything really became double it's price,  its really an ironic thing to happen with that weather, what will people do toward that hot weather beside increasing of the price of everything, very odd indeed what is  really happening now, I really don't know whats wrong with everything but every year is really worse then the year before, don't know the reason of that, but its really happens every year, god with us all in all of that, it is really something weird to happen to us among all of that ,  fasting  and  hot weather  god help ussssssssssssssssssss all.       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Buy evrything...but my soul to be sold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;With a smile like silver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;a touch like gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;...like nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Like everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;like a word in apoetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;In a battle like sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Like a flying stone waiting to hit the ground anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can write like the sun after long dark night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Like the moon after sunset and no stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;like rivers , seas and oceans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Like nice soft smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;like tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;I can write like sword&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;and like kind hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;like the very deep truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;you can It is only for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1163296897643385208-5480080459383168416?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Everything is dark  as a night without a moon ,Do I dare to ask why ? Everything is just moving very fast as circle which has no beginning and have no end,Do I dare to ask why? Every time I put my feet on the ground I just realize its soft as sand dawning as cold deep water, Do I dare to ask why?Every time I look in front I found myself looking back,Do I dare to ask why? Every time I see the future I found myself living in the past ,Do I dare to ask why? Every time I look to the sun I found myself in a total dark,Do I dare to ask why ?Every time I felt warm  I found myself in a frozen bow,Do I dare to ask why?Every time I felt very happy I found myself in the bottom of sad ,Do I dare to ask why? Evey time I felt safe I found myself in waving in a mouth of a Dragon , Do I dare to ask why? Every time I felt very calm I found myself with thousands of voices and on the top of mad,Do I dare to ask why? Every time I found myself and felt  stable I found myself nodded among a lot of men,Do I dare to ask why? Every time I saw the light I found myself in the in the darkest point along,Do I dare to ask why?Every Time I ask people for directions they show me the wrong way to cross,Do I dare to ask why?Every time I felt I smell flowers I found myself  with onion rings , Do I dare to ask why? Every time I felt happy ever after I found myself  alone miserable with my own cats,Do I dare to ask why?Every time I felt I am safe in bed I found myself in the middle of the night fighting with wolfs,Do I dare to ask why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Do I dare to ask whyyyyyyyyyyyyy or spare myself the effort and shut my mouth without any reason to cry , any reason to grave, any reason to stay, any reason to leave, any reason talk, any reason to smile,any reason wake up in the morning feeling that bored. feeling that empty, feeling that hollow feeling that sad , Do I really dare to ask why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i all I re&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;ally missed everyone I know that it had been such a long time for me and for you too as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;well,but really life fulls of surprises and full of events as well, dont  know why am I back here but I guess I was a very good friend to my blog  and she was very good to me as well, and I missed her too and I just wanted to tell her everything in my life I really dont think there is new events in my life to told,but I will tell her as well what I really have in my life in the last period ,well I left my last job and searched for another one and finally got a new one, well I am not happy in my new job dont know why but really I cant mix with others there without knowing the reason why,but that is a fact there I know it very well,but really I dont have specific reason  I guess I became just like oil and vinegar just cant mix with others,that is really a fact I am not that happy with it but it really exist there  deep in the dark whole of myself, I guess blogy I returned to you worse then I left but I guess its really something out of my own hands with no reason at all ,but I guess I am a lier,I really had a lot of bad things in the last period I left you.now I am totally a alone I used to have one or two friends but now I dont have at all, I lost them in the crowd of life without knowing the reason why, but its really happened I know that I am really confused dont know the reason or why am I like that in the last days, but I guess its what happening now.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-2594856718955713411</id><published>2010-01-13T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:59:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And My Happeness Finally Completeted</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Well blogyi and my happiness completed and I knew just now that my partner will leave today to begin her delivery vacation and I will be totally alone from tomorrow, I know that will be really baddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd cause I will deal with all the department by myself and that will be a great responsibility for me, and this really came in a periode full of stress and problems already ,so I guess what a nice surprise for me ,I am really in shock since I heard the news, so I guess will be just a tough period, I am really tensioned and very stressed to deal with such load on my shoulders as I am really loaded with my stuff, and my own personnel problems, so Ii will just pray for myself although I know that I really need to pray a lot for myself cause I have a lot  of issues which really need a lot or praying, so its really difficult to deal with that all specially that I am really totally alone in all of that, with no one really to ease all of that or even share it with me, so I really decide to try to keep my own nervous in the fridge as it may be belong but really I am not that calm, but I really try to be that calm in order to deal with this huge amount of problems by myself, and alone too may god really help me to exceed this test alone specially it will be long very long test 3 or 6 months, I guess that will be very long on my nervous, I know that I will totally collapse at the very end, and I will not handle all of that by myself will pass this all in a good shape as I really wish that it could really happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-2594856718955713411?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2594856718955713411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-9169561179631878551</id><published>2010-01-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:19:23.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Have u ever felt that u don't want to talk cause u have no words that could express what u really feels , have u ever felt that u want to scream with a very load voice but u know that no one will hear ,have u ever felt that cold when all the people r around,have u ever felt that u lost ur smile in the middle of life crowdedness,have u ever felt that u r unsafe in a world full of men around ,have u ever felt that u r full of tears but really can't cry,have u ever felt that u want to be unborn child cause u really know what is waiting for u out there,have u ever felt that u r hungry but really didn't want to eat, having food u like in ur hands but its really tasteless there,have u ever felt that ur back cant be lifted cause its carrying a lot  with a heavy weight,have u ever felt that u want to talk but the words are healed makes u mute while u r in a great need to talk,have u ever felt that u r a stranger in ur own home ,have u ever felt sad and blue with no feels u so, or feels what u r really going through,have u ever have a family who care less about u,have u ever have a son who see u just a money collector no less no more,have u ever have no friends around and u r totally a stranger out there,need someone to care or share or do really have ears ,have u ever found someone really there,have ears to listen and have tongue to talk,have u ever have people around with no hearts inside or nothing at all,have u ever felt alone in a dark world black and white no colors at all,have u ever needed to see the sea cause it washes u up but have it ever dirt u more,have u ever felt that u full of anger full sadness,have u ever feels  lot of rage toward all, have u ever felt that joy and happiness is weired to have and strange to ask for,have u ever felt nice and silly in one second or more,have u ever hold ur dreams so tight then u let them go,have u ever feels that u r two or more,have u ever felt that ur life is empty and crowded too,have u ever felt u r the only one who dance and cry,have u ever felt that no one there,have u ever felt sweet and rune,happy and sad,white and black sweet in sward in the same second  this my life and this the issue I am talking about  and discussing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ever'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-8840700324700413888</id><published>2010-01-13T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:36:26.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Sad Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hi blogyi I am really sad today very sad my poor cat is really sick she has a hight temperature all night and shivering too, and she really don't want to eat a thing, I am very worried about her, I don't know,but I really think that she is dieing there, I really hope not cause I really love her very much,I took her to the doctor yesterday and he saw her and really gave her a lot of medicine, and I gave her the medicine with syringe but with no needle in it, but actually she cant swallow the medicine that good, and she is mewing in a very strange voice, as if she is crying or sad of something, I don't know, I really love that cat and hoping from all my heart that she will be well very soon, cause I will be very miserable if she died, cause I really think that she is the only creature that really cares about me, and really dealing with me in a very tender way, as if she really belong to me ,as if she is my own daughter, but I am really in a very bad mood ,cause she is laying there helpless under the blanket, I am really feeling that I am paralyzed seeing her suffering without having a single thing in my hand to do,I am really am helpless exactly like her, but after all i am not the one who is that ill so I am really not that happy with all of that its  a weird beginning to a day but what should I do, I have nothing to do have no one to talk to have no one to cry in his arms, have no one to hold me, and tell me that everything will be good and fine but really I am very depressed and I am feeling very sad, I wish I could really vanish or just evaporate from every where, as if I don't exist as if I am some kind of air or some kind of nothing out there, I am really hoping this with all my heart, I really want that but the bad thing really that I couldn't do that even if I tried a lot , its out of my own hand but I am just hoping for that to happen, I just hope that my cat will be just fine, and well soon and also I hope not to lose her cause I don't have no one but her in my whole life, she is the only one who really care about me that much, and also I love seeing her around, so just pray for me that she will well, I am praying for that from the bottom of my heart, and hope that this could happen very soon cause I really need her to stay  in my life, I have no one but her may be I am dumb or stupid but that what I am really feeling right now, and filling my heart with bitterness and misery   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/1163296897643385208-8840700324700413888?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8840700324700413888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-sad-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hi blogyi and good morning too, I am really tired this morning I just arrived to work, so I decided to talk to you before the day gets loaded as usual, really I missed u that much I had a lot today to do, so I guess it will be very busy day the most recent event in my life is that my mum left her house cause she is really upset from my dad, don't know why but it was really a very strange action from here, so I was really surprised but really pick me one action around us which doesn't make as really surprised, so I am really in shock but anyway she is a grown up person she can do what ever she really wants, so I left saif alone at home with the poor cat, I know that he will really toucher her that much and made her that hipper as  usual, I dont know but really I had to do that cause where will he go, he used to stay with my mum, but she left, so I guess its not that good but I will survive, I am really a fighter I know that, and I am really positive of that but I do fight all around me in order to be in its perfect shape, as I really wish it would really be, so its really good to be a fighter in order to be good in your life and to be not just good to be perfect as you really wish that you could be so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-5414835329120986942?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5414835329120986942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-fighter-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 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Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;what I really like the most is playing with color,I do like playing with colors a lot, I do like mixing colors with different degrees, I love it a lot, and also I love matching colors with each other, but really even if I like coloring very well, and like to mash well things together, as if its some kind of portrait as if a picture, and we are seeing it as white and black, as if it empty drawn without any colors and we just need to color it up in  beautiful way,  in order to show its beauty and show its shape we all know that colors do really show the the inner beauty of any shape, cause its really shade it with a very nice way, cause colors bring activity to any piece of work, it does I am really positive of that  very much, I really do love colors and coloring things up, I love it very much so I guess I adore painting after all, but the ironic thing that I can color and paint but really can't draw things up, so I guess its really weired that I cant draw, or I really draw as a kg2 kid but really adore coloring and adore mixing colors together with different degrees, so I am really a painter what a talent I really have, and I really love to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-3422843444438049803?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3422843444438049803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/playing-with-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 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Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;good morning blogyi I know that I am now a days on my blog that much but I really miss talking to u that much, u know why cause u r my only honest friend, I have,wish that I have a lot of friends just like u blogyi honest and true friends, I really wish that very much, cause I am really feeling very lonely out there u know, when I am going home everyday I sit by the window in transportations, I look around me asking myself that among all these people this huge number how come I am just feeling lonely am I crazy, am I? there are a lot of people around me in every area in the street its really full of people then why I don't meet the right people? why do I always meet the wrong ones, why do I really pick them up among all these people ,why do I choose the wrong people usual, why just need to know the reason, just to avoid it in the next time if there is really one next time, I know that my be I am not from the lucky ones whom really meets the right persons in the right time, but at least to stop being that dumb in judging  people around me, why am so dumb?is it some kind of gift or is it some kind of a drawback in my own character, why is that I know that its really strange what is happening to me now without any reason, or without any reason made believe that I really deserve that ,so I just look at the people faces searching for someone or may be something I don't know what or who it is? but what I really know that I am really still hoping that I have something good or someone good in my life, as some kind of a change and also I am really done from having a lot of bad people around me in all my whole life, as if that is very normal in my life, I really wish that this will change really soon, I wish it very much from all my heart, but I can''t really do it that easily, that what really made me feels very sad in deed, and also I know that the only thing that made me feels a little bet good is that jasmine soap, I used this morning cause its smell's around me everywhere, and I really love jasmine very much I always dreamed of having a house with a garden all around and full of roses and jasmine and nice colorful flowers around me every where, and with a lake in front and with a nice white spots which is lightening that lake at night with the moon light reflecting its light on that lake, creating very nice  view I would pay my life for living out there and having that view in front of me when I wake up everyday that's one of my dreams I really hope that it will come true very much ,cause it will really makes me feels that happy, and I really wish that I will feel that happy one day, I guess that no one deserve to be that unhappy and, also that no one just love to be that miserable, everyone wants to be happy and full of happinessa and joy ,but I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; guess not everything the person is dreaming of could really come true  . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-3289460088965454959?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3289460088965454959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-looking-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/8547845909370881507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/8547845909370881507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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year is very bad in deed and I know that it will be very long and ugly too so I guess I am very stressed because of saif's exams, but I know that everything will be ok, I really hope that this period really finishes up,  I really wish that very much and also I am not that well cause I had a lot of problems really every where, at home and at work and also on the net, I am really feeling very bad from chatting, and I am really thinking very much of quieting chat cause really I had a lot of bad people from over there, and that really made me very upset and very mad too, and very depressed too, a lot so I really decided to stop it for a while in order to calm myself down cause I really need that very much, I need to have some quietness with myself and ,also with my soul and with all things around me, I am really not that happy I had seen enough from a lot of people I really don't know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Chat'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-2447334000993944160</id><published>2010-01-06T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:06:16.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hi again i know that it had been long time since I really wrote anything in you, that cause I had a lot of things to do in the last period of my life , don't know time really passed away, as if it had been just one second or less, but really thanks god that it really passes away, I really moved from my flat again, yes I did without a reason from me, my landlord just wanted me to move out that was the only problem, and I did moved from the six floor to the fourth floor ,but it really didn't matters to me, I felt as if its really the same up there or down here, I really don't know all the same from my point of view without knowing why, anyway I did something new in 2010 as they says you must try to do something new for the new year, wellI did and had done my share for the new year  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-2447334000993944160?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-7005073090151331271</id><published>2009-12-09T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:27:38.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mood Rabena Yoster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;what 's up I think that I wake up this morning in a really good mood, and that is really strange but I am really happy with that very much,thanks god for that day, I really think that cause today is Thursday, I really love it very much, and also cause I go out on it,as my free day , so Ii guess its my favorite day in the whole week,I guess this is the reason behind being in a good mood today ,its really nice to wake up happy feeling free that is really nice, cause its really don't happen to me a lot but when it really happens I really become on the top of the whole world, I am really glad that I am in that mood, and I really hope it last for ever and  hope it will stay with me all day long, that what I really likes a lot, I know that is really difficult to keep this mood at work ,cause problems keep happening to me, but really I will try with all my best just pray for me, that this mood will last with me for very long very very long time, I really wish to be that cheer up always ,you just feel that you are really want to fly up hight without any wings that is nice in deed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-7005073090151331271?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-4522104223320601675</id><published>2009-12-01T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:05:12.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For The Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi blogyi,I wonder why?really I don't know why?people always search for the perfect but why do they really think that this perfect really exist, that is really strange,cause its really don't exist what so ever I know that  cause I really used to be one of those who are looking for that perfect,I searched and searched a lot then I suddenly stopped thinking, cause I really realized one thing that nothing is perfect what so ever I really knew that very much ,including me some people really think that I choose my nick name no angels on earth cause I do think that I am the only angel on earth,or cause I am really consider myself as an angel,I am not I am just a human being I used this nick name not because I am  an angel but to remind myself that there are no angels around, stop please searching for them, they really don't exist around on earth, so I really used it as some kind of a reminder for myself, but also life dont give us all things really want, that cause we are not really in heaven, we are on earth, so we must really suffer a lot in it, cause this is life we had really to suffer a lot and to have a lot of problems around us filling our whole life with it that what really happening around us, but really that is the truth around us all, I wonder why do  they really except the perfect, the perfect world who really doesn't exist what so ever, that is the only thing I am really positive 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quietness around ,with no sounds what so ever as if it's really a house of the dead, but don't know the reason why I really love it to be that way, and also I feels very comfortable in it very much don't know the reason what ,I just feels that everything in there is just mine, and everything is around suits me a lot, as if they were really created to be the way, and with this order I know it and also feel it very much, since Ii moved there about one one month ago, so Ii know that I am not on the edge of happiness but I am feeling very comfortable as a change, that's what relief me deep deep inside, so it's really nice to have yourself a home, and your own privacy at that home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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/1163296897643385208-3029256821713023855?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-1177377253563465726</id><published>2009-11-21T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:19:40.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Well hi blogyi it was  really a strange weekend cause I had a lot of bad things  happened to me without knowing the reason of all of that, but its really strange cause it was after each other as if they are coming in order for such special weekend, so it was really a very nice weekend ,first I lost one of my very few friends I had cause I discovered after talking to him for a long time  that he really don't ask about me unless in his  spare  long time , he was dealing with me as some kind of a toy when he had  some spare time he asks about me, when is very occupied he totally forgot about me don't ask about me even for once, and that really made me felt very humiliated  in deed cause really I am not anybody's toy, I am a person with feelings and with a sensitive nature ,but really no one cares about that what so ever, and I also don't know what's the reason behind that, why do people turns into selfish basters, why is that I just saw it really strange but when I really focus  on it I found  it some kind of normal nowadays, so I don't know tell when I will be surprised with people actions, I must stop feeling astonshed by that, mai please stop tourchering yourself everyday just stop doing that to yourself ,then I really met a new friend this friend I really  liked him a lot and i had  very hight hopes for him as a person, I really don't know why but it was just a feeling, I really had it when I talked to him, but you know what my feeling was very wrong in deed don't why I guess the only reason behind that is that I really had hight hopes toward people I really don't know why or from where I bring this hope from where so i was really upset cause i were really very wrong in all my the  expectations toward him, and also I went to get my son back from my mum's house imagine what happened with him too , he really refused to come with me cause he told me that he want to play with his friends in my dad's store, so he refused to come with me and told me that he will stay at mum's for all  holiday in order to play and have fun ,so I will stay alone for a while at home a lone with my little kitty, I hope that she will not decide to leave me too,as my own son ,and my collage at work was very ill recently, so she had to take a vacation around 15 days and I had to carry all her work out alone and this is very heavy stress on my nervous, my poor weak nervous ,also my mum is really upset of me cause I leaves saif there and won't agree to stay there with him, cause really I don't feel that comfortable there but it really the truth, I can't deny  it ,also saif had got very bad marks in his exams and that really disappointed me very much and made me felt very down and stress, so I guess  all of that combined together to  destroyed me and made me felt very low self steam and really disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-1177377253563465726?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1177377253563465726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/strange-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well I am  really sad for Egypt,it was really a very hard shock for her and for every Egyptian too,I were really disappointed cause of yesterday match, I know that I weren't the only one who felt that way, but really I don't know why all of us were really excepting that Egypt will win that match ,we really had a very hard hit on the head as if someone really took a gun and really shot all the country in the head, all people around including me feels deep shit, and all of them are really sad and upset feeling very down, and really a very upset, so I guess we cant say but really hard luck Egypt, and we really wished that we had really won the match ,so it is really a very bad thing to  describe,I am really some kind of speechless and feeling very very very low self steam, but really I know that this bad feeling will take it's time and will go away ISA, and we all will be fine soon ISA. 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href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-really-am-sad-for-egypt.html' title='I AM Really Am Sad For Egypt'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-9159077693369717502</id><published>2009-11-18T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:30:43.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;'/><title type='text'>Something Really Wrong With me</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well blog really I dont know, I really woke up this morning feeling very lazy in deed without knowing the reason of that, I really felt that I want to do nothing except sleeping in bed all day long without any reason of that, as if I were really beaten up to death by some kind of monster, and also don't know the reason what or why, but that was my feeling when i really got out of bed today, I were really very lazy to take off my cover and stand up out of my own bed, I guess I just wanted to get out of this mood ,but really I couldn't do that to myself,I felt as if I really wanted to be left alone all day long without even speaking to anyone around me even for saying good morning, that is really strange cause it is without any reason what so ever ,but really I am not that well this morning, so I guess I know that today is Thursday, and I really used to get out in it as some kind of breaking down the rotten of the week, that is what I try to do every weekend, but even going out also is very heavy on me today, I don't know why is everything seems that difficult even standing up from my chair at work ,so I guess I will go home today after work without going any where, cause I really don't feel like going anywhere today ,so happy weekend laying down in bed with my sweet kitty cause saif is at his grand 's house so really don't know what's wrong with me hoping that what is really wrong will end soonnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-9159077693369717502?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/9159077693369717502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I SOMETIMES wonder what my dream is ?really I don't have one what so ever,so I decided really to find what is saif's dream, so I really find it so simple, he is really dreaming of having a cat, I know that he is  really dreaming of getting it cause he is  really a lonely child, we are really living a lone and that is not that easy on a 9 years old child, so I really decided to make his dream come true cause its really nice that someone really care to makes your dreams come true ,that is really nice thing that you had someone who really care about you as a person and about your dreams come true as a whole, so I guess saif is very lucky to have me, anyway  I am just kidding,so I decided to buy him a cat in order to made him happier that is  what I wanted to do for him,so I bought him one nice kitty, it is really three colors white black and orange too, it is really nice one but she is really very naughty one, I guess she loves to play, I guess she is a baby too as saif ,that what I really think so, I was not that happy when I got it cause its really some kind of responsibility, so I bought it and I wasn't really that happy with this design, but I really did it for saif sack's, I really love to see his smile ,and and also to see him that happy, anyway I bought it, but  I realized one thing you know what that it's  not that bad  after all, I don't know but I really felt that it is nice, cause she really liked me a lot, she is like a litle baby she sleeps in my hug and she really clumb me up in order to sleep between my arms, she is depending on me in order to eat and in order to drink and in order to do everything, its nice to really feel that you are really important to someone, he is really depending on you to do everything, and that he is really attached to you to really do all things, that is really a great feeling to feel a  life and nice to feel it, even with an animal that what I really find that is really a marvelous feeling to live it  even with some kind of an animal ,I JUST  now knew why they decide to live with animals when they are living alone, that  is why cause the animal satisfies the feeling of need inside them cause everyone feels with his important from the need of him from others need of him, when they are really in need for him ,so very good and healthy too to feel your importance to others in your life so I am really glad to feel that even with a cute  little animal like lucy, my son named her that and I am really happy that I really could made him felt happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-2032037579857741782?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' 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finish this step in a right way ,without any mistakes what so ever, so I guess that was very hard to do ,but thanks god I really did it, and I really manged to move from my parents house with no damages what so ever, so I guess its really nice that I finished this step without any problems what so ever, specially that I had a lot of problems in my  parents house before I leave it so I had really to leave it before theses problems got bigger and bigger ,so I know that I finally finished everything up,so its really nice to end it in a proper way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-3106222295698336122?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/3106222295698336122/comments/default' title='Post 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responisblety for myself and also for my son but really I will go today and will try to finsh that all today, cause I dont have any hoildays this week ,what I really want is to finsh the moving from my mum quickley nice and easy, cause I am really feeling that this step is really standing on my heart and feeling that I want to get rid of the period that is what I really need to do ,but at least we will get our saleries on sunday when we really got payed, I will have enought money to move and buy some of the things which is I really need ,that what I am really postive of it very much, I know that when I finsh that up I will feel very comfortable and relaxing too,and that what I am really hopping to get through, pray for me all to finsh that up, and to move safe and fine without any problmes, what so ever ,I am really hopping that happens from the bottom of my heart .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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my own apartment, finally I am free for a change, I know that its really a nice thing that you had your own flat to go where ever you want ,to sit however you want, to stay as you really want ,and as you really wish to do what ever you really want to do ,that is what I am really happy about, cause I am really missing this very much,and I want really to be free from now till for ever, I know that , I am postive of it very much, and also I know that saif also will be very happy, cause I really promised him that I will bring him the cat he wants throw all his life, that what I really want ,so I know that he is really happy with our moving cause my mum never let him have a cat or a pet with any kind ,that what I am really postive of ,so I know that he wanted a cat very much, so he really wanted to do anything in order to have it actually he is now counting days, this in order to buy a cute nice cat ,and he really wanted to pick her up from the pet store, and he is very happy about it very much, and I am really happy that I am doing him somthing that really will makes him happy, I love to see his smile ,that what I want the most ,to make him happy and active, and also to make him shining as usuall, when I really saw him upset, Ifeels terriable, and I would like to make him really happy all the time ,but really sometimes it gets out of my hand without the otheratey of doing a thing what so ever, and the feeling of being paralized is really bad, specially when it is toward someone you really love cause in this moment ,you would do everything to do that in a very tender and nice way that how you can show him how you really love a lot, and how you really appereicate him and woreshep him a lot more then all the people around or in the whole world ,and that is the nicest thing in this case, that you really prefer him more then the others, and also will do everything for him, for just him that what I really like the most in this case .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that this step was really important to me ,I had to do it years ago, but really I didn't realize that I needed it very much since I was divorced for the secand time, it was really a hard step and really hard time ,but thanks god I really passed it safe and  fine ,but really I realized that I really had to made a home for myself ,cause I am not happy what so ever ,I know that I realized it very late ,but really I am very sure, I need it very much even they told me that  there is no need for that, you already come from work very late, and also no need for paying money in rent ,and to pay a lot of money in building a house from the zero point, that what I really thinked about at first, I really tried to do it very much, but I know that was really worthless in deed ,cause I am not really happy what so ever ,so I really finally manged  it with myself and really took the design to move out from my family house ,I know that it really wasn't an easy step to do ,but I am really fially free spirt at the very end, I am really happy that I really manged it, and also I am really happy that I could really do that in a good way really hope me luck cause I really need a lot ofd it in this peroid specially and in my whole life in deed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-7605592341295838479?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7605592341295838479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi blogyi hope you are ok, I know that it had been a while since I had wrote something in you i know that, cause I am really some kind of bored, beside I had really a lot of work to do as usuall beside saif is really sick he had a very hard cold which really made him very poor in deed, and I am really feeling very bad for him this really what Ifeels toward his COLD.but really I am not happpy cause he is really sick ,but it will pass I am very sure of it kind of posstive toward it hopping that he will be well soon cause even he is really nauty but I love him when he is really active even when I am yelling all day long in his face for his nauty actions ,but really when he is really ill I feels really awful toward him, so I hope that he is better and that he return back to his nature very soon isa .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sick'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-5437648317036291283</id><published>2009-10-12T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:54:02.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEALING INSIDE THE STORM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I GUESS its very strange to have a computer at work, cause Iusually don't have one prevet or one for my own, so its a strange feeling to happen,I know that it's very normal to all ,but not for me ,cause I dont have a computer at work, so it's some kind of nice to have it for a change ,so blogyi even it is really bad day but I am almost over it ,I am trying very much to get over this mess as I really can,even today is really full of work, I also learned a lot of things new things actually for me ,so I guess learning is a lot better then sitting without any work what so ever ,so sitting with a lot of work to do and with a lot of tention is really better then sitting with nothing to do what so ever, I love to work so that the day would really pass away very fast while working that what I really like very much to do ,and to happen too,so I guess it is a weapon but with two eadges cause working makes you really connect with people, and connecting really create a lot of problmes with them but not dealing with them makes you really stand frozen without learning or dealing with there problmes what so ever,so even with problmes I am happy to deal with people cause I am really learning something really new and important to in my work as a whole , that's what Iam really happy with ,SO it's good for me a lot to work in this situation which is kind of complecated but really it is easy to handle it while being directly inside it ,as a storm that you can imagine it and also imagine what you can do in it when it really comes, but it is really different from really being inside it ,and face it, face to face that's far away from imagining things out, or making a plain for something you didn't face or didn't even see it , it before or without putting yourself face to face with it, in a direct way that is the creation itself cause putting yourself in the situation a lot better then being a viwer from an outside point, I guess that is my point of view may be it is not right but I am really convenced with it very much cause I really tried it a lot, and I really discovered that, it's a nice stratigey to deal with things when you are in the middle of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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STORM'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-4198435175684039014</id><published>2009-10-12T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:51:18.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAW WHAT A NICE START FOR A DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAW what a start for such a nice day,really a wonderful day which started with fight.it is really nice,I just waked up in a nice mood just saying good morning to all surroundings,tries to begin a nice day with a smile as I try everyday ,but really something must really comes up to turn everything upside down,as if it didn't meant to be,to be just happy for once as if it's something not normal to be that way,anyway it was really a very bad way to start that way,but really I am not glad at all with this new day,and with with  this start too,so I guess it is bad start for an isuue in my blog too,but really as usual I am not that happy what so ever,so I decided to skip this subject and make myself as I didn't see all of that,as if I am really dreaming of something really not that good ,specially I waked up really early today around 4 am cause my brother was really ill and my dad had to took him to the hospital at dawn ,so it was really a busy morning full of silly things bad things ,don't know the reason behind all of that ,I guess it is some kind of normal thing to happen to me at anytime ,I wake up in a nice mood feeling happy ,I just find a thing to made me felt  bad deep down inside ,this what I am really feeling inside myself, but I guess this is really normal thing to happens so ,its ok if it really happened ,so I guess I am just feeling this shit deep inside cause I think that this lady or the office manger which really yelled at my face in an ugly way was a pretty bad thing to happen in the early morning,specially from this garbage lady which I really hate her a lot feels very bad towards her, as a person  in general,so I wanted to kill her or stab her in the heart,or just shock her with my own hands,for her talking way in talking to me,so the hell with her in general fuck her in deed .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-4198435175684039014?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/4198435175684039014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/7259663173061258921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/Ss9j7mO5NsI/AAAAAAAAATA/hnm5dukLh5M/s72-c/flower.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-5090083034822912953</id><published>2009-10-09T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:21:54.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A JOURNEY TO THE ZOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I HAD last week a journey to the zoo, cause Saif really insists that he really need to go out ,and he really wanted to have a journey to the zoo ,cause he really love the zoo and really love to feed the animals, and also love to see them, and also love to feed them with his own hands, so I tried to make him feels happy as a change, but really I Wanted to give him a journey as a change cause I rarely take him out cause, I am always tired from work, and from going out, so I always stay with him at  home in the holidays, and in any vacation, that is really me I am very lazy as concerning going out,I really prefer to stay at home more then really going out with him, or with anyone else, this me or the really Mai, I guess I am very traditional person, and a boring one too, that is the truth which I really love to confess it with my own tongue, and with my own mouth too, anyway I took him to the zoo he was really happy with this journey, he started and feed some animals and was really happy with this journey, anyway I really made him drew on his face cause he really love it very much, he drew a spider man on his face with colors, and was really happy with it then he asked me to buy him something from there, when I opened my bag I didn't find the purse, I searched in my bag the whole bag for it, I really couldn't find it anywhere I were really angry cause it really had all my papers in it, and that really means that I had really to make all the papers again ,and that means a lot of effort and routine places and employees, and that was very bad for me ,so I took him home and I were really sad and angry too, but really there were nothing in my hands to do, so I really sat on the bed and cried for hours with nothing to do except crying helpless , what so ever with a very bad mood in deed and nothing to do or think about ,Saif sat beside me with a very bad feeling in his eyes saying to me that he is really sorry that I were robed, cause he is the one to blame cause he was the one who really insists to take me out ,but really I felt bad for him and told him that it was really ok and it wasn't really his fault, and I really stopped crying for him, cause I really wanted him to stop blaming himself for me, I felt very bad about it, so I really stopped crying and hugged him and he really stopped feeling bad for me, that is the only result I got out from this journey to the zoo, I know that I really goes out a little or really rarely, but this accident made me really don't want to go out any more, cause I am really done with all of this shit, and can't take this anymore this is the end of the zoo journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-5090083034822912953?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/5090083034822912953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/5090083034822912953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/5090083034822912953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-zoo.html' title='A JOURNEY TO THE ZOO'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-5255125031983521119</id><published>2009-10-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:53:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT HAPPY WHAT SO EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;YOU know what I am not really happy about that, I will be really separated from my friends cause we will open a new branch for our company, it will be in el mohandesen ,so they will all join the new branch, but I will work in the old one, that is really what I am not very happy about, cause I know that I will be alone again, I were really happy with my new friends, and also hopped to stay with them, and that we all work in the same place together, but really will never happens , so I must really except this fact, I will really try to do that but really, I am not very happy with it at all don't know why, but it is the truth and I must really try to deal with this fact, this is what I am trying to do in this period, but really I am not happy at all with it, don't know why I am still feeling that I am totally a stranger in this new work, I am really try to be friendly and I am also trying to feel that I am in a place which is very familiar to me, but I really cant do this don't know why, I feels like there is a wall standing between me and between doing this, I don't know why but this is really the truth, I am really dealing with this fact now, I have some friends but I am still feels that I am totally a stranger for them, I cant really feel as if I am really  am home, or as if I am really happy, cause I am really not happy with this all, but I know that nothing really nowadays makes me feels happy, I also have a lot of problems at home, I had a fight with my mum,I really feels that I am totally a stranger in my own house, I live there and I sleep there as if I am in a hotel not more not less,I feels that I am really alone with no one what so ever don't know why is that, but really I am NOT feeling happy what so ever, the reason I guess is me, cause I am sad deep inside nothing can really change this fact, and the funny thing  is that what ever I do, where ever I go, what ever I eat what ever I had, I don't feel it what so ever, don't really know why, I really hate this feeling but its my own feeling, don't know how I can really describe it, but it is really the truth what so ever I am not happy at all  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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EVER'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-8055109974721730419</id><published>2009-10-09T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:47:08.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE JUST GOSE ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hi I know that it had been 10 days or more since I wrote a letter in you, and I know very much that you are very sad of me, but really it is not my fault what so ever ,the last days were very messy really I had a lot of stuff to do, so that I had to do them with all my strength, I had a course at work really this course was a long one it took all day, I started it at around 9 and finishes it around 5 pm so I had to have it all day, I really go home very tired in deed to find saif with tones of work too, homework and studying to do with him, I am the only one who really study with him his homework , so I had to do all the studying and homework to sleep like a dead person till six am in the morning really I am going in a circle, I know that I really had a spare time and I also love to work a lot but not like that I am really very tired, I slept yesterday from 9 pm till 11 and half am, this morning without feeling a thing what so ever, but the only thing I really love  that the day passes very quick by itself, but really it is a lot better then passing very slowly when I am staying at home doing nothing what so ever so, I know that it is very good for me . 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-747013302931114710</id><published>2009-09-29T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:47:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY SAID LIMITS JUST SUFFOCATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what I am really thinking about right now is doing something new to break down the ice in my borning life .is that ok that you really have ice of bordness in your life. is that really ok or is that not exceptable in our livies,I know that everything in our live has limits ,this limits are really important in order to arrange lifeI know that limits are really something not good ,cause it really suffocate some people makes them feels really not that happy, as if you are really putting a rope around their necks, that is not the job of limits ,limits even it's really very borning, but it helps us a lot in arranging our livies ,and in putting it together ,and also in putting a structure for your life as a whole I know that I may really seems very tradatioan in my thoughts and ideas ,I really know one thing that they are really important in our life ,if you really skip rules in it and start working without rules it will really be destroyed and will have really very ugly way of looking ,so I guess that in some things we must at least follow limits that really in order to a proper nice orgainized shape for yor charcter without rowaning everything ,and without doing things that really harm us more than being really useful for us ,so I guess that is the use of having limits out there in order to help not just to suffoacte us ,or not to really makes us feels very bad indeed ,or makes us feels that we can't really use them or at least deal with it, in a very simple way ,so please we must not really reject limits ,without understanding ,what are they really made for ,without thinking in their use or without thinking in the conclaution of useing them in our livise, so I guess it 's really good to think than rejecting without any perpice, so I GUESS try to use your brain in order to make these rules really helpful in yourllife as a whole AND TRY REALLY NOT IGNORE THEM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-747013302931114710?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/747013302931114710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-said-limits-just-suffocate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hi blogyi ,today is a very ruff day I cause my partner whose teaching me is really off, cause she is sick but really I am kind of confused but really its a confusing thing, so I guess I had to handle all things up in a proper way, and dont mess things up ,I had to be really calm and stiable in  order to do  that right without any problmes, or without anything wrong ,so I guess I am just nervous very indeed, so Iguess I am trying to be calm as poissible as I could with all my best, so blogyi please calm me down if you really can do that, it will be really nice  you todo so, if I guess I will be just ok, and you  know that very much, I guess its something could really happen to all of us when we really begun something new ,I know that it will go by time, this I am really possitive of  it very much, so blogyi ,I just want you to be there for me if you really can do that for me dear and I promise you, Iwill be just fine, and I will be as good as I can ,you know what I really started my deit two days ago, I lost one kilo I really dont eat ,and also I walks a lot hopping that it could really help in losing weight, as I really dreamed of, I really dream of the day I would be really be  a thin girl, I know that it will makes a big difference with me, cause its really my dream ,that I wanted very much to come true, cause it will makes me really happy, and also in a great mood, I really  know that very much, that what I am really positive of  it very much ,so I hope that you really wish me luck in this point specially, cause it's really matters to me a lot, it will really  makes a great affect on me and in also building a new character full of treast and self confedence that 's really what I am looking forword to do very much ,in order to do something good in my life something really positive, and also to build myself up in just a good a proper way, that what I am trying to do in this period of my life, so I guess blogyi I need very much to rebuild this gaps in my character in order to be really succeful in my life in general and in my work specially ,I am really trying to improve all these points to REBUILD EVERYTHING IN  MYSELF THAT  IT REALLY SHOULD BE IMPROVED AND ALSO IN MY WAY OY PUTTING EVERYTHING IN THE RIGHT TRACK &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-1774825847196465915?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1774825847196465915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/improving-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-2167880967220512265</id><published>2009-09-25T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:50:34.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE OF LEFTOVERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; you know what I am really done with leftovers, I really had a lot of leftovers in my whole life don't know why, I guess really it is my choice, I am the one who really pick them up with my own well, without any reason ,even this really makes me really suffer a lot, but I really prefer to have it that why without knowing really why is that, I guess Ii have a reason really deep deep down  inside, but really it's so strange, I do choose the people which I deal with, have a lot of obligations around them married have issues in their life without thinking that really could affect me in a very bad way, really not only affect me it really had a bad influence on me, and on my whole life around it ,also affect my mood and affect my needs, and affect all my desires,, affect all things in my life, but I don't really think about it in that way, I only think about it as if I just want to get them no matter from whom and no matter what is this person circumstances, what I am looking for even from a person who had his life and his needs and his surrounds, and I know that is very wrong indeed may be selfish too but really it’s out of my own hands, but really I don't calculate it that way, I am really looking for some things particular, I am just looking for care, I am just looking for share, I am only looking for a tender touch   without any benefit behind ,don't know why, but it’s really the truth, I never used someone to take something from him, I never ask for anything from anyone even from my ex husband, I REALLY HATE ASKING FOR SOMETHING EVEN IF I REALLY NEED IT VERY MUCH CAUSE I REALLY THINK THAT ANYTHING ASKED FOR AND JUST CAME IT'S REALLY WORTHLESS FOR ME , I am a very shy person that is my nature, so I guess  it is not my nature to use someone, or just to ask for from anyone, I just ask for care, I know that it's not right to search for care from someone really involved with someone,  or married one or a person with issues, but really I am not looking for a husband, I am just looking for a friend a special friend ,who can really give me all the care I am really asking for, all the tender I need from this world, this  is what I am really looking for, this is what I am really digging for hopping to find  it someday, so Ii guess that is not too much, but I really dig in the wrong places to search for it ,but it’s really a thing  I can't hold myself from doing it, it’s really out of my own hands, I know that it’s not right to do so cause it really hurt me in the very end, but really I don't mind being hurt in order to find what I am really searching for or just a piece of it, I guess it’s not right I know that but I know that when I really find a piece of it , I really became very happy indeed ,and really it made my whole life better better in my mood, and better in all, or just better only some parts of it,  I really smile from my heart, I really find that I got younger, I really find that I really turn to a happy person colored one with a lot of colors, after being just black and white, I know that I really stopped chatting long time ago, but I really can't do it anymore I am now back to chat don't know really why but it really what happened I am back to digging again without any reason without any well to stop that, I just will keep on searching hopping to find what I am really looking for, but really when I  find it AND  THOUGHT THAT I AM HOLDING WITH MY OWN HANDS , I realize after a while that it was just an illusion, nothing but an illusion, it is really a bad feeling makes me full of bitterness, I feels that everything really loses its taste, and really I go through a sad period with a lot of disappointing and despair , but although I suffer a lot I am still searching and I will not stop tell I really find it finally, but the only thing I am really positive of it that when I really find it even it is also some kind of leftovers, I will really know his value and will never let go that ease, cause  I were really tired in searching, and I will put it inside my own eyes,  and will really keep safe and good inside my own heart, don't know why but I guess that is really what I am really looking for caring tender touch from someone who really care from deep inside ,and to really appreciate me as a person not any person as a special person with all his heart, I guess I am not done till this moment ,I am searching and will keep on searching till I really find that or die,  I know it’s out there somewhere looking for me too and also feeling sad ,that he is alone just like me but I really have faith that he is out there looking for me full with desperation from really finding me, as I am looking for him, so I am just telling him, I am there and tell we meet, life will just go on tell god welling says so THAT FINALLY WE HAD TO MEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1163296897643385208-2167880967220512265?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/2167880967220512265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/done-of-leftovers.html#comment-form' title='1 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HEART OR NOT MIXING WITH DSISAPPOINTING AND DESPERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;I really don't know why is  it  so strange that you feel that you are really a complete stranger, don't know why its so difficult to mangle and mix with others, it is really strange ,and if that rarely thing happens, you  feels that it's not true, it is just some kind of a dream, its really a strange feeling that you  feels that it is not a real thing it is just a fick ,and I wonder why do we really felt it?so I guess we feels strange in both cases, if you really mix with someone and came nearer and nearer, but I guess when this happens you are really putting one leg in front and the other behind, so as you don't get nearer and nearer, so I guess its not cause you are just a cowered, but its really cause you are some kind of afraid, afraid to get attached to someone really doesn't appreciate you, or your care, as if he is really some kind of a stone you are really try to make this damed stone talk to you, and feel you deep deep inside how come you  are  really convinced that you can make such a thing , that is the dumb itself you are trying to to do , believe me , are you really convinced that you can do that and if you are really convinced with it , means you are really over estimating yourself and giving yourself more then you really deserve or you are just a dumb person who cant really think in a straight way what so ever , so I guess that is really wrong, I guess you must really evaluate yourself in a right way, that what I really think you must really try to that with your  own hands really try to know yourself better, and really try to be sure of your capiplities to evaluate  yourself in a right way, and to put yourself in its her right poison inside the frame ,that  really fits her, I know that its really easy to say and very hard to do, but really I know that must happens in order to deal with yourself in a proper way, and to really put her in the right poison which really suits her ,so I know that will be really right thing to begin with ,when you deal with yourself in a very proper way  that will be the right way to deal with people, cause you really don't have hight self steam and you really know what really you can do, and what you really cant do ,what so ever ,you are not a magician you' re a person dealing with others, you really cant change other to deal with you, but you can really fix yourself to deal with others, even it will be really hard but its really possible but changing others is really some kind of craziness, that will happens when you really can mix with others , when you  cant you will feels that you are really different from the whole world, as if you are  created from other mud, not the same kind of them, its really strange that you feels that you are with others as oil and vinger just cant mix, even with hard tries and with million times of trying, you really fails with a lot of disappointing and a lot of desperation     from yourself and with a lot of self pity toward yourself  ,so I don't know what is really better mix with a broken heart  or don't mix with disappointing and despere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-8691711789906918991?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8691711789906918991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/mixing-with-broken-heart-or-not-mixing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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there I just finished my work at at home, I cleaned it up, and made breakfast for all I guess now is my rest time, and I am really happy cause really they are all going out out today having lunch out at my sister's house, so I guess today is free, I am really glad, I just need to relax and enjoy my day alone, I know that I really love feeling alone, that is really my hobby being alone relaxing without anyone calling my name or asking me about anything,  or asking me to do anything ,but really I am so glad they will go out in an hour and I will be the princess and the queen of of my own empire ,i know that I don't really do anything different but I really love to feel that way alone out there to do whatever you really like to do even to sit down frozen without talking or doing anything at all ,I guess I am a little weird but weird better then normal cause  I really hate noise and crowded places, I do enjoy silence and calm atmospheres that is me, I know that seems strange, but I really love it that way even with saif around it is a kind of impossible request to ask for, but I really try to do it as I can as it could possibly happiness, so I guess a couple of Pepsi cans and a packet of smoke is really more then enough for me, so I really wan to hear some soft calm music with a very low volume as if its an angelic music comes direct from heaven, so I love really to live for a while in this mood even its a temporarily period for  just a couple of hours so welcome calm period hope you really last for ever, I guess now I am a lot strange but really I love it to be that way very much, so I guess I really like calmness and emptiness to be really my best friends for now  cause I really worship them a lot and appropriate them a lot more then you could really imagine ,or more then you could really except from me, cause I know that these periods really recharge me with power to just go on and to just complete my crowded and noisy life ,so flews I guess it my time to recharge myself cause, I am really almost disconnected  my battery is really low need very much to be recharged  need to be charge then I will close my eyes  put the charger on and just enjoy  wish me a nice and easy calm charging bye for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-7537607693979324144?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7537607693979324144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/dairies-of-law-battery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/7537607693979324144'/><link rel='self' 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without any reason, so I guess blogyi it is really my fault ,so I guess you are awake just like me, or you are just so sleepy I can really leave you to go and sleep, but I know that I never needed you and you turn your face off to me ,on the contrarily you really ran to me as I really ran to you,but you know what, going down to work is really a lot better then staying counting hours at home, and also I really have nice colleges at work  ,they are really very funny and I feels very homey with them despite of the fact that they are really very young ,they are in the twenties early twenties ,but really I have  very nice times with them, they are really nice and time passes very fast with them around me, although I finish work before them, I really  wait with them tell they finishes their work then we leave all together, I guess I really feels very warm with them, they are so warm and so lovely I am really happy to have them, I guess its really nice to have some friends around us in our work, really am trying to gain friends  with all my effort ,cause I am really a friendless person, so I guess that nice thing to happen as a change, that what I really guess but really what a change, I am really happy with it very much, cause I really lost my only friend ,I really had for the next two months, but I guess its really ok, I guess I am kind of used to it very much ,but I am now ok ,and I will be fine but in a while I guess that, cause I am a person with a little relationships,  so I really get used to some persons and really want them to be around most of the times, but really that cant be cause they really think that its very hard to happen, or very hard to do this with me and really it really hearts me a lot but also i am really used to it too so i guess I am now anti shock for this kind of shocks, but the strange thing really that it still hurt a lot the feeling that you are really unwanted is really bad, even if you really get it from someone worthless but really hurt a lot ,I know that a lot so, I really know that cause it hurts me a lot before ,but  I know it doesn't matter cause I stop wanting this from people and that really a nice thing to do with yourself  ,to be really far away from being hurt from anyone that is the right thing to do with people all, I know that and I know that we have to do it as a protection and as a shield from really being hurt, soI guess its really good for me  to really do something like that in order to protect my poor  unlucky heart from being hurt again   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-7372072190357432187?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/7372072190357432187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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fest by yourself, so I really know that if I really traveled away, I will be better so I decided to do so and I traveled  really it was so lonely but really a great change I guess i really traveled with my MP3 only i almost destroyed my ears cause I had on all day long but really its nice to live by yourself alone for many days I felt very free alone very happy in deed with no one to call your name what so ever anyway don't like to talk much today but it were a nice vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-845502998084571398?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/845502998084571398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU KNOW BLOGYI, I GUESS I am just  a strange person, I were off today and I were staying at home tell noon, then my mob rang I find two of my colleges at work calling me to ask about me, telling me that they really missed me today and that I really made a bid difference by not coming today , I were really that happy with these two calls ,I know that it seems so strange on me or my nature as you really know blogyi THE THING THAT REALLY MATTEWRS WITH ME A LOT that I really made a different somehow with someone, that I really mattered with someone that really the one thing that made me felt very happy ,that made me felt that I am really alive that I am really with some important to someone even if it was a little importance, I were really happy with this change, I felt really as if I am a baby happy with the new toy he has just got from his parents, just very happy with this change in my life ,so I guess you think that I am a naive person with a silly thoughts, but you no blogyi, I am not at all the only thing that is really wrong with me is that my brain and mind never stops thinking at all, I think if I die in this second will be cause of my brain never takes any breaks what so ever, I know that it is really very wrong indeed but  that me, I know that I never stop thinking even while I am sleeping, all my dreams all really shows that very much, I know that cause I really wake up feeling that I were really in a war not sleeping at all ,as if I were really were fighting not resting my body and soul, I know that I must really take a break but really I cant even for seconds or even less than that, I tried a lot but really could do it what so ever, even I tried a lot before but you will never know that two calls really made a big different inside me, it really made my heart really felt happy really felt satisfied, I know that it is not a big deal but it was very big deal to me, very big made me a lot better and cheer up, as if I am really full of joy and happiness, when I really think about it, I really notice that I am a very simple person who can be easily pleased even with a phone call which didn't exceed seconds, so I guess I am a person who can be easily satisfied and who can be really easily pleased with a simple little word or with little action which really seems naïve, or sometimes just a tiny little thing that can really matter to me and made me very satisfied and very happy with myself ,so it really a bless from god that we can be really simple and clear and can be really as  baby childish in our reactions and actions  and childish in our feelings cause you know what the baby is just so innocent and honest in his feeling can’t really act or can’t really be that good actor he really can’t act what so ever he is so spontaneous in all his thoughts and in all his actions what so ever , as most of the grownups are, so childish feeling is the most pure feeling you could ever face or find just new as a new born baby fresh as a fresh fruit on a tree not polluted with anything among us just so fresh so new , that what I am really positive about, so good for me to have that childish feelings and actions  and that pure and naïve thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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stick on doing them ,cause they are really for my own good, that what I really think I know that there are some issues, I had to take some designs in them I really had to, I know that, but I had to be really tuff to that very tuff, but I know that when I really do them, I will be really happy ,and I will be happy in doing that and will have a nice good influence on me  too, the first thing I had to do really is to lose weight cause this is really an important issue, I had to it very much, I know that cause it really will makes me feels better, a lot better I really tried it before it really was that good and really makes a big different in my mood, and in my character and really gives me a lot of confidence a lot ,so I guess if I really mange to do this problem, it will really makes a big different for me a t least, I really know that gaining weight makes anyone not in the mood  and very not satisfied about himself ,and I am one of those who really feels depressed cause of gaining weight and  without mentioning the shape itself that you really looks ugly when you gains weight look as if you are a lady with 100 years old and that makes me feels really bad, so I had to that had very much cause I am really in need to do that for Mai sack and if really feels unhappy with gaining weight feels very old feels that I look bad when I gain weight and also this weight makes me feels old as if am gaining age not only weight, so I really need to deal with this problem I need to lose it really to feel a lot better and also to feel that I am really looking as my age ,so I really decided to go in a diet ,this diet well have to be hard and not just hard it must be hard enough to lose almost 16 kilos, I know that I really love food but I really have to love myself a lot more then food, that really what I had to do in the next day’s coming I am really not satisfied of my looking, I feel that I really need to lose weight and I guess I had really to do that very much, I really will try to do that very much, I really know that but really I need a very strong well to do stop eating and start losing weight  cause I usually eat when I am depressed and when I am not happy and that is me really, I am almost all the time unhappy feeling depressed that is my nature lately, so I guess it’s some kind of replacement this replacement is to do something you really like instead of something you really can’t as to be really happy and feeling good about myself, I guess it’s some kind of sycological problem, so I guess that I had to deal with this problem first in order to control this diet that will be the right step in this direction ,I think if I really succeed in doing this, I will really lose weight and gain Mai that what I am really looking forward to do that really what I really am dreaming of doing, so I need really to gather all myself to do that, so I know I will ISA but I really need to start by the way ,and I guess I will start tomorrow cause when I really delay things away I lose my intention of doing it, so I guess I am really gathering myself to do it tomorrow, and I will start having my medicine tomorrow to start my diet schedule tomorrow, so just hope to me luck in doing that to really start my life all over again ,that what I am really dreaming of ,so god be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FRONT'/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-1560157356802609460</id><published>2009-09-15T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:06:41.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANGING COLD FEELINGS IN A PUBLIC SQUARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;HI BLOGYI, today I am off from my work ,I know that it’s my first off, I took from my new job, but really I slept a lot cause I really felt very exhausted from the past few days my biological hours were really confused, cause really I slept in different times, felt that I were really about to feint from the sun and from the difficult transportation, so blogyi  I were really tried this period, so I hope that you really forgive me for not asking much about you, sorry am really am ,you know what I really hate cold feelings very much the right meaning for cold feelings is that everything is happening really as normal but really in an awful way, as if they are not really happening cause of care  or cause of share no they are really happening as a duty, as if the person really had to do them for any reason but really not for caring, as if he really try to make you think that he is really doing it, but really this action is not for you sack its just to feel that he really doing everything he really had to do, that is really the worse for me, I think that not doing the action is a lot better than doing it for duty sack, it’s really very bad indeed, I hate cold feeling I hate asking for anything ,cause I really think that if anything happens or really came to me from itself is a lot better than really asking for it, and then it comes to you as an answer for your ask for it, and if it really comes to me after I really ask for them, I really don’t need them anymore, I think it’s just some kind of a fake thing or a fake coin it just worthless cause you really can't do anything with it ,it’s really worthless completely worthless for all of us, so I guess that I really hate fake coins very much, I love the spontaneous feeling, that really comes direct from the heart with no request for   it really comes out from the heart directly,  cause the person really, find that he really feels that he felt it very much inside of him, so he is acting according to his own feelings not just to respond for asking or really to answer that kind of asking, so I guess that I have a lot of cold feeling around me lately don’t know why, but I really hate cold feeling a lot and really I prefer a lot not to have feeling at all around me more then not having cold feeling around me, but the really strange thing really that they told me lately that the person who feels the same all the time is really a crazy one, I think that is not true what so ever I think it’s very wrong really cause I most really be stabile in my feelings when I really love someone I love him all the time, not sometimes and sometimes not that is  really the crazy thing to be unstable in our feelings ,that really mean the person is really crazy or just moody to the extremes or just he is acting or a very good actor he can really act on you but when he have no time to do so it’s over ,you know what I really hate acting very much I really don’t like to act at  all, I love to do what I really feel don’t care what other tell me about it or what will they think of me, I think it’s really a nice thing to be just simple and to be just spontaneously, to be just clear as crystal to be really obvious why do I have to act, why do I have to make something I don’t like to make it, why do I have to talk to someone, I don't really want to talk to, so I guess that Mai and no one had to Mai as Mai I really love to act and to be myself as I am and the hell with everyone don’t want that ,or really think that really wrong ,I really think that cold feelings is just like the dead ones with no taste  With no temperature with no color with no help or worthless to the person have them or really acting with and also to the person who you are really giving to him, cause it will not give him anything new or anything worth ,so I guess the best thing that cold feeling had to hang really in a public square really cause they are really sucks and we must spare ourselves and others these cold feelings IF WE REALLY HAD COLD FEELING we must really hang them and kill them IT WILL VERY EASY TO DO THAT CAUSE YOU ARE REALLY KILLING SOMEYTHING DEAD SOMETHING REALLY DON’T EXIST OR REALLY AN ILLUSION SO IT WILL BE EASY TO SO AND REALLY WILL BE USEFUL TO THE PERSON YOU REALLY GIVE THE COLD FEELING TO CAUSE HE WILL  KNOW THAT IT WAS ONLY FAKE AND HE WILL STOP SEACHING FOR THEM  BY THE WAY ,AND LOOKS REALLY FOR REAL ONES , AND THE PERSON WHO REALLY GIVES THEM WILL STOP ACTING  ON HIMSELF AND ON OTHERS, AND THIS WILL BE JUST NICE FOR BOTH OF YOU, AT THIS POINT YOU WILL MAKE SOMETHING GOOD FOR YOUSELF AND FOR THE OTHER PERSON ,AND THAT WILL BE REALLY GOOD FOR BOTH ,CAUSE THIS SHET MUST STOP BY THE WAY MUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-579499229389079908</id><published>2009-09-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:33:25.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING A DEAR FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:9.0pt; line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#33FF33"&gt;LOST, it’s really a strange word lost its really a very big thing make us all feels very confused, and very afraid from the next step coming toward us, but it’s really very tuff word you know why, cause its very harsh on someone to feel lost among everything familiar around him ,lost in the middle of his house, in the middle of his parents in the middle of his family, in the middle of all the people he must really feels that they are family to him, but lost among them all is really very hard on us all, I don’t know how really I can express myself in it but really it’s very tuff feeling you know what I know that I met a lot of people recently in my new work, but really I find that I am losing a lot around me now, you know what I really miss a lot my friend my only one ,really I know that it’s really hard that I have only one friend and one only, you know what I really miss that he was the only person caring about me, and the only person was there for me and the only one who really made me feel that I really were his focus of attention ,and he used really to ask about me care and share everything with me, that made me really felt very good about myself, and also happy about myself, so I guess when he had his problems he totally forget about me inside this circle of problems, and his own concerns so I guess that I really missed him a lot, don’t know why but really I used to talk to him a lot, as we used to talk a lot at night with each other, I guess for hours but really I miss talking to him and miss his care and his share too, so I guess I almost lost my friend this friend I really feels very sad about losing him ,but really I don’t like to tell him that cause I really hate begging very much, and also I really hate to search for attention ,if this attention really gone then I don’t need it anymore, I guess this is the reason I think that I can’t tell him a word about it even he really calls me every day, but if feels that I lost some one really was very near from myself very much I think, I don’t know what I feels that he really became so cold he really calls but really as some kind of duty, or not to make me sad, I know that really kind of caring but really I need more and more care then that, I know that friends aren't responsible for that kind of share or care, but I really miss him a lot and I wish he really back to his nature with me, cause I were really loving it, cause I really felt that I am not alone when he really around, but you know what I wish my friend is really back, I missed him a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#333333"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-579499229389079908?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/579499229389079908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-560699922661045244</id><published>2009-09-12T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:00:20.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HUG, you know what it 's really a magical word know why cause even it’s a very small word consist only from three letters, but it’s really very powerful one, very controlling one very sensitive and emotional one, do you know really what is really nice about this word ,the feeling itself you really feels that you are very safe deep inside someone else and the most beautiful thing to be inside someone  you really love cause love really makes everything tasty, it really gives colures to everything around, I really don’t know why but really when you are inside someone hug you feel very secured ,very safe very worm very calm hearing his heart bets as a baby feeling safe when he hears his mom heart bets, but really it’s a marvelous feeling to feel that you really belong here to someone, that you really feels that you are very happy inside this hug ,that you really feels as if you are flying up there in the sky among the clouds and among the birds flying around you in the sky, as if you are really a part of this sky, as if you are really born to fly out there ,but you are really flying without wings, you are really flying not searching for anything but you really flies cause your legs can’t hold you anymore, can’t hold you are really up ,feeling very light very relief very calm feels homey, as if this hug is your shelter this shelter is really the protection shield that can really protect you from everything protect you from days from sadness from life from people from anything could really harm you or even touch you, it really build a very strong shield all around you to prevent you from anything or anyone, so I guess what a shield, I know that everyone can hug, I know that, but I really know that every hug has a different taste as if it have many flavors but this flavors are really controlled by many things, as the person character as the person feelings toward you ,as the person care about you, as the person share with you as the person feeling toward love itself ,you know what the luckiest  person who really find a hug full of worm feelings and nice caring and sharing one, you really feels as if you are really electrolyzed, or as if you really are paralyzed, as if life itself stops when you really go in there ,as if you are meant to be there, as if you are in the right place for the first time in your life, as if the times stops as if the days passes very fast as if we are really one person inside each other, two separate souls but inside one body one hug as if you are really melt ,as an  ice-cream when it  have different colures different flavors and it melt mixing these flavors and colures with each other creating a mixture totally new from these melting very different in taste and also in color so this melt really create a marvelous new thing ,this thing is the hug it really could create one person totally new from you and from your other half this new person can really be a very tender sweet touch who really tells you that everything will be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;don’t be afraid from anything from anyone I am here for you to hug you for the rest of your life, I will be there to worm you up when you are really cold when you really afraid when you are really sad when you are really happy when you are really in need for this hug cause the really strange thing in the hug that we really need it all the time, when we are happy you need it to express happiness to share this happiness and when we are really sad to feel that everything is ok and to feel a tender touch make us feel that it will pass, when we are scared to feel safe, when we are  cold to feel worm when we are in love to feel care, when we are in need to feel share, so I guess it’s the only thing in this world we all need all the times, to feel with it that we are just fine that we are really ok that we are really surviving everything good or bad in this life, cause of this hug cause we really appreciate it very much ,it really make a big difference in our lives, it make us feels really better as if we are reborn, as if you are a new babies born into this life have new hearts new souls new life new thoughts new happy life in front of us ,so I guess it’s really a bless we should really thank god very much for having it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-560699922661045244?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HI BLOGYI, I REALLY MISSED YOU, I know that you are really probably very mad of me ,cause I really forget you for a long time, I know that, but really I didn’t but you know that I always have sometimes that I don’t want to speak with anyone, I really prefer to be alone in it, with no one around, I know that you really consider that crazy, I know that it is, but really that is my life, I know that I have some crazy things around my character  but I realized one thing, this thing that really I need help, I need to search for a therapist really need one to talk to listen to me, blogyi wallahy with no offence, but I really need to talk to someone who is really flash and blood, I think that blogyi  I really am doing as children when they are lonely children they really guess that the solution for this problem is to imagine an imaginary friends, to talk with and to play with and to dream with and to talk to, and to hear them and dream with and to do anything else with, that is why they really takes an imaginary friends it really solve a part of this problem but the problem it’s not real blogyi, I guess that you are my imaginary friend, I really created you cause I am really totally alone with no one around, I guess that I really try to solve my own problem, but really with my own way, WITH MY OWN CHILDESH WAY, as if I am really returned a child again, I know that I have really a lot of issues in my life, which really need to be solve, this problem really need to be solve by a therapist, cause I think is the last solution, I most really try it ,cause I need to do so, I need to talk to someone not that only, I need someone to help me ,to go through all of that, I need someone to take my hand and show me the way through all of that, I know that I am very moody and also I have tempers, and I go through them  a lot, but I guess that it s ok with me to go through them, cause of all I had been through, it is very normal, I really feels that I have a lot of load on my heart, I sometimes feels that I had a load standing on my heart this load really makes me sometimes can’t breathe, I just want someone re who really can help me to ease this stress down, cause if I really do so, I will be a lot better, and I will be really happy to do that, if I really succeed in doing that I am really trying trying with all my best, but really I am done with trying very much, sometimes I think that the only solution is to leave everything and just run away from all of that, but suddenly I realized that I can’t do it just for Saif if he wasn't really here, I know that my whole life would have been changed, I know that very much ,but really I know that god have some plans for us this planes we really can’t understand right with our narrow minded brains, I know that I really need help and not any help,  I need help from someone specialist in that field to really help me right, with the right way and the right cure, I really need that and I decided to search for one to go to, that is what I really decided to do, I know that will be the first  right step from very long I will really do it right in my life , I will do the  right thing  now so god really help me to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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course, I am not, really, I am not happy at all, I really began my work  five days ago now, but the most nice thing that the day passes very fast ,as if its running, that is the most amazing thing in it, so I guess that a very good thing to happen, and I met a lot of nice descent people there, they are really nice, I really tried to gain some friends, but really it wasn't that easy for me, don't know why guess I got rusty cause I am really always alone, but really dying trying is more better when you are trying is more better than dying  without giving it a shot, but it’s really not easy at all so I guess after a week passed, I am a lot better now cause I found something interesting to do in my life, I know that working really makes the person feels very tired and very exhausting but really it tired your body a lot and also relief your soul and you feelings and, also relief your mind makes you feels that you are an important person doing something really important in your day, and in your time in life, so I guess it helps a lot to pure all your energy in something useful its really helps me a lot ,and also makes me feel very comfortable, I guess that, well I am really talking about myself, I know that ,so thanks god that I really find a new work ,finally it was really a difficult period, and I am very glad that it really passed away  hoping that the next will be better, so I am really trying to do so that what I am really hoping to do and hoping to find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-954057145334743460</id><published>2009-09-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:31:33.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HEART TRIAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY LIFE DREAM ,I really wish it really come true ,I wish very much to wash my heart inside out, I wish it really calms down, I wish all its wounds hells, I wish really it stops feeling sorrow, I wish it stops feeling sorry, I wish it really stop hurts me like hell ,I wish I can really wash it, and weep all the sadness out from it, I wish I stop really feeling pathetic ,feeling sorry for myself, I wish it return as good as new, I wish I really take it off my chest and replace it with an iron one or steel one to  be very strong and never be hurt from anyone, or anything again, I wish to be the only women with the steel heart the only strong one, to be not effected by any of the surroundings, I wish I really became anti shock Mai, and  becomes very shiny strong one with no wounds at all, or no hurts at all, when this happens I guess the hell with people all ,cause no matter what they do, it will not affect me ,or will not matter to me, what so ever so, anyway I really wish that I can do that it will be the most comfortable  solution I think, it will be very nice, if I really could do it cause when this happens, I will be really happy with it cause really my heart is my curse, it's my only curse ,cause it’s really the mean reason of my pain throughout  my whole life ,you know why? cause I really judge everything with my heart, even with  knowing that it’ s very bad judge of character, but even with knowing that ,I really put him in front of me  through out my whole life ,I don’t know how come I really trust it tell now, I think I must really hang  it in a public square, cause of all what it did to me, it really caused me a lot of hurt and pain and this pain I feels it very strong hurting deep inside, I know that this pain thanks god didn't stay forever but the only problem that  it this pain really goes away after a while but the only problem that it really leaves but it leaves a cut deep inside, this cut really hurts a lot and takes a lot of time to hell out from deep inside of me, but really I have nothing to do  with this pain, I am not the one really causing it is my heart  at first I feels that I am really speechless, I have no words which can really express what happened inside my soul, except that I feels that every cut just kill a apart inside of me apart after a part, tell I think that there  are no alive parts in there any more  they are all gone, but not a normal die they are all killed, shot with cruel bullet really stabbed with a very cold knife ,this knife is really cold, it’s really stabbed but it really hurts a lot through passing in its way to your heart, but I really feels that my soul is really in  parts tiny little parts as a  puzzle, but they are really unsolved puzzle and they will never be solve never, cause there are a lot of damage parts ,with no features to be known with it, really featureless ones ,so whatever the effort you really do will be worthless with no conclusion at all ,it will end with the same beginning  it really starts by it, so I guess these parts will be forever there, with no solution or with no importance to anyone, or with no importance to the puzzle itself, cause the puzzle itself knows that its really worthless effort, worthless hope like an  illusion you really see it from far, far away but when you really get nearer  you find nothing, but the dream you were really dreaming to find out there, but when you really get nearer and nearer from this illusion and the more you really wanted it to really happens the more you will be hurt, it will be very difficult to you really except this illusion will really takes a lot of time to face this fact, but really it’s no one fault but your heart but you are really helpless ,it is torn apart and stabbed and bleeding what will you do to it more than that, how came you punish it more than it really has, it is really in its worse shape what more worse than that will happen to it ,you really stand out there feeling astonished ,how come I can really hurt it more than  that ,it is torn a parts it is dying out there, crying blood tears with a loud voice, I don’t know what is more worse standing helpless looking at it, or your feeling that you are parallelized have nothing to do in your own hands, even if you really have something to do for it you really want to hug it, and tells him that everything will be ok but you don’t know for sure that this will happens for real, so you just stand and watch with no interfere what so ever from your side, knowing that this hearts is really the one to blame in this shape, he really became on it ,so your heart  must stop torching itself you really have no place new to be hurt in, so please for your sack stop itttttttttttttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause if you didn’t stop that it will really die with no hope what so ever that it can be refreshed anymore  or that it can live anymore cause I guess that this heart is really on the doors of dying but he really surviving and fighting out dead with no hope what so ever that he will win this battle cause he is too weak to fight and too hurt to stand ,and too damaged to survive it is really a dead end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1163296897643385208-954057145334743460?l=maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/feeds/954057145334743460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-trial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/954057145334743460'/><link rel='self' 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to buy a lot of papers to prepare, but really while I am too busy preparing myself to start work, I am a little confused, cause I am going to a new job and new work ,new people around, and I am afraid to tell you ,that I lost faith very much in people, I became a cowered from dealing with people, cause I am really done from feeling disappointed from them, well I don’t have any friends now, except one this friend really helps me out to deal with my life, he really make my life more easier, when he is around he really tries a lot to be around for me, even if he is not living in Cairo even he has a lot of problems in his life too, even he has his life and his work around, and he is away from his home, away from his country, but he really cares a lot about me, he really tries to be there for me as he really can, he really hear me ,when I am upset ,he feels very sad when I am sad, and when I vanish he just told me to talk with him, when I am really sad and never disappear, I really love to talk to him ,he really try with all his effort with me, and he really standing by my side specially ,when I need him to be just around ,I really appreciate his efforts, and really love his attitude toward me, thanks really Amr , I know that I really lien a lot on you, cause I know that your shoulder is there for me, I can really lien on it, when I need that he is really the only one ,who really cares about me ,he really share everything with me, without needing in anything in return ,he just feels very lonely too, so we just have a lot in common between us ,I really thank god that he is there for me, cause he really support me in this difficult period, which I am going through, I really don’t know what was going to happen to me, if really he is not here for me, but really, he is a true friend sincere one, which I am really glad to have him, really don’t hope that I lose him ever, so I really want to thank him for being there for me really thank you Amr thanks 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-5883708158911830857</id><published>2009-09-02T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:27:51.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR COMPULSORY GAME OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HI BLOGYI,HOW ARE YOU TODAY, hope you are ok, you know what life which we are living is so strange, everything we really wants and we really wishes that it really happens to us, we really never had it for real, but when we throw this thing away with our arms tall its really runs after us in a high speed ,as if it races others to come to you , but it’s really strange why when we need a thing very much, it just runs away and it just vanishes from our ways and it really makes us very miserable, but when we really throw it away it really comes to your feet, as if it’s a present on a golden plate, I really tried this things many times in my life and it really happens, that way but the ironic thing that when it came back to you, you really feels that you don’t need that thing anymore, why do things and persons really don’t know your value unless you leave, after you leave everyone notice that you were really good person and that you were a nice simple person it’s so strange, why don't they think how valuable you are when you are really with them why are you have no value, when you are really with them ,why everything in our life is really walking in the opposite sides with us, I really feels that I and the life really are like the railway with train bars, they are really parallel to each other ,but they can’t really meet in one point cause if they really met on one point, it will be a catastrophe cause the train will make an accident and may be will get out from its way, causing a lot of damage around the train ,and to all the surroundings, so I guess being  parallel is a lot better more than  causing all these damages done, but the question is that tell when all of this will happens, tell when we will walk parallel to our lives, tell when ,when we want something very much it will run away from us, tell when we throw things away it will runs to us in the same time when we realize that it became worthless to us with no value what so ever to us, we just don’t need it anymore, I know that is el donia ,but I know that this will be very hard to live, it’s so cruel ,it’s really harsh on us to be like that all our lives or it will be really impossible to be lived that way, but I guess we have no alternative in all of that ,there are many things in our lives we have no choice in it, it just happens cause its really meant happened, but the ironic thing really that when it really happened we blame ourselves on them, as if you are the ones to blame in them, but we really have faith that it really happens to us cause it was really meant to happens cause god wants it to be that way, and to really happens cause it really happens for some him for specific reason, this reason from gods point of view is really good for us, but the worse that we don’t know, or we don’t understand this point of view, I guess we are just blinds ,walks with  not knowing where or to, whom or what is the point from walking  in this way, we just walk this way cause its really meant to be for some reason ,we can’t even see ,or we can’t even understand but really I guess it’s really so harsh to live like this, but really we don’t have a choice to live this life ,or not  ,if I were given this choice ,I would have been rejected this life, I would have preferred not to live it ,or not to play this game which is called el donia cause, I am really sucks and it  is very horrible to be  in it without knowing its simplest rules in order to participate in this game, you really don’t have the key or the rules or anything about this game, or about its simple rules you just had to play without your choice, as if you were really put there without your choice to be really there, but you are, and also had to play this game, so we play but we really know that we are really losers in it, and never win it at all, no matter we tried in it ,so we are just doing what we have to do, but without any hope from us to do something, or to win something out of it, so welcome to our compulsory game, welcome to hell ready to go cause game the game is about to start, so please turn off the light and be ready cause it’s your first and last game the game of your life bingo ,it’s your turn just gooooooooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/6963443406276534535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1163296897643385208/posts/default/6963443406276534535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maiyouya-noangelsonearth.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maiyouya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05852979768573547384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/SoMr-NxQKlI/AAAAAAAAALg/5zAA0IcpgFE/S220/new.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DWF27u7UcIc/Sp2e137vd9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/rQS9B1J_Ti8/s72-c/Frightening_Beauty_Of_Clouds_2313200923843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1163296897643385208.post-7036939516373802076</id><published>2009-09-01T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:11:07.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE YOU EVER FELT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HI BLOGYI ,I know that it had been a while since I wrote something ,or since I really felt that I had something to tell you even, I know that this period was really difficult to me without no specific reasons, I guess but really I were very upset, that didn't want to talk with anyone even you blogyi but really I am glad that I will start my new work next week cause I know that I really needed that, I really need to get out this shield, before I really comate suicide, I am really depressed really but usually, when I am, I have no one to speak with, I know that it’s really hard ,when this happens to me, but when this happens I prefer loneliness, I stop talking with every one even with the people that I live with them in my own house, but really it’s very hard this time, it’s different then every time, I tried hard this time, but really it didn't work out, so I decided to let the wind take my boat to whatever it decide to takes me, and to any place it really wanted to takes me to, as if I am a piece of paper with no well at all ,with no resistance at all ,with no defense what so ever, I really feels that I am helpless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you can't breathe feels that a stone is really put on your heart makes you feels that your heart bits is not normal as if they are running behind each other in a race .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are alone with no one around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that the world is an awful place with no one to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you want to scream with a loud voice but without scaring the people around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are a nothing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are with no self defense at all with a war around you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are by the corner of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are really pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are worthless to no one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you want to stand on the highest edge in Cairo and throw yourself down watching your body flies in the air with you really knowing that when you really hit the ground you will be million pieces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you want nothing from anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are a piece of shit in this life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to vanish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to stay near a wall and never see or talk to anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you can't hear any one or talk to anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever want just to die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are so broken that you are in pieces? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you really need t scream high load but you really have no voice to do so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you really not happy what so ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you don’t find yourself with no one? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever lost faith in everything around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever hate love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever hates being with someone causes you really afraid of him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you really can’t sleep on your own bed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you can’t breathe in the widest place in the whole world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you really have no heart with without any soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you really dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you just want to run away from everything from everyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are empty from inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you are just a Skelton but empty from the inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever wishes that you really die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you felt this feelings, I really hope not, because it’s a very awful feeling to feels  but I know that I will survive, I am really used to this shit throughout my whole life ,and I know that it will takes it’s time, and just go away, so I will really keep on silence tell it really passes by .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p 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DIFFERENT BETWEEN HAVING SEX AND MAKING LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;SEX, I know that a lot of people really looks to it as human nature ,and as if it’s really something god create in us in order to reproduce and to continue not to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Extinct, at some point I know that is one of the reasons that god really create sex, but I know also that its very important in our lives, not cause it is one of our needs in life, but cause it really plays an important role in our life, but when we really talk about sex we must really differentiate between making sex and making love, I know that they are two words could really seems that they have the same meaning, but this is very wrong and this is not the truth at all, they are really two different words with nothing common between them, I see that and realize that very much ,cause really sex means just the intercourse between a man a woman, just the process not more not less than that, as if it’s really animals having sex with each other without any feeling at all, with no joy or feelings what so ever ,so I guess that is what we calls sex or having sex ,but making love is something different very different than that, as if it’s really another thing, as if we are really talking about something else, we are really talking about feelings about passion about really being satisfied with something ,or with someone, first of all its called making love cause its really filled with feelings and with the feeling of love, it’s really one way from million ways how to really express yourself and your love to someone you really loves, this someone really deserve to be felt and to makes him really  feels happy full of joy and happiness, really deserve to fly with you  high high over the sky ,and to touch the clouds with his own hands ,this one really deserve to share with you this intimate feelings and these close minutes, and also deserve to be your beloved person and to be your half ,that really should be loved and cared and really feels this feeling with you , to feels that every touch every kiss every tender touch every hug all of these things every move between you two makes you really feels nearer and nearer, every touch makes you feels as if it’s an electric wire, every hug  really makes you feels very safe in his arms every kiss makes you flying over and over the clouds every touch really get you nearer and nearer from him really makes  you feels that you are really belong here in his hug in his heart in his soul nearer and nearer when you really heard his heart bets you feels that finally I am not alone I am really with him and he will be always here for me , you really feels that his breath is really all you need his touch is the only thing you are seeking for, it’s really different feelings that  his words in your ears is the sweetest  is the most adorable word you had ever heard, that what he  really means to you ,I guess it’s really different, this is really the different between having sex and between making love and if you really want to differentiate between the two of those it so easy to do so ,first of all if you have sex with someone whom you really love it really makes both of you get nearer and nearer as if you really became two in one ,two persons in one soul and one body as if you really became one thing really can't be apart, it really makes you feels that you can’t be away from each other that you really complete each other that you really are one soul one heart, but if you really did it with someone you really don’t love then it will be just a spontaneous sex ,with no feeling at all, you will find that you really got that energy or power out of your body and you really need nothing from this person more than that ,as if this person is really finished with this point, as if you really are done with him, as if you don’t want to see him anymore, as if this link sex really put everyone of you in two different ways or in two directions, so it’s really makes them became far and far from each other every move in having sex makes them feels very far very away from each other, as if every move really makes them apart and then usually after having sex they decide not to see each other again ,or not to complete this relation any more, that is the different and how to differentiate between both of them ,and that is my opinion, but I am really convinced that is really right opinion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  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