tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210070392011-07-28T19:12:43.138+02:00zambarotanoreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-87454272973234972102010-01-06T21:07:00.000+02:002010-01-06T21:09:01.783+02:00

و بقينا ملطشة شكراً

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-11537156309366454422009-12-01T20:26:00.000+02:002009-12-01T20:26:02.620+02:00

Why did everybody laughwhen I told them my dreamI guess they all were so farfrom that kind of sceneFeeling mean

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I wish I had better lifeI wish to me make my life better oneMake it a life for a normal person to livedepressed

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The trip around the middle east has been in my mind for a long time. and now I'm almost free to plan for it now after finishing uni and have not worked yet and I think it will be the only time I'll be free for this kind of adventure. I thought of going from east to west using all kind of transportation I could find .it will be trains, buses, cars, bikes , donkeys or even hiking on foot. a lot of

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All that you touchAll that you seeAll that you tasteAll you feel.All that you loveAll that you hateAll you distrustAll you save.All that you giveAll that you dealAll that you buy,Beg, borrow or steal.All you createAll you destroyAll that you doAll that you say.All that you eatAnd everyone you meetAll that you slightAnd everyone you fight.All that is nowAll that is goneAll thats to comeAnd

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-83703562021647093452009-09-17T17:33:00.000+02:002009-09-17T17:34:05.110+02:00

الانعزال التام أو الموت الزؤام.

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"Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird. If they are well balanced, the flight will be well balanced.But if one is stunted, the right would also be stunted. And to be sure if the two are lost, the bird will be in the throes of death"

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I should be happy then why I’m not?Why I’m always like that thinking about a lot of things?Why do I always think that there is nothing good could happen to me?Why do I feel that happiness is something for everyone but not me?Why do I do this to myself?Why don’t get happy anymore?I want to feel happy because a lot of good things happening around meAm I going into a depression?Have I ever been out

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-30837631752412656662009-05-27T01:08:00.003+03:002009-05-27T01:17:55.539+03:00

Hamlet is basically a teenage boy. He got all these desires. But he doesn’t have the bottom to reach out for them. So, he goes mad, soliloquising about Ofelia and it ends up so boring that somebody has to kill him.

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We.We together.One being.Flow together like water.Till I can't tell you from me.I drink you.Now.Now.You're my light.My guide.

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MISS YOU DAD

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When we attach ourselves to national identities, then we enter into a cycle of conflict. I didn't choose where I was born or who to be or what people would call me. I'm a hybrid, from a cultural perspective, but I don't think in these terms. I'm more simple than that. I'm a mammal who will live 70 years more or less, who believes in God and likes his life.Ashraf Barhom

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BarcelonaPorque tanto perderse tanto buscarse sin encontrarseme encierran los muros de todas partesBarcelona te esta's equivocando no puedes seguir ignorandoque el mundo sea otra cosa y volar como mariposa.Barcelona hace un calor que me dejafri'a por dentro con este vicio de vivir mintiendoque bonito seria tu mar si supiera yo nadar.Barcelona Y mientras esta' llena de cara de gente

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-56437979941848392162009-04-11T20:50:00.000+02:002009-04-11T20:51:47.724+02:00

shit doesn't happen we create it:S

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-46985680607120286452009-04-06T13:11:00.002+02:002009-04-06T13:20:06.093+02:00

We can fight our desiresOuuhh but when we start making firesWe get ever so hotOuuhh whether we like it or not.They say we can love who we trustOuuhh but what is love without lust?Two hours with accurate devotionsOuuhh and what are feelings without emotions?I'm going in for the killI'm doing it for a thrillI'm hoping you'll understandAnd not let go of my handI had my hopes in the moonlightOuuhh

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-34118940399424925972009-03-27T23:25:00.002+02:002009-03-30T02:47:03.506+02:00

Little by little the night turns aroundCounting the leaves which tremble at dawnNovices lean on each other in yearningUnder the leaves the swallow is restingSet the controls for the heart of the sunOver the mountain watching the watcherBreaking the darkness waking the grapevineOne inch of love is one inch of shadowLove is the shadow that ripen's the wineSet the controls for the heart of the

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Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous;love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly;it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.Love never fails1 Corinthians 13:4-7,13

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All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than othersAnimal Farm 1945

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Feeling gloomy like the weather

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-2333629903710580962009-02-24T10:52:00.003+02:002009-02-24T11:10:10.256+02:00

I feel great by these days it has been great two weeks till now before these two weeks my cousine had readen my coffee cup and told me about somethings some of them happened in real now which is good for now but she told me there will be tears so. I hope this part of the cup would be a lie :DJust enjoying the sun with this cold winter breeze and the haveing a hot cup of tea in the club house and

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I want to be rich and I want lots of moneyI don't care about clever I don’t care about funnyI want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamondsI heard people die while they are trying to find themI'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless'Cuz everyone knows that's how you get famousI'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirrorI'm on the right track yeah I'm on to a winnerI don't know what

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-40191765931142159092009-01-16T00:15:00.001+02:002009-01-16T00:18:17.056+02:00

Death ain't nuthin but a heart beat away I'm livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say? I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fow'? The way things is goin' I don't knowPower and the money, money and the powerMinute after minute, hour after hourEverybody's runnin, but half of them ain't lookinWhat's goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what's cookinThey say I got ta learn, but

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-64598455781138567882009-01-10T01:25:00.001+02:002009-01-10T01:28:54.730+02:00

I NEED PEOPLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH

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I'm sick of doubtLive in the light of certainSouthCruel bindings.The servants have the powerDog-men and their mean womenPulling poor blankets overOur sailorsI'm sick of dour facesStaring at me from the TVTower, I want roses inMy garden bower; dig?Royal babies, rubiesMust now replace abortedStrangers in the mudThese mutants, blood-mealFor the plant that's plowed.They are waiting to take us intoThe

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-53591958141924938672008-09-28T01:29:00.005+02:002008-09-28T01:58:24.442+02:00

I just remembered now by hearing this song my first time to understand who are Amzighies (berber people). Well it is a song by Idir one of the best musicians from the amazighies well I wasn't surprised that I found that he and Souad Massi both have kabylie (one of the berbers tribes) descent. I'll go and sit under the moon and enjoy the guitar and the song and try to understand what they are

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losing my religion that's one of the things we sharefarewell my friend my dear friendLife is biggerIts bigger than youAnd you are not meThe lengths that I will go toThe distance in your eyesOh no Ive said too muchI set it upThats me in the cornerThats me in the spotlightLosing my religionTrying to keep up with youAnd I dont know if I can do itOh no Ive said too muchI havent said enoughI thought

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Getting ready at 9 p.m for a nice saturday night. I remember saturdays since schools they were horrible day to me walking up at 10 in the morning have to study and then study then go to sleep early to school the other day and the end of the weekend I think no one liked to have the weekend to end actually . In England it is different because it means another day of a party meeting new people and

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My makeup is dry and it clags on my chinI'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and ginThe lion tamers whip doesn't crack anymoreThe lions they wont fight and the tigers wont roarLa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laSo lets all drink to the death of a clownWon't someone help me to break up this crownLets all drink to the death of a clownLets all drink to the death of a clownThe old fortune teller lies dead on

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-57017305385426006482008-04-12T15:32:00.003+02:002008-04-15T15:28:17.669+02:00

All people seem to be divided into "ordinary" and "extraordinary". The ordinary people must lead a life of strict obedience and have no right to transgress the law because they are ordinary. Whereas the extraordinary people have the right to commit any crime they like and transgress the law in any way just because they happen to be extraordinary.By Dostoevsky

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الحقيقه هي الأخلاص مع النفس أولاالبحر أخر ملاذ من حمريه الناسالحريه هي أن تكون عبد للحقيقةالحب هو العطاء أنا احبك فأنا المدين أليك بكل شئ

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مش عارف اوصف الحاله الي انا فيها هل هي سعاده أنبهار ولا نشوه لكن مأكد انا مش حزين هذه الحاله هي الحاله لما بشوف حاجه حلوه جميله صفيه منغير شوائب .ممكن اكون اتجننت لكن من امتى وانا مش مجنون دايما بحول اوصل لأشياء خياليه وهميه دائما اريد ان اصل لقمت الجبل لأعمق البحار دائما اجري وراء السراب و الوهم معتقدا اني ممكن أصل لشئ . لشئ لم يصل اليه احد من قبل ليس ليقال اني اكتشفته لكن لأرضاء روحي و عقلي

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-49620289710560234702008-04-06T16:03:00.002+02:002008-04-06T16:14:05.612+02:00

walahy ana mabsout mean modo3 el2drab dah 3elman 2ny modreb betb3ty 3ashan ana mabshtghalsh wa mabnzelsh elkolya wa mabshtrish 7aga bas bardo shayef 2no modo3 fashel wa malosh lazma wala 7y2dem wala 7y2kher bas ana mabsout bardo ana 3omry mal2et elbalad keda fadya wa ray2a wa elwa7ed ya3raf yatmasha wa yaro7 wa yagy mangher za7ma ya3ni ember7 kont ray7 meshwar wa 23edt felshar3 modet sa3aten fi

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What would do think if I sang out of tune,Would you stand up and walk out on me.Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,And I'll try not to sing out of key.Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,He gets high with a little help from his friends,Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends. What do I do when my love is away.(Does it worry you to be alone)How do I feel by the end

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-12112905696414671362008-03-24T01:17:00.003+02:002008-03-24T01:28:44.185+02:00

I don't know why I became so sensitive to my past childhood whenever I remember a day or an occasion about my childhood I just go into tears. Maybe because I had a nice pleasant one that I just ruined it up side down by taking a lot of  bad  decisions and making up my mind in a wrong turns for the past ten years at least. I need to stop these decisions and turns and fix my self I need to feel

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How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-82288368395501721092008-02-25T01:16:00.002+02:002008-02-25T01:33:42.812+02:00

I was tagged by Emy and it's issue is to write 6 things i should have done before reaching 181- learned how to play any kind of musical instrument2- made some critical decisions right from the first place3-kept playing sports and stick to one that I was good in4-Stopped living without an aim in my life like a hippie5-keep friends since childhood and learn to be more sociable6-to stop dreaming

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-47212899713276685862008-02-20T17:59:00.000+02:002008-02-20T18:03:07.851+02:00

One thing doesn't make a man

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-71918404013669082022008-02-11T01:34:00.000+02:002008-02-11T02:04:33.417+02:00

Today being walking up early which is not something I usualy do and listening to pick of the pops was making my day I just remembered the sunday mornings in London .Walking up at 8 in the morning having a good breakfast having a good cup of coffee and then going out buying the newspapers. Then talking the bus number 13 to go to goldens green to go to greegs to get my special suasage rolls and my

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-43610992706728960942008-01-17T01:30:00.000+02:002008-01-17T01:38:14.502+02:00

Realizing that what was the last time I had fun or felt pleased and happy I just can't recall it that I began to feel that I have never had one. And looking for something good or something that is real in my life I found nothing. So being here or not doesn't really matte.I decided to suicide since that there is nothing in my life and it is so empty maybe it is a bit late it is not a bit it is a

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-24056552762944603532008-01-13T12:48:00.000+02:002008-01-13T12:50:29.893+02:00

one old greek once saidLife is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and look for trouble. You've got everthing except one thing: madness! A man needs a little madness, or else he never dares cut the rope and be free.

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All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity

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I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our

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Power is when we have every justification to kill, and we don't A man steals something, he's brought in before the Emperor, he throws himself down on the ground. He begs for his life, he knows he's going to die. And the Emperor... pardons him. This worthless man, he lets him go. That is Power

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I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-3381941889417159492007-10-25T13:49:00.000+02:002007-10-25T13:55:19.291+02:00

A revolution isn't a gala dinner. It cannot be created like a book, a drawing or a tapestry. It cannot unfold with such elegance, tranquility and delicacy. Or such sweetness, affability. Courtesy, restraint and generosity. A revolution is an uprising, a violent act by which one class overthrows anotherfrom Mao Tse Tung (The Little Red Book)

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin... let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead. Put crepe bows 'round the necks of public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-24263258964791078122007-07-30T22:33:00.000+03:002007-07-30T22:35:46.116+03:00

فعلا الفرحه شئ معدي

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-8561996933128418052007-07-02T12:28:00.001+03:002007-07-02T12:39:14.523+03:00

Since I came to this city and it is always raining and I didn't stay for a week and they found some bombs and an egyptian guy thought to be an agent to be killed and they don't know if he is killed or not or even if he is an agent or not i came here with the problems shakly keda :D bas other than that everything is fine and I'm enjoying it

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-54427848427922513862007-06-15T01:17:00.000+03:002007-06-15T01:39:33.076+03:00

It is really weird thing is to experience death and to be a min. maybe a sec. from death I experienced it three times in life. The weirdest is that in these three times I was with the same person. The last time was today the first two I was younger careless and have nothing to live for I was just living day by day didn't care much if I lived tomorrow or not. I just felt life isn't important and

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-26555597098916570082007-06-07T14:38:00.000+03:002007-06-07T14:41:52.782+03:00

I didn't relaise that it is june but today june to me means a lot it is the end of year and new year for me it is the time od going to the sea to enjoy it specialy that last year I didn't enjoy the sea the only sea I went it was the freezing sea of the northen sea in england. So i hope this year i enjoy june the rest days of it have good time in the last breezes in summer.I'm almost finished with

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-17737268378158040622007-06-06T12:21:00.000+03:002007-06-06T12:46:37.885+03:00

One of the things that makes me angry is the peoples look and attitude to me as if I'm not like them and sometimes I wanted to scream YES I HAVE A LONG HAIR AND BEARD I DIDN'T SHAVE FOR 3 MONTH AND DIDN'T HAVE A CUT FOR A YEAR SO WHAT ?!!!! IT IS ME AND I LIKE IT. I really don't know how they want to live in freedon and they don't know how to practice it they don't like what it not like them and

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-8130961652133336352007-06-01T02:00:00.000+03:002007-06-01T02:27:57.924+03:00

I don't know what to say or write about I have nothing to talk about i'm depressed feels bad and not doing good because of nothing maybe i don't feel loved but i don't know what is love i don't know how to feel loved it is like talking about how drugs gives these good feeling and the great feeling getting stoned but they didn't try it .It is the same here i didn't try it i don't think i will ever

zambarotanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21007039.post-92186014732941259362007-05-30T01:58:00.000+03:002007-05-30T02:05:32.929+03:00

مخنوء-ليه؟-مش عارف-أدخول نام- حاضر-

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Since I'm not the worlds most physical or passionate guy as the kinks said, and not a high shoot talker I can't tell a sentence without any mistake which makes me silent most of the time. I use the eye it really sometimes work but not always but at least it works with me i can understand the person in front of me through his looks and his way he is moving his eye face and looking at thing . It

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Why was the jewish people had all this haters in the old world before the world war 2 in Europe. I had this question for years in my mind. And I found simply that they were the minority and since at these times like the czarina empire or the third reich ruling time and other more were a dictatorship regims so the needed someone or something for the people to get angry and hate but not the

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I really have nothing to say but god damn this memory. It is my first time to hate a memory I have even if it is a bad one I never hate it. But last summer it was not just a memory it is something that is graved in my brain and heart. I miss these happy faces I see every day with this nice smile even they don't know you or ever seen you or need anything from you just a smile this is there secret

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It is realy nice to feel happy I have been sad for a long time I'm so happy these days things is going ok not just ok but going very well never been that well from a long time. When you feel happy you feel alive enjoying every thing like now even I'm not at home but i'm listening to BBC Radio One listening to the show I have been listening to for three month in England in the bus in Durham City

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One of the thing that made me think alot for along days is what is right and what is wrong. Right and wrong change by time like of something is wrong to you know after years you will find yourself doing it and becomes right. And who says this is right or wrong if a judge is the one who takes the life of a guilty person by his own hands he will rethink thousand times before judgeing on a killer by

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The school reunion is after 3 days and it is going the other way I thought about at all I was going to there alone on a chance to meet people there but last night I found someone calling me to invite me to go with them actualy they were they last people I wondered even to see them there the people who used to give me the hard time in school I offcourse couldn't refuse this invitation I hope just

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I don't feel what is going on with th world or anything outside my room I'm stuck in studying and have no time to do anything but exams and studying and not sleeping I sleep or 2 hours a day and my mind giving conflicting orders like when if I want to drink i go to the bathroom to pee and I'm don't know what I say or do and i'm thinking about alot of things that needs to be written down before I

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I remember once when I was in England and slept at the house of a friend. The most thing I remember was the morning it was my first time to sleep a total night beside someone in the same bed feeling her body feeling her breathing . Back to the morning and forget about the night sitting in the bed looking through the door beside me seeing her getting out from the shower and telling me good morning

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It is a critical time for me now i have exams in 11 days i know nothing about it so it is time to say to movies goodbye and to music see you soon body and to books I'll be back and try to concentrate on my books of auditing and managerial accounting and international economic and other stuff i don't really like but I'm stuck to it and i have no way out from it i will take these 10 days off from

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Last night I was introduced to a singer called May Nasr her sweet voice and the soft guitar and her shamy accent made me remember the days in England when we used to gather at shady's apartment in Durham I meet there a real good pure people There was always Shady and Ameen from Jordan and Galal and Ziad and Essmat from Syria and me and Ehab from Egypt and sometimes Amr also used to come and Abo

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It is something good to know somethings that was happening from your back and know what was told on your behalf without knowing or even having a note may be that things disroied alot of things i wished it didn't go that waywell yesterday i knew alot of things that pleased me and proveing that not all the people you trust are the good people some of them are just mean and play it dirty but thanks

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A lot of people mostly all of them don't think or tried to think about the truth about us as human some take it as it is just a creature created by god and all what they have to do on earth is to worship god and build earth.But what if human isn't a human we are all not real we just live in a big simulation of computer and we are the in the future and this simulation (our world now) is just a

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This is Fiona Apples video for the song not about love.....it is really not about love

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That is what i have returned to home or so called home realy it isn't home because home is the place you feel secure and comfort and i don't feel them both i feel it is the fuck shit people trying to say it is home i was sent for 3 months to heaven and then returned back to hell. hell yes it is hell with all the meaning of it when you lose the control of your self and find that other people are

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Gimme an F!F!Gimme an U!U!Gimme an C!C!Gimme an K!K!What's that spell ?FISH!What's that spell ?FISH!What's that spell ?FISH!Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,Uncle Sam needs your help again.He's got himself in a terrible jamWay down yonder in VietnamSo put down your books and pick up a gun,We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.And it's one, two, three,What are we fighting for ?Don't ask me, I

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I miss egypt tonight after almost a month from traveling i began to miss egypt tonight i was searching for an egyptian station negoom fm to listen to i thought i will make me feel better i didn't find it online and couldn't play it so i was so upset then i found an arabic radio to listen to i began to listen and after 2 song i began to remember cairo nights and alexandria when i used to open the

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You live in the same world as I doBut somehow I never noticedYou before todayI'm ashamed to sayBeautiful peopleWe share the same back doorAnd it isn't rightWe never met beforeBut thenWe may never meet againIf I weren't afraid you'd laugh at meI would run and take all your handsAnd I'd gather everyone together for a dayAnd when we gather'dI'll pass buttons out that sayBeautiful peopleThen you'd

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most people think that freedom is granted by god when he is born . there is a lot of meanings to freedom. freedom changes from time to time as the person gets older till he die at first days of his life the freedom he is granted is the freedom from the dark womb of his mother and going to the outer world. well I'm was wrong when i said it is granted freedom isn't granted freedom is something you

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one of the stupidest thing in human nature is that they think they are the center of the world and every thing is going around them not they are just people living and they surrounded by people they can lose every thing they have just thinking tat they can own the world and do whatever they want whatever they want to whoever they want and the rest of the world have to accept them as they whatever

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ةسنعود الي لابث مره اخرى ان شاء الله و هذه المره سنبث من تحت الماء لان الجو حر و رطوبه فلازم نبث من حته طراوه عشان نشعشع و نقول احلى كلاممراسلكم من حته طراوه تحت الماءالمشعشع

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فتح أقرب كتاب اليك , على الصفحة 18 , سطر 4مرحب ربيع مرحب ربيع مرحبهمد ذراعك اليسرى قدر ماتستطيعmafish 7agaما اّخر ماشاهدته على التلفزيونCSIبدون أن تسترق النظر , تكهن كم الساعة12 belalوالاّن ..كم الساعة فعلا2353باستثناء صوت الكمبيوتر .. أي صوت تسمع؟اmusic from cafe delmarمتى خرجت من المنزل للمرة الأخيرة ؟ ماذا كنت تفعل؟el2hwa watching match bet3 germanyقبل مباشرتك هذه الأسئلة أي موقع كنت تتصفح؟

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this song made my day mesh momken the beatles will kill me like that this song is great not just the words the music this simple guitar of johnny playing on it and the soft drums that just make you love :Dhere the words go like soI GIVE HER ALL MY LOVETHAT´S ALL I DO AND IF YOU SAW MY LOVEYOU´D LOVE HER TOOI LOVE HERSHE GIVES ME EVERYTHINGAND TENDERLYTHE KISS MY LOVER BRINGSSHE BRINGS TO MEAND I

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بعد ما عودنا عليهمراحوا و تركونا فالحالنسيوا اللي كان بيداويهمجرحنا و جرحوا الموال

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كل الي حب اتنصف و انا لوحدي شكيتحتى الي روحت اشتكيلوا قال لي ليه حبيتلا شكوا نفعت و لا قلب الحبيب رضياحترت والله و احتار دليللي يا ناس محمد عبدالوهاب

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لا اعلم لماذا فعلت هذا لكنني خلعت ملابسي و وقفت رافعا ذراعي الى الهواء و هو يمر بي أكني فراغ و الشمس تحرق ظهري. يمكن اني اريد حرية او الشعور بالحياه فانا ميت منذ زمن و اريد ان استعيد حياتي و سعادتي بالحياه فانا ميت من زمن اريد ان استعيد حياتي و سعادتي بالحياه التي افتقدها. او يمكن اريد ان استعيد شعوري اني انسان بمنظر البحر الهادئ و صبر الصيادين و قوة الهواء و شموخ الشمس و رقه السماء أو يمكن اني

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ليت لي امراة احبها و اضع ذراعي حولها و نحن نتمشى على صخور البحر ولا نبالي لأحد ولا أعيون الناس مجرد انا و هي على البحر لا نتكلم لكن نفهم و نعلم كل الكلام الذى سيقال مجرد جالسين نستمع الى صوت الامواج و هى تصدم بالصخور ولا نشعور الا بالماء المالح في اقدمنا الحافيتان ولا و لكن نشعر ايضا بالحب بيننا. أني احسد كل اثنان جالسين على البحر يتكلمون بكلام الحب و يشعرون به. ليت تتاح لي هذه الفرصه

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ما اجمل الجلوس وسط الحديقة و سماع تغريد العصافير وانت جالس معك السيجارة و كوب القهوه الذي اعدته خصيصا للاستمتاع به وسط الجمال الرباني الذي حولك من الخضره و الزهور و زقزقة العصافير بدون زحام السيارات و ابواق الاتوبيسات و و زلازل الترام . جالس امامك الفيلل و السفارات و لا اكنك جالس في جاردن سيتي. حديقة ألنبي في كفر عبده ميهمكش اسم المكان لكنه جاردن سيتي الاسكندرية حيث الهدوء و الجمال المعماري

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يا هل ترى حغني وحيات قلبي بتعيت عبد الحليم ولا حغني كلوا راح راح رااااااااااااااح

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اسوا احساس لدى الانسان هو الشعوره بانه منبوذ و ليس له اي اهميه لوجودهوجوده عن عدمه مش فارق مع الي حوليهأكنوا كتله هولاميه متحركه و ان عدم وجدها يكون احسنربنى يبعدكوا عن هذا الاحساسو خليكوا مع اجمل احساس فالكون بتعة الست اليسا

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في الجمسينيات القرن الي فات حصل اتحاد بين مصر و سوريا و سموها الجمهريه العربيه المتحده(في أوائل القرن الي احنى فيه حيصل اتحاد تاني بس حيسموه (تركة أبونا و أنت مالك رجعتوني أتكلم فالسياسه تاني يالي فبالي :D

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لو حبيت أوعى تخبيدريد لحام

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حاليا انا في لحظات هبلاريد ان ادمر و اكسر كل شئ لست راضي عن اي شئ كل شئلا أطيق صوت الناس لا استحمل كلامهم ششش مش عايز اسمع صوت غير صوتي مش عايز اشوف حد يمكن مش عيز اشوف اي حاجة كمان اريد ان ارى بياض كل شئ ابيض ناصع البياض زي الأعلاناتمش دي برضوا لحظت هبل ولا انا مش واخد بالي

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امبارح معرفش حصل ايه المهم ان حصل حاجه اية هي معرفش كل الي اعرفوا ان في حاجة حصلت معرفش اذا كنت انا موجود في وقت مالحصل حصل ولا كنت في غيبوبة كالعادةبس اهم حاجة ان احنى متفقين علي ان حاجة حصلتاي ان كانت ايه هي مهمه كانت فين وليه حصلت المهم انها حصلتحصلت و انا اعد زهئان مش لأي اي حاجة اعملها

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thank god the first slap i returned to her was todayi made her know that she is nothing she is just a small creature that i can crash herand still there will be more slaps i will make her cry for what ever she have done to meand yes i don't love you anymore i don't care about you and i hope you will suffer more and more till you can't stand anymore and you will be sorrynow i can sleep happily

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وحيات امي مش عارف اه بيحصل هو انا لسه .... دي تبئه كارسهمش عارف اعمل ايه اتصرف ازايهو مفيش حال غير اني انسه و احوال اكرهه بالعفيه

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كلمتين لجهين أرتهم علي البحر وسمعتهم من منير و تعبوا دمغي و قلبيايديا في جيوبي و قلبي طربسارح في غربة بس مش مغتربوحدي لكين ونسان و ماشي كدهوبابتعد ... مااعرفش... او باقترب ... عجبي

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اول مره اكتب واول مره اقول حاجه هنا فلزم اصبح وامسي على الناس الحلوين الاعدين و مستربعينو اقول أصطبحنا و صبح الملك لاللهو يلا من هنا عشان حنروش مية

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