tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-222122672011-10-05T08:38:29.715-07:00Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-45698063692368368472007-05-10T15:57:00.000-07:002007-05-10T16:03:53.770-07:00<div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">you</span></strong><br />Take a look in the mirror for 1 minute .. and try to define YOU as a person in terms of words ..<br />now start asking your self questions about your being . what are you ? are you a content person ?<br />or do you tend to be pessimistic?have you finally turned to be the person you've always wanted ?<br />are you working or studying in fields u've always longed for ? are you a highly motivated person ?<br />and what could possibly motivate you ?<br />are you that person that stands for his/her princibles or you just tend to go with the flow ?<br />how can others see you ? and how can you see yourself ?<br />now .. i call this my "simple self-evaluation " process that i tend to do at least once a month ,<br />and after finishing answering those questions and coming<br />out with results , i just leave my mind take the lead in a journey through me ..<br />what person shall i be .. what points of weakness i should conquer .. what new fields i have to invade ..<br />what are my negative attitudes i have to get rid of ..<br />how many battles i've went through and came out as winner ..<br />yet it's not that easy smooth path ..<br />it's a path full with tears, wounds, conflicts , confusions , hopes and failures ..<br />tears of regerts about things you've missed , wounds left inside by your unanswered prayers ..<br />conflicts and double faced truths .. confusions about the vicious cycle of the heart or the mind ...<br />hopes of reaching your safe shore at the end of the journey ..<br />yeah , it's a heart aching experience that shows you the ugly face of your life ..<br />but inspite of that bitter feeling left at the gates of your heart ,at the end of this experience you can feel renewed ..<br />it washes your inner soul , gives you strengh to go through more ..<br />enrich your capabilities of accepting your reality , enhancing your will to do better ..<br />i personally feel the ultimate power from outside after melting more inside ..<br />trying to figure out the sacred secret of life .. by finding out the essences of one's soul .. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-4569806369236836847?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-3112071024188196782007-01-15T14:54:00.000-08:002007-01-15T14:55:52.591-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >she ran home , just after listening to his magical words ..<br />threw her keys and opened her wardrobe fiercly ..<br />looking anxiously in the darkest far corner of the cabinet , with worry in her eyes..<br />yeah, here she found it .. just where she kept it years ago ..<br />her HEART was still there, just where she left it ..<br />in the far darkest corner of her cabinet..<br />she touched it and for her wonder.. it was still working and pulsating</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-311207102418819678?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-41560371828057886432007-01-12T16:18:00.000-08:002007-01-12T16:21:37.578-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">He was graceful, intimate, and loyal ... the most loveable husband anyone can dream of..<br />however this couldn't prevent the dreadfull word from hitting him ..DIVORCE<br />she herself was surprised to live till the day she'll ever pronounce it ..<br />But he deprived her her simplest rights ever .. he deprived her from sleeping ...<br />by his SNORING..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-4156037182805788643?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-36786186970447233862006-11-15T13:06:00.000-08:002006-11-15T13:09:47.775-08:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">He can't take the blaming eyes anymore ..poeple avoid and fear him as if he's responsible for every loss of some dear one.....HE'S THE UNDER-TAKER of the town ..<br />hunted by this dreadfull look, stained by his job ..he had to leave ..<br />leaving<br />all this behind , new life, new job, he's no longer a bad omen. Yet,<br />fear kept on chasing him.. only this time , he was the one who feared ppl . He feared ppl valiating the self- shield he capsulated himself in for years by now ..</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-3678618697044723386?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1160009128482993642006-10-04T17:42:00.000-07:002007-03-17T05:40:28.639-07:00just in time ... when definite things becomes questionable ..<br />just in time ... when confusion fills every molecule in the space ..<br />just in time ... when it can't get any worse<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-116000912848299364?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1158436810665585772006-09-16T12:56:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.957-08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: justify;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">أنا حاسس انها بتغير منك <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <div> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">- مني أنا ؟؟ هتغير من ايه؟؟ أنا مجرد صديقة , انما هي كل حاجة </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">يجوز !!!</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style=""><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span dir="rtl"></span><span style="" lang="AR-EG"><span dir="rtl"></span>==========================================</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">معلش يا بنتي , اوعوا تكونوا زعلتوا مني </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">انتي اللي يا رب ما تكوني زعلتي .. احنا اسفين </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style=""><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span dir="rtl"></span><span style="" lang="AR-EG"><span dir="rtl"></span>=========================================</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">سلوم انت هترجع العيادة امتى ؟؟ أنا زهقت اوي و مش عايزة اكمل </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="border-style: none none double; padding: 0in 0in 1pt; margin-right: 0.25in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: right;color:-moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in; margin-right: 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">هو كلام عيال و لا ايه </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">عايزين نعمله حاجة جامدة و خلي الميدالية تبقى تنفعها .. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style=""><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">=========================================</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">مريم ... مريم ... مريم ... مريم ... مريم ... مريم ... مريم ...</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style=""><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span dir="rtl"></span><span style="" lang="AR-EG"><span dir="rtl"></span>=======================================</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">تصدق وحشتني اوي و وحشتني غلاستك و وحشني رغيك و وحشني حتى قفشك </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style=""><span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span dir="rtl"></span><span style="" lang="AR-EG"><span dir="rtl"></span>============================================</span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style=";font-size:130%;" ><span style="">-<span style=";font-family:&quot;;" > </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span dir="rtl" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="" lang="AR-EG">عايزة افتكر اقول لمروة تجيبلنا بكرة امتحانات الجراحة .... اوووووووووبااااااااا ... </span></span><span style=";font-size:130%;" dir="ltr" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="border-style: none none double; padding: 0in 0in 1pt; margin-right: 0.5in; margin-left: 0in; text-align: right;color:-moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0in;" dir="rtl"><span style="" lang="AR-EG"><span style="font-size:130%;">دي سامية ما صورتلاهاش الورق معانا</span> <o:p></o:p></span></p> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0.5in; text-align: right;" dir="rtl"><span style="" lang="AR-EG"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" >كلام ...كلام .. كلام ... قصص تشيلني و قصص تحوطني ... قصص ترجعني زمان .. و كلام محشور في اللسان ... و كل ده ليه ؟؟؟ عشان عايزة أنام ... عايزة اروح في غيبوبة قصيرة... عايزة اديلو اجازة ساعتين ... أمري لله .. مفيش فايدة ... مفيش نوم دلتوقي </span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">...</span> </span><span style="" dir="ltr"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-115843681066558577?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1158287765799837142006-09-14T19:31:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.869-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/1600/sand_focus.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/320/sand_focus.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" >منذ الصغر ترسخت في مخيلتي فكرة لا أعرف مصدرها حتى الان , و لكن اعتقد أنها من انطباعاتي الشخصية و قدرة الطفل الدائمة على ربط المتشابهات بعضها البعض ... الا و هي اقتران البشر على اختلاف طباعهم بعلم الجغرافيا .. في بداية تعرفي على شخص جديد يتمثل في مخيلتي بأرض جزيرة فضاء لم تكتشف بعد و لم تطئها قدم , لم تتضح معالمها و تضاريسها , و مع مرور الوقت و المعاملة يبدأ وادي في الظهور تتبعه واحة رحبة وسط الصحراء أو جبل ملىء بالتعاريج و هكذا ... أيضا يختلف البشر من حيث أنواع التربة هناك أصيل الصفات كالتربة الطينية ... او رملي الملامح الذي يمكنك التغلغل داخله... و هناك الصخري الصلب .. و الخبيث الذي لا تامن شره كالرمال المتحركة</span> ...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-115828776579983714?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1152738649007582202006-07-12T14:09:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.790-08:00i'm already missing u my friend ... :M why do u have to leave without even saying goodbye ... just hope u arrive there safely :(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-115273864900758220?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1150827497353084732006-06-20T11:05:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.703-08:00<span style="color:#00cccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">مررت عفوا</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">بذكرياتي و استسلمت لتأملاتي..</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">.لا أدري أين أنت اليوم؟؟ أو ماذا ألم بك؟؟</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> هل يا ترى أحببت و تزوجت ؟؟ هل أنجبت؟؟</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> هل وجدت مجهتك و ملاذك ؟؟ أم لازلت تهيم بحثا عنها؟؟</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">سرحت بخيالي و أجبرت عقلي على تذكرك ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> لازت أستطيع أن اتحسس ما كان من زمن غابر .. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">لازلت أستطيع تذكر كيف كانت للكلمات رائحة الطيب.. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">كيف كانت للألوان طعم يستساغ ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> كيف كانت أحلامي موج لا يهدأ .. كيف كان عقلي نحل يطن ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> كيف كان قلبي عصفور يبحث عن حريته ... </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">عفوا حبيبي تذكرتك</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-115082749735308473?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1150664602874262932006-06-18T13:45:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.637-08:00<span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Jobs I've Had in My Life...</span><br />1. physical therapist<br />2.an assisstant in an IT company "ordinator, we data entry ,and other things"<br />3.assisted my dad in his work " data entry mainly"<br />4.free lans translaor <_< just once<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over...</span><br />1. forrest gump<br />2-u've got mail<br />3- sleepless in seatle<br />4- green mile<br />:X: i'm a big fan of tom hanks<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Places I've lived...</span><br />1. abudhabi/U.A.E<br />2. portsaid<br />3. Cairo<br />4.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 TV Shows I Love to Watch...<br /></span>1. operah<br />2.friends<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Places I've Been on Vacation...<br /></span>1. :D mesh 7agat woow ya3ny .. maybe alex masalan<br />2.<br />3.<br />4.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Websites I Visit Daily...</span><br />1. slang<br />2. hotmail<br />3. some blogs<br />4.metacafe<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Places I'd Rather be Right Now...<br /></span>1. Abudhabi<br />2-swissland<br />3-italy<br />4-spain<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4 Bloggers I'm Tagging...</span><br />1. :D mesh 3andy 7ad a3melo tagg over than the pppl u tagged<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-115066460287426293?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1149089386127543592006-05-31T08:20:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.561-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/1600/scream2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/320/scream2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">انه حين من الأحيان التي تكون فيها الحياة أخبث من خباثتها المحتملة ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">من الأحيان التي تهتز فيها نواميس الكون التي نعتقدها منذ الميلاد .. </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">عندما تدرك أنك فعلا بتنفخ في قربة مقطوعة .. </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">عندما تهاجمك الام معدتك كرد فعل لمجرد حفظ أعصابك من الانفلات تجاوبا لما يحدث حولك ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">عندما تصبح قوقعتك هي الحل الذي يهديك تفكيرك اليه حماية لك من الاصابة بالشلل ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">عندما يصبح مجرد انفعالك ضعف لا تستطيع اظهاره ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114908938612754359?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1148965984146082012006-05-29T22:12:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.492-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">في بعض الأحيان قد تعاني من استنزاف لطاقاتك الأنسانية ... يصعب حينها استيعابك لتفاعلات المحيطين بك بنفس الصدر الرحب المعتاد ..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114896598414608201?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1148844093512997472006-05-28T12:20:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.417-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">سيبوني أتوووووووووووووووه وحدي...... عطشان أنا عطشان</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114884409351299747?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1148452235836353382006-05-23T23:25:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.339-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/1600/FootinMouthKeating.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/320/FootinMouthKeating.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />u keep asking me to tell u .. and insisting on knowing details of my life ... then all i get from u are akward replies .. and indifference to to my words .. :S i just feel then like somone has pushed his foot in my mouth<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114845223583635338?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1148419707804647202006-05-23T14:10:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.253-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/1600/regret.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/320/regret.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />:) nothing but ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114841970780464720?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1147114223660444642006-05-08T11:49:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.171-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">she used to be the first in everything ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">now regression is invading all aspects of her life ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">she can't find her self succesfull in anything once more..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">work, friends, socail life, even her heart are now sources of despair ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">NOW..the only game she's succeding with high marks is ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">:( making a fool out of her self</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114711422366044464?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1144273908131127812006-04-05T14:50:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.100-08:00everytime you are here... and we have a fight<br />i find no where to go ... no shelter to hide in..<br />you are invading everywhere ...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">leave me some space to breath ...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114427390813112781?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1144273766903114732006-04-05T14:48:00.000-07:002006-11-15T12:40:23.033-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">طب اعمل ايه عشان ترتاحي ... اعمل ايه فهميني..<br />اتكتم و اسكت و أشيل جوايا ... تدوسي عليا و تيجي عليا<br />لا و كمان سكاتي مش عاجب .. و وشي مش رايق..<br />أقول كلمة واحدة ابقى قفلتك و طريقتي جارحة ..<br />أحاول اتكلم يمكن تفهميني .. و ترتاحي و تريحيني..<br />تعيطي و تشيلي مني.. و لا بترتاحي و لا تريحيني ..<br />طب اعمل ايه..<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">اعملك ايه طيب قوليلي</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114427376690311473?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1143748940896541642006-03-30T11:59:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.967-08:00<span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">hilarious discussion with my friend about how he's been our friend for so long and how he mustn't get out of our circle or gets involve with any outsider ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Then the dream came few days later .. he appeared telling me that he got him self a girlfriend... if felt really bad in the dream, how could he got him self a partener .after all these years of friendship .. </span></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>girl, can u listen to ur self????</strong> </span></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">being ur friend doesn't mean he's ur property ... </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Waked up next morning full of confliction . i called him : we have to meet ...</span></span><br /><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;">what's going in ur mind ?? is it just switch of moods?? r u just defending ur friendship structure ??is it u r just searching for someone to be there and he's the only one around ...</span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;">big questions ,,, mass confussion</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114374894089654164?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1143747198694055152006-03-30T11:31:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.895-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">غريب هو الأحساس المختلف للفرد بالوقت .. البارحة أحسست بأطول ليلة نمتها في حياتي .. مع أنها نفس عدد ساعات نومي المعتادة كل ليلة.. لكن احساسي بها اختلف البارحة .. أحسست أني أخذت كفاياتي من النوم و زيادة و أيضا الساعات التي قضيتها بعد الفجر .. أحسست بها ضعف الوقت الذي أقضيه يوميا .. لدرجة أني شكيت لأكثر من مرة في احتمال فوات موعد استيقاظي</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114374719869405515?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1143209015472583972006-03-24T06:02:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.823-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">"أسوأ ما في امتناعك عن الأشتغال بالسياسة .. أن يتحكم فيك من هم دونك كثيرا " أنيس منصور<br /><br />أستوقفتني و أعجبتني</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114320901547258397?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1143193227776767152006-03-24T01:39:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.741-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">هل حقا أصبحت هكذا ؟؟؟ هل تحولت الى هذه الصورة التي أمقتها ؟؟؟<br />لو لم يكن فلماذا هذا الأحساس بالذنب الذي يعذبني ؟؟<br />فيما مضى كنت اتعجب من قدرة أحدهم على جرح احساس من أمامه بسلاح الكلمة ... هل تحولت لهذه الصورة ؟؟؟ و كيف لم اتنبه لهذا التحول؟؟؟<br />كيف يتحول الانسان من الضد للضد ؟؟ كيف تتحول كل هذه الحساسية الى ما يمكن تسميته توحش ؟؟<br />الى هذا الحد أصبحت مغمضة العينين و القلب؟؟؟<br />أما أتعرض له يبرر لي ما أصبحت عليه ؟؟<br />و لماذا هذه الرغبة في فتح أبواب أعرف ما ينتظرني خلفها ؟؟؟</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114319322777676715?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1142772890705654312006-03-19T04:53:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.672-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">عندما تسيطر عليك فكرة مدمرة تتحكم في تصرفاتك و تعلق عليها اسباب فشلك و احباطاتك .. مع رفضك التام الواعي السابق لمجرد تمرير الفكرة على قنوات التفكير في عقلك.. عندها تصبح شيطان نفسك ..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114277289070565431?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1142715056872190542006-03-18T12:50:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.592-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">BACK OFF</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114271505687219054?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1142714551984777662006-03-18T12:40:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.526-08:00i don't wanna move forward<br />i don't wanna move backward<br />forward is not likely bright<br />backward is rather akward<br />i just wanna press <span style="font-size:130%;">STOP</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114271455198477766?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1142318145565529492006-03-13T22:35:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.462-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">لكن ساعات .. دق الساعات ... بيجرح حاجات.. بيخنق حاجات</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114231814556552949?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141828119138054352006-03-08T06:27:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.371-08:00You are supposed to care and protect ... instead all u do is to interfere and protest<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114182811913805435?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141798868411480872006-03-07T22:20:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.305-08:00being able to take care of my self and others.. doesn't mean that i don't need to be cared for<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114179886841148087?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141798818126443632006-03-07T22:19:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.219-08:00i still can't look in ur face ... something helding me away from forgiving ..i don't know what makes it that hard to forgive .. it wasn't that big ...till when i'll be hiding behind my silence ..i know u r afraid of my silence .. ur feeling there's something wrong about it ...guess what hunny .. yess, there's something wrong ...anyway to fear my silence ..is much than facing my words ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114179881812644363?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141768108345732892006-03-07T13:46:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.131-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">لا أدري لماذا ينتابني هذا الشعور في هذا الجو المترب , أحس أن الدنيا خرجت لتوها من معركة حربية , حيث أشلاء الضحايا متناثرة في كل الأرجاء , و أتربة المعركة لازلت تحلق في الهواء كأنها في انتظار قطرة مطر لتغسل عنها وعثاء المعركة ..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114176810834573289?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141584840574224252006-03-05T10:51:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:22.031-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">10 things i loved about that day :</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I loved the tons of fun i had ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">and the way on my departure eyes turned sad ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I loved walking long along the beach ...<br />and the feeling that as if tomorrow is out of reach ...<br /><br />I loved the smell of my coffee in the morning..<br />and the eating in the street without worring ...<br /><br />I loved the fact that i saw parts of ur world ...<br />and also chatting , arguing alot along the road ...<br /><br />I loved the care , jokes, mock, photos and food ...<br />i even loved riding alone without a dude ..<br /><br />i loved every tiny detail about that day</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114158484057422425?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141494229947394752006-03-04T09:42:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.944-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">لماذا هي لحظات الوجوم التي تنتابني بعد يوم ملئ بالأحداث السعيدة الصاخبة ...<br />أكاد لا أصدق أن هذا اليوم قد انتهى ..<br />أكاد لا أصدق أني سأعود غدا لحياتي الرتيبة المملة ..<br />غدا عودة للتوترات و المشاكل و الروتين...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114149422994739475?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141464892509193952006-03-04T01:33:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.873-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;">كم أعشق شوارع المدينة الخالية .. في الصباح الباكر من يوم الجمعة .. أحس أني أتجول في املاكي الخاصة .</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114146489250919395?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141078448061192912006-02-27T14:11:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.783-08:00<strong></strong>مش عارفة أنام ... مع اني محتاجة أنام أوي...<br />أنا تعبانة .. و قلقاتة.. و مخنوقة... و متضايقة... و غضبانة ... و زهقانة ... و خايفة .. و مش فاهمة <br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114107844806119291?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1141055644140822532006-02-27T07:52:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.721-08:00<strong></strong>حاسب من الاحزان و حاســـــــب لها<br /><br />حاسب علي رقابيك من حبلـــــــــــها<br /><br />راح تنتهي و لابد راح تنتهــــــــــي<br /><br />مش انتهت أحزان من قبلهــــــــــا؟<br /><br />عجبي !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114105564414082253?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1140978488475699072006-02-26T10:26:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.655-08:00<strong></strong>لماذا افتقدها الى هذا الحد <br />لماذا أتحسس خطواتها و أبحث عنها <br />رغم أني أكاد لا أتذكر ملامحها <br />هل لازلت تسكن بداخلي <br />أم أنها تاهت في زحام الحياة<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114097848847569907?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1140701212420909532006-02-23T05:25:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.580-08:00و أذبل ...<br />أذبل ....<br />أمووووووووووت <br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114070121242090953?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1140615705053563202006-02-22T05:41:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.511-08:00نعم. نفس المكان اللي كان بيجمعنا سوا <br />نعم. نفس الكلمات و الضحكات و القفشات .<br />نعم. اجتمعنا أربعتنا من جديد .<br />لا أدري كم مر من أعوام ..<br />أحسه دهر مضى ... و هي لاتتجاوز الأعوام الثلاثة ..<br />و لكنها كأنها عمر جرى..<br />نعم لم يتغير شيء .. و لكن تغير كل شيء<br />حنين امتلكني نحو مشاعري القديمة و لكن ...<br />شيء يتحرك في صدري يمنع هذا الحنين من امتلاكي ...<br />عذرا لما كان ... ما ينفعش نرجع زي زمان ... <br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114061570505356320?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1140297708995144652006-02-18T13:16:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.427-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/1600/sad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /> am i not one of ur kids.. just like them?? why do i have to apprecaite ... is it wrong to be sensitive .. is it wrong to understand others ..<br />why can't other's appreciate this ... why can't u "my mother" notice this... do i have to ask in senseless way to answer ..<br />why is my needs isn't that essential ... what i have to do for u to notice ... i can't hurt u or overload u .. i love u :( ]<strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114029770899514465?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1140041506014514072006-02-15T14:09:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.322-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/1600/mohamedmounir.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/533/2257/200/mohamedmounir.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />ما هذا الشعور الغريب الذي ينتابني عند سماع صوتك يا منير؟؟<br />خاصة عند سماع أغنية لم تتبادر الى أذني منذ زمن ..<br />مزيج غريب من المشاعر التي يصعب اجتماعها في آن واحد ...<br />بالعامية صوتك بيثــــبتني يا منير ...<br />أحس بالفرحة كأن قلبي يرقص بين أضلاعي... و في نفس الوقت أحس بالشجن لاستطعامي لدقة كلماتك <br />أحس برغبة في التأمل ... أحس بالرغبة في احتضانك كانسان ... أحسك لساني يعبر عني..<br />أحس أنك تبهجني ... أحس أنك فنجان القهوة و قالب الشيكولاتة...<br />أحس برغبة في الرقص تحت المطر ...<br />أحس برغبة في التدخين .. نعم التدخين .. رغم أني غير مدخنة..<br />أحس بالرغبة في مصاحبة الدخان المتناثر من فمي و أنفي في رحلته نحو الزوال ...<br />أحس كأنه الصوت القادم من بعيد ...<br />كل هذا السحر ينقلني اليه صوتك يا منير ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-114004150601451407?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1139946603557679672006-02-14T11:49:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.245-08:00بره الشبابيك .... غيوم <br />بره الشبابيك .... مطر <br />مالي خايف كده... حايف كده... و حاسس بالخطر<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-113994660355767967?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1139781348902346092006-02-12T13:51:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.171-08:00today i had a patient who almost went into a hypertensive attack .. yeah it wasn't my fault but....<br /> 5 minutes was the hardest minutes i went through for sometime now <br />it took me back to that ugly day .. i had this bad case... :( i though i forgot about it .. i though i got over it ... but at this moment i was about to lose control as before.. i panicked as before... i got my limbs cold as before .. thank god this time i dealed ok.. :( but still i can't get full control in bad cases<br /><br />will i ever got used on it ever ??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-113978134890234609?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1139746487728156482006-02-12T04:13:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.077-08:00لماذا تسأله عني؟؟<br />و لماذا هذا السؤال بعينه؟؟<br />معقــــــــول؟؟<br />أ معقول ما راود ذهني منذ عصور مضت ..قد راودك أيضا؟؟<br />هل داعبك حلم من جديد ؟؟<br />أم أنها مجرد تخاريف؟؟<br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-113974648772815648?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1139607129524392182006-02-10T13:27:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:21.002-08:00leeh?? howa elly beye7sal dah leeh?? :S howa ana ma yenfa3sh afra7 youm keda 3la ba3do... ana mesh keda .. ana mesh haseeb nafsy lel e7sas dah .. kadar ellah wee ma sha2 fa3al .. el7amdolela ya rab 3la kol shee2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-113960712952439218?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22212267.post-1139517576082058452006-02-09T12:39:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:40:20.905-08:00za3lana men alby ...3shan wage3ny..mesh 3arfa malo..ma ba2ash yekalemny ..ma ba2ash yefahemny ..tab 2olly malak ..tab feen 2ararak ..tekonsh tayeh ..mesh la2y matwa...tekonsh rafed..testana bokra ..we bardo lesaa .... wage3ny ya alby<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22212267-113951757608205845?l=salsal82.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Salsalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08995009413023738550noreply@blogger.com2