يدوَلَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا الْإِنْسَانَ وَنَعْلَمُ مَا تُوَسْوِسُ بِهِ نَفْسُهُ وَنَحْنُ أَقْرَبُ إِلَيْهِ مِنْ حَبْلِ الْوَرق:16
يدوَلَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا الْإِنْسَانَ وَنَعْلَمُ مَا تُوَسْوِسُ بِهِ نَفْسُهُ وَنَحْنُ أَقْرَبُ إِلَيْهِ مِنْ حَبْلِ الْوَر
seems i'm going to have one gr8 year isA =D


way,

تحمست كثيراً عندما عرفت انه كاتبها هي...فاطلما احبتت قراءة مواضيعها لما تتميز بقوة و جرأة لم التقي بها غير مره واحده فقط لكني وجدت انسانه رقيقه و جميله حبوبه للغايه تحدثت معي و كأنها تعرفنى منذ الصغر. لم اكن اتخيل ان تكون هذه الفتاة الجميلة تستطيع كتابة هذه الموضوعات بهذه الجرأة و شدتني كثيرا مدونتها التي تتحدث عن التعذيب فى مصر!
i love weddings! especially when it’s one of my close friends. when ever some one is getting married form my friends or family i just love to pop and hop and help the bride with everything. u’d say it’s more like the movie 27 dresses…
I've always dreamt of the greatest weirdest wedding ever and in every wedding i attend i add something from my dreamy fantasy wedding as if the wedding is mine…
however, when it comes to the time tht the bride throw her wedding bouquet and all the single ladies try to catch it, i stand at the very back or try to miss this event.
i don’t know but i never stand to catch the bouquet..maybe coz i dont like to catch up with the lady and fight over the flowers…or maybe coz i’m afraid of getting married, even though i dream of it but i still have a strange fear inside me,
it’s silly i know, the *catching the bouquet* has nothing to do with it, but if i ever really caught it i’ll feel i’m under the spot light as if it’s saying “hello guys there’s a single out here*.
and of course people will start talking ‘ ohhh rn’t u gonna get engaged?”
then if i got engaged they will go like “ ummm wht’s taking u so long when r u getting married”
then after marriage they’d probably say “ rn’t u pregnant ? don’t u think it’s time to get a baby?”…
lol and so on till ……..i don’t know !
actually if i ever caught the bride bouquet, i wish i’d find the one right infront of me…like fairy tales, where he appears out of the nowhere and we simply look into each other eyes deeply and dance together as we have known each other from long time ago…and walk together till we disappear from the crowd and sit and talk
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yup i know i’m a dreamer but i enjoy my dreams
i miss writing so much, i hate being so busy with work there is so many things tht i wished to write abt but sadly the ideas simply run away…
i’ll try to rit anything, everyday before i sleep so i wont lose contact with my dear blog.
lol its been a while since i wrote nonsense.
wooow the year is almost over GOD! i’m getting old !.
i miss all of my grandparents but my grannies the most esp. my dad’s mum.
i miss my dogs and wonder if they r still alive.
sometimes i miss my old house.
i miss the time i used to spend with my best friends.
i miss my cousins,
sometimes i miss studying…..but i do miss my colg days so much.
i miss my old computer….but i love my laptop.
i miss writing poems and i miss reading.
i miss my sisters
i miss holidays
i miss teenstuff boards and paradigm shift group.
i miss my violin but i love my bass alot
i miss chatting
i miss my friends , my band, my school and colg mates
i miss my young bros seif , shazly , islam , kaz , roar
i miss enjy , mero , hagar , aya , dina , sarah M, nema , nada , karima , rania , youmna , maisa , sarah O, rody
i miss saad and nicky
i miss my soul mate moda
i miss some other people…
i miss the way i used to b, i miss my self and feel i want to embrace myself
……….
i gtg coz i’m waking up early for work


