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    Яαgιи Яαvєи
    Cairo, Egypt
    Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
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Sunday, December 03, 2006

The night the pure sand grains gathered

Blessed is what I am to have strangers guide me to what's best for me. One can tell a lot more from a piece of paper than from a pointless conversation that would probably focus on the latest edition of Campus or a new concert down at the Culture Wheel.

For that I thank you.

I have been going through rough times lately; the roughest since… ever probably.

Our generation ain't about financial depression. We have the internet and we blog, we must be blessed then, huh.

الحمدلله على كل شيء

But then again… I think the plague of this era hits where it hurts the most. It hits the soul for those of us who've got one.

Any sheep can fall down, but it takes a man to get back on his feet.

Bring it on, I'll say.

I deserve better. I ain't a bad person. I must be worth something on somebody's price list.

This page means nothing to me now. It's served its purpose well. I will keep it out here as a souvenir; a reminder that one shouldn't really give up on things, a reminder never to be left off guard.

I will keep posting. I'll do it on a new page that marks a new beginning for me. I need it. I deserve it.

Something inside me died the past few days. This dead page should resemble the remains of that thing.

I don't want it anymore.

I'll keep it here.

I'll look at it and laugh at myself.

It helped me learn a valuable lesson.

The more you dream, the harder you fall… and the harder you fall, the more you learn.

I'll shatter this life painting into pieces of worthless glass…
And the glass morphed into a mirror that scared her off…

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Thank you and goodbye

I want to thank the people who’ve been stopping by to check this page. I’ve been somehow threatening myself every now and then that I’ll just stop blogging, that I’ll quit writing, but every time I say that it only takes me a week to regain my cruel senses.
Well… this is it. I’m done. I lost my reason to write.

They say that everything has it’s price, including people; but it so happens that when you walk into a store and pick a box that holds your name and realize that that there’s no price tag attached, that’s when you realize that it’s not because you’re so priceless…

Cheapness comes last to all; the true unspoken one. People go through all self-realization stages and always manage to go up a level cleaner, more mature, less discounted, and fine; but when you’ve reached ‘Cheapness’ however, that’s when somebody’s dropped you, and you’ve already morphed into shattered glass. If only people knew they were that fragile…

Let the God up there hear me. I want to live a normal life…

I don’t want to dream anymore.










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