<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:58:50.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ...opening</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-114260240724695611</id><published>2006-03-17T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T05:33:27.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new place</title><content type='html'>hey , u know i ve wanted to write so  many things in the past few weeks , but i didnt , coz i thaught this place was no longer the right one.. also my hard disk kinda formatted itself ..&lt;br /&gt;it's very intressting how Allah helps u to get over sth u couldnt do it by urself with sth so simple like this , this place is really close to me , but it's key will have to go to the momeory box and i guess i m getting a new one..&lt;br /&gt;in bref , now i can finally say it's really over ..totaly , no more traces, just some memories, am sure i wont forget but they _somehow_ left the vip room to the "oh yeah that happend be4 " room.. i feel so sorry i ever met you, goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-114260240724695611?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/114260240724695611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=114260240724695611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/114260240724695611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/114260240724695611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-place.html' title='a new place'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113716775745882453</id><published>2006-01-13T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T07:55:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bothering</title><content type='html'>it's wierd how angry i get when i hear ur name or catch any of ur news , it's wierd bec i thaught that when i get over you , you' ll just mean nothing and when i hear your name it will be like me watching the insider..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder about sth , why do u keep on talking to my sister ??? this is really stupid , u think that u can be friends and just forget all the rest?? i thaught u were smarter than that ...&lt;br /&gt;but you know what , what i think doesnt really matter , bec i once thaught u wouldnt hurt me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113716775745882453?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113716775745882453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113716775745882453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113716775745882453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113716775745882453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2006/01/bothering.html' title='bothering'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113535773193499487</id><published>2005-12-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:08:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble</title><content type='html'>this is wrong , stop comin after me and causing trouble , it is over , nothing u do makes things better , it's not that i m upset and i need u to apologize , i am out of that area already..&lt;br /&gt;just plz , some good memories are left , dont destroy them too , dont waist your time and feelings , what r u gonna get out of this ? nothing but pain believe me .. and not just for me , i dont wanna think you r doing this out of revenge , it is so hard just thinking about it ..and for u to know , dont think that my sister would pick u and leave me you dint know her as much as i do, and one final thing , grow up and learn ur lesson, dont repeat ur mistakes, the results wont be diffrent that lasttime u made the same stupid action..&lt;br /&gt;God ..i hate this , ur causing trouble to me, i regert i didnt make u feel guilty about all those wounds u caused already..&lt;br /&gt;I dont want anything from you , just leave me alone , i hope i wont have to say this again , yet i know i m gonna say it over and over till u find urself a new toy ,or to be honest till ur mum picks you one, not bec u dont do what i m telling u , it's bec i m too good to say it in ur face...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113535773193499487?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113535773193499487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113535773193499487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113535773193499487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113535773193499487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/12/trouble.html' title='trouble'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113495420177459882</id><published>2005-12-18T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:03:21.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>i wish he never sees what i wrote here , bec that would hurt his feelings and i don wanna do this , not bec i still have feelings for him , it's just that i don wanna feel guilty again bec of him , i removed everything that shows my id, but i m not sure if it is archieved on the internet or not , i just hope he doesnt look for them , but if u ever get to see what i wrote here , i m sorry , i felt bad and i needed to talk , i didnt want to tell this to somebody bec i dont want to talk about you this way , i m hurt and this is the only reaction i can take&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113495420177459882?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113495420177459882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113495420177459882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113495420177459882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113495420177459882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113477459782696880</id><published>2005-12-16T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:19:04.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>obvious</title><content type='html'>well .. longtime not seen .. we broke up off course .. it so obvious , after the last article he aplogosied , we came back , 2 days and then he humilited me again , i knew he was rude , from teh 1stday .. but when he botherd me the 1sttime, he said sth horrible that hurt me alot , so after he said i wont do this again i thaught .. u know wt , he already said everything that i was afraid sb may ever say to me , he cant hurt me anymore coz he reached the higest level .. he didnt mean to off course , so i can forgive him , but i was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;he had this power off finding every weak point in me and hurting it , so bad that after each word i feel i m not the same anymore, to avoid those stupid details , i finally decided to go away , and this time without explaining or even saying goodbye, bec i wasnt able to , i had lost all my power of forgiveness..&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt surprised that i didnt drop a tear , had no regret .. to be franck i was a bit surprised , i didnt know that he changed my feelings towards him that much , had a hard week , but didnt need to think twice about removing his number and deleteing his messages , getting him out of my life totaly and forever this time,&lt;br /&gt;he didnt leave an empty space, and that is a bit wierd bec i found out that he was taking other things' places , maybe he never had one , or at least when he was a friend he had one but he lost it ..&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel he deserves me writing about him , but i wanna get it all out&lt;br /&gt;the things i really hated about him , that was the way he sees me , talks about me .... felt toward me , he wanted me , as if i was something , not a person .. he look down to me , i wanted to spend my life with somebody who loves who i am , he didnt , he said " i love you , but.." u know , i love you but i m gonna change you completly into somebody else , what kind of love is that? how comes you love me and u want me to become sb else? u love that somebody else , not me&lt;br /&gt;bad days and they are over .. the good things is that i m stronger now , 1sttime i took the dessision to break up i lost 20 pounds or sth (in the hard way )..2nd time i spent weeks crying , this time it was like ending a phone call..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113477459782696880?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113477459782696880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113477459782696880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113477459782696880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113477459782696880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/12/obvious.html' title='obvious'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113201144591784960</id><published>2005-11-14T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:37:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard</title><content type='html'>i think the hardest thing here is being "ME"&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could blame my self less on everything that happend to me or to people around me&lt;br /&gt;i wish he didnt treat me like trash , i feel so low, i know i blame myslef but nomatter how bad i am i dont deserve this ..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad the person is u dont just punish him like this..&lt;br /&gt;there was a time when everybody thuaght i was really strong i thaught so too&lt;br /&gt;but day after , i learned my lesson.. in the hard way&lt;br /&gt;in brief.. it's so hard to be me ,&lt;br /&gt;and the harder is knowing that i ll be stuck with me forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113201144591784960?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113201144591784960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113201144591784960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113201144591784960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113201144591784960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/11/hard_14.html' title='hard'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113201140210518093</id><published>2005-11-14T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:36:42.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard</title><content type='html'>i think the hardest thing here is being "ME"&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could blame my self less on everything that happend to me or to people around me&lt;br /&gt;i wish he didnt treat me like trash , i feel so low, i know i blame myslef but nomatter how bad i am i dont deserve this ..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad the person is u dont just punish him like this..&lt;br /&gt;there was a time when everybody thuaght i was really strong i thaught so too&lt;br /&gt;but day after , i learned my lesson.. in the hard way&lt;br /&gt;in brief.. it's so hard to be me ,&lt;br /&gt;and the harder is knowing that i  ll be stuck with me forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113201140210518093?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113201140210518093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113201140210518093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113201140210518093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113201140210518093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/11/hard.html' title='hard'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-113201062847907877</id><published>2005-11-14T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:23:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>God .. i feel so broken inside , i never felt like that before.. it's really hard to hold the tears, i don know how to describe the way it feels , but the best expression is.. BRoken&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can go on after feeling like this&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna come anyways , i feel it coming and i see it comin&lt;br /&gt;am not afraid of it's results anymore , bec am already broken ..so there's  nothing to save ,&lt;br /&gt; not even dignity ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-113201062847907877?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/113201062847907877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=113201062847907877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113201062847907877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/113201062847907877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/11/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112879344352089493</id><published>2005-10-08T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:00:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>he left .. they were talking&lt;br /&gt;she thaught they had everything&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt stupid , she knew they didnt have the stars in their hands&lt;br /&gt;but she thuaght they didnt need it...&lt;br /&gt;she doest know if they should blame each others&lt;br /&gt;but i know she 's balming herself,&lt;br /&gt;blaming life for putting him in her way from the 1st place ..&lt;br /&gt;blaming him for taking her heart that way ...&lt;br /&gt;but this is not taking them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;now it's a history&lt;br /&gt;but not to be told to the others ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112879344352089493?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112879344352089493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112879344352089493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112879344352089493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112879344352089493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/10/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112878919958908036</id><published>2005-10-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:33:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question !!</title><content type='html'>I wonder about somthing , how can u ever be sure this is the one for you? do u depend on your heart or mind ..or both ? and what if they dont agree together ? or do u always realise it , when u cant realise anything after that ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112878919958908036?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112878919958908036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112878919958908036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112878919958908036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112878919958908036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/10/question.html' title='A Question !!'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112878853292122293</id><published>2005-10-08T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:22:12.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INCOMPLETE</title><content type='html'>Empty spaces fill me up with holes&lt;br /&gt;Distant faces with no place left to go&lt;br /&gt;Without you within me I can't find no rest&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm going is anybody's guess&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Voices tell me I should carry on&lt;br /&gt;But I am swimming in an ocean all alone&lt;br /&gt;Baby my baby it's written on your face&lt;br /&gt;You still wonder if we made a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;I try to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;I don't meant to drag it on&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make you face this world alone&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you go (alone)&lt;br /&gt;I try to go on like I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep&lt;br /&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;br /&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112878853292122293?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112878853292122293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112878853292122293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112878853292122293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112878853292122293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/10/incomplete.html' title='INCOMPLETE'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112878602894338212</id><published>2005-10-08T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T10:20:35.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>opened :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wish she kept it all inside ,she thuaght talkin makes people feel better , but it doesnt.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;only added another negative feeling to the "bad feelings' mountain" ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she wanted you to know why she couldnt be there anymore ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she thuaght it wouldnt be fair to go without sayin goodbye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; goodbyes arent good, and they dont make it better , if sth is bad, nothing makes it better ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; she wonders why when sth is good , really good , tiny things can turn it upside down .. why do tiny bad things happen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why did u have to do wt u did , that pushed her away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they were small actions she knows..but they meant alot to her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they waked up the chicken scared littel girl inside of her ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they made her think it was gonna be bad forever..no matter how hard you both tried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they made her think she only had two choices , beeing sad or running ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;running sad as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but if she runs now , as sad as she is , she can control it , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if she stays she doesnt know how painfull this can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she doesnt  know the limit it can reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she keeps wondering if what she did was just a reaction on ur tiny bad things , bec she never took any action&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or she's doing the right thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she thinks and thinks and thinks till her brain stoppes in a point ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a min ago she was sure about wt she 's doing like she's never been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now after doing this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she doesnt know if she 's right or totlay wrong  ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she should 've asked Allah , but u came 1st and surprised her by coming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u made her say it out loud ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all the madness she was hiding , the stupidity even , the deep thinking , the confused ideas ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's all out loud now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if she says  there 's no way to take it back ,she would be lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ther's awlays a way back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and if she ever finds out she was wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she will say it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and she will say I am sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just wish she could find out ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112878602894338212?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112878602894338212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112878602894338212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112878602894338212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112878602894338212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/10/opened-s.html' title='opened :S'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112877215409167421</id><published>2005-10-08T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T04:49:14.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deeeeeepression</title><content type='html'>من اكتر الحاجات اللي تعباني ، كمية الاكتئاب الفظيعة على الانترنت.. مش عارفة النظرية صح و ا غلط بس الناس كلها بتدخل&lt;br /&gt; awayاو علي اقل تقدير apperaing offline&lt;br /&gt; ماحدش بقى ليه نفس يتكلم  ..&lt;br /&gt; و لو صادف و سألت حد ازيك حيقول&lt;br /&gt; اهي&lt;br /&gt; ماشية ..&lt;br /&gt;عيشة و السلام&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;i tried to understand this ..&lt;br /&gt;questions kept poping up in my mind ,&lt;br /&gt;1st i thaught it was just me. means my friends got bored of me and they dindt wanna talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;but i noticed that not just me..&lt;br /&gt;and it's not just on the internet&lt;br /&gt;i see depression everywhere&lt;br /&gt;empty talks , empty laughs&lt;br /&gt;empty people walakin around&lt;br /&gt;robots , i dont feel life around anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i write this i think i maybe miss-translated the whole scene&lt;br /&gt;may be it's just me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112877215409167421?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112877215409167421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112877215409167421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112877215409167421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112877215409167421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/10/deeeeeepression.html' title='deeeeeepression'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112876730884562047</id><published>2005-10-08T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:29:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>غريب</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;حاجة غريبة جدا ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; على قد ما كنت خلاص حتخنق من حبسة الكلام.. و ماصدقت لقيت حتة اكتب فيها براحتي، علي قد ما كل الكلام هرب مني .. يظهر و الله اعلم ان الظروف كانت على طول سامحة .. مش موضوع مدرسة و لا دروس و لا ثانوية و شغلة امتحانات.. الموضوع هو صوت اتعود على الحبسة لحد ما نسى انه اتخلق عشان يقول حاجات تانية غير التفاهة و الحواديت و النكت .. انا اقسمت على نفسي اني مش حبقى تافهة.. و انا ورا صوتي لحد ما يطلع &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112876730884562047?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112876730884562047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112876730884562047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112876730884562047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112876730884562047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='غريب'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16577724.post-112635546483440231</id><published>2005-09-10T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T06:09:31.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey 1st..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long ago i used to write , but no body ever saw wt i wrote ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i was too scared people wouldnt like it ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; got really scared that i kept all my thuaghts , sentenses , expressions and feelings of the words inside of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;till i forgot how much i loved it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wanna write again , i m not afraid about wt people think anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; bec this time i m writing bec i love writing , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yet , it will be great if u read it , and comment about it :) ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;salam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16577724-112635546483440231?l=new-one.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/feeds/112635546483440231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16577724&amp;postID=112635546483440231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112635546483440231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16577724/posts/default/112635546483440231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://new-one.blogspot.com/2005/09/1st-post_10.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>THe Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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