﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Finding Neverland</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/</link><description>“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson (American Poet, Lecturer and Essayist, 1803-1882)</description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:03:13 GMT</pubDate><copyright>Copyright 2008 Neverland</copyright><generator>jeeran RSSGenerator v1.0</generator><image><url>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/photos/profile_t.jpg</url><title>Finding Neverland</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/</link></image><item><title>The end of me…</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/6/591439.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">591439</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;I will not make the same mistake and delete this blog… I will not have the heart to do so… :D&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;But this is the end of me as a blogger… I will keep writing but I think I will not post them online… &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;It was an honor being a part of Jeeran’s family… and being a part of the blogosphere…&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;But every journey has an end… and this is the end of me …&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;Take care all … &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 15:44:22 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/6/591439.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Goodbye/">Goodbye</category></item><item><title>Scattered coins in my purse…</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/4/535626.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">535626</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;At a point, I doubted its existence, and thought that “destiny” is only a word that people invented, so they can use when a hard situation happens to them, or their loved ones.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;For me, it was becoming a word that I don’t want to believe in, and then use it later for numbing a pain that was smashing my heart. I didn’t want vagueness to role my life, and take over my brain. I was so committed of knowing why and when things are happening, and I simply didn’t want to take “destiny” as an answer, and then turn the page and move on to another agony.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"&gt;From a religious point of view, I turned into a Satan or something even worse. But for me, I simply wanted some answers. And at that time, destiny wasn’t the logical explanation I was looking for.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;One day, my co worker came to my office, and started chatting. I wasn’t really interested in her conversation, and she noticed the boredom that took over all my facial expressions. She wanted to grab my attention, and so she pulled my bag from my table trying to tease me, and we heard the coins scattering inside. I knew at the moment that I have forgotten my purse opened, and so the coins found its way to my bag… a better place to breathe.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My co worker, looked and me, and in a funny way, said “whatever, you will collect them back later”.. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;At night, my mom asked me to tip the house keeper, and so I opened my bag, took my purse, went to the house keeper, and gave her what my mom asked me to.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It was next day’s morning. I had to hurry to work, I was LATE. I quickly got dressed, put my shoes on, grabbed my bag, and hurried down stairs. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I was thrilled when I found a cab going around in circles near my house, as if he knew I was late. I ran to him, and asked him to drive me to work...&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Arriving 5 minutes later, it was time to give the driver what he deserves. I opened my bag…and… for a split second I couldn’t even breathe. The purse wasn’t there! DAMN IT! I must have left it at home when I tipped the house keeper. &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I didn’t know what to do, because… I HAVE FORGOTTEN MY CELL PHONE TOO! I can’t call my friends or any co worker, and even if I wanted to they might be at a meeting, and I can’t ask strangers for money, but at the end the driver should be paid. I decided to go back home, and put my position on risk, since a very critical meeting should be conducted in 3 minutes, and I had to be there.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;BUT!!! I remembered that I heard the scattered coins moving around in my bag when I grabbed it, when I ran down the stairs, when I opened my bag and searched for my purse… I, strangely, have totally forgotten to collect them and put them back in my purse, since they create the most annoying sound when the impact occurs between them.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"&gt;I decided that I should collect them, and see if I can pay the guy. And for my ultimate surprise, they were the exact amount I had to pay.. And I did…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I finished the meeting… and sat for a minute … just thinking…. Why my colleague pulled my bag? Why I have forgotten to close my purse? Why the coins were scattered?..why .. why… many whys…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Again, I had no answer… &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;My image was saved, and by what? By worthless scattered coins… &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A strange feeling tickled my heart, and brought tears in my eyes…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Now.. just now… I can say that I believed… and that I am a believer….&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Because sometimes, answers can’t be afforded...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;You just have to believe.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 13:09:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/4/535626.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Stories/">Stories</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Very_Personal/">Very Personal</category></item><item><title>Against them… </title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/4/521175.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">521175</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;They were sitting in the car…&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The rain concealed what was hidden inside. It was really hard to tell what was going on behind the closed windows.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;They weren’t smiling, or crying, or moaning or anything… They were silently watching the pure drops of water dropping gently on the windows, leaving random and confusing traces, just like the path they were walking through. Looking closer and closer … they were holding each others hands.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Rain! Wasn’t the rain supposed to be little drops of water sent from heaven just to bless purity on this earth? Why.. and million whys will come after… why the echo of the sound of the falling drops sends a shiver to their bodies, and the later split second of silence forces their eyes to close in agony? &lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;They don’t know anymore. The fact says they can’t be together. The whole universe was and is against them. Religion, Nationality, Social classes… They weren’t compatible in the eyes of society, culture, and people by any means … This relationship was supposed to end before it starts, because, and only because they were born and raised within families they haven’t even chosen.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;It was better for them to put a tag on what they were and still feeling … and move on.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Were they cowards? By simply not admitting what they were actually feeling out loud? Were they cowards? By simply KNOWING that they met the ONE, but at the end all what they are doing is holding hands and surrendering to what they are told to believe?… The chemistry, the passion, and the similarities that they share were lost in between like a small drop of water falling from the sky on a window, trying to draw an image of romance and passion, but what it could do is leave meaningless traces behind, like footprints of a mother who lost her child.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Looking closer and closer… She is holding her purse now… and looking at him, with million unspoken words in her eyes… She then managed to get closer to him, and give him a small kiss on his cheek… and then finally, but yet hardly, said “Congratulations sweetheart, I am sure that she will make you happy!”… &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:48:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/4/521175.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/PeSsImIsTiC_ThOuGhTs/">PeSsImIsTiC ThOuGhTs</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Stories/">Stories</category></item><item><title>I know now how it is like to be found by you… and only you</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/481573.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">481573</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;
&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;At all times… things can be easily said than done… but here… words are struggling their way out…&lt;/SPAN&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; I can’t seem to express what I have inside, and it seems that I will never be able to prove that all the love and the care, which you have seen, was a very small portion of what I have within my heart…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It is so hard for me to let you know that, and feel it, as everything is vague and confusing inside me… How can I hand on all the mixed emotions that you make me feel, and after that make you feel them in return?... &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Yes… mixed emotions…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; you make me feel weak, since all I want to do is to give up everything, and change the human being that I am, because I want to be all what you want me to be… but yet you make me feel strong, because I know that you are where I want you to be, right here, by my side…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;With all the love that you surrounded me, you brought joy and happiness to my life… but yet, brought misery and anxiety, since all I am worried about is to wake up one day and find you in another time.. Another place.. Somewhere else… Not there by my side anymore…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I love you because it’s you…because you rocked my world once and for all… because you make me laugh… because you make me cry… because you brought hope to my life… because you brought despair to my mind… I know that I love… with all my heart… and I know for sure that I hate you…because you waked up the crazy woman that was concealed inside me…because you made me wonder about you and me all day long … because you brought fretfulness to my sleepless nights… I hate you…because I was fine without you, as I had nothing to worry about.. I had Nothing to feel responsible for.. I had Nothing to mend because the coldness that folded my heart protected me from being crashed… protected me from every possible heart break… I hate you for melting the iciness that covered my life, and exposed me to a possible hurt… and you made my heart subjected to a probable healing process afterwards… &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I hate you… because I simply love you… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Your presence in my life made the impossible possible, you simply blended my feelings and their contraries in a logical and homogonous way….. For reasons I don’t know and I am not sure of… But all I can assure you is that, those fanatical and eccentric mixtures were what I have been longing for… all my entire life… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes, you twisted my mind and made my world go around in circles … with no end… but … All I know is that you made every breath I gasped worth it… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I don’t know where the life is going to take us… and I don’t know if destiny is going to be our best friend or worst enemy… But all I know for sure is that, the beats of our hearts will always keep beating at the same rhythm… because there is only one unique rhythm for the unique two… and my rhythm simply have found yours…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No matter where I am… No matter where you are…The phantom of your presence will always hunt me and keep my life so real… whatever I was doing and will do…I know that I will always be blessed… because once upon a memory… I was blessed by you and because of you… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;DIV class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I was lost … and found… and then lost again… but I have no regrets… because at least, I know now how it is like to be found by you… and only you… and this is something I will always cherish till the end of time… and will keep me alive till the last day of my life…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;I am not into writing love letters to someone… but I was asked to help a friend of mine, and didn’t know that I might actually enjoy it! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;So, no it isn’t for someone who made me feel this way… if you guys were wondering! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: underline; mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-font-style: italic"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:30:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/481573.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/LeTtErs/">LeTtErs</category></item><item><title>My wildest dream…</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/480918.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">480918</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;OK, so I have passed by &lt;A href="http://thecaller.jeeran.com/NADAHA/archive/2008/2/478322.html"&gt;the caller’s&lt;/A&gt; blog and checked &lt;A href="http://thecaller.jeeran.com/NADAHA/archive/2008/2/478322.html"&gt;this post&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I dunno but it tickled a dream that I have always had since I was a little girl, and thought about sharing it with everybody else…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So, MY WILDEST DREAM IS…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I want to be an Academy Award-winning (Oscar) screenwriter :D &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It can’t get any wilder than that!!!... :D&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;PS. LAUGHES …GIGGLES … SMILES… AND ANYTHING RELATED TO “TEETH SHOWING” METHODS ISNT ALLOWED AFTER READING THIS POST!!! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:58:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/480918.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/DrEaMs/">DrEaMs</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/ThOuGhTs/">ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>Belonging …</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/480615.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">480615</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I have always wondered where is love… why it couldn’t find me… why when it found me it decided to flip away in a glance … why when it flipped away I decided that I want to try again… why when I decided to try again, Love couldn’t find me…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This issue keeps me wondering all day long, specially that I have everything anyone could ever want or need. I have a great family and great friends. I am also educated, I have a new good job which I am starting to enjoy from the bottom of my heart, I can afford doing whatever I like, and I am always willing to go through new life experiences, and last but not least, I know that I am survivor. Although I have my break downs but they aren’t many. They are just phases which I go through in order to maintain the balance and then I stand up and move on.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;After thinking deeply about it, I discovered that it isn’t that I need love as a feeling. It is the sense of belonging. The sense of “being someone to someone”. The Sense of “being seen”.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;When I reached to that point, I felt that I have been so unfair to the things that I have, and knew that I underestimated the impact of having my loved ones in my life. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I belong to them. And they belong to me, and this is what love really is, because at the end, Love isn’t all the complicated emotions that you have when you see someone whom you are attracted to. Because with time, these emotions will start fading and will be replaced with other types of emotions…comfort, relive, getting used to ….. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Love is knowing that you are in deep shit but don’t simply give a damn wooden cent for it because the sense of belonging will lead you to a shoulder which you can lay your head on and simply know that everything is alright.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;So, it doesn’t need a special person to make you feel this way. It doesn’t need the presence of someone who chases you in your dreams. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;This sense of belonging can be found everywhere. It is in the shining look of an orphan when someone cares, it is in a work that you like, it is in great friends that stick by your side, it is in the eyes of your parents, and it is in the family that you create. It is everywhere …. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;So… for me it so unfair to search for love from one perspective only… Yes, I know many will say that we want to build new families, we want more than that… to those who say that, your belonging is imprinted in the picture of home, of kids, of a partner… but it will never be the only source of love that surrounds you… So build that base which will help you stand with your head raised high… and then, it’s never so bad to dream for more…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;So, After all, searching for love is so peculiar… so strange&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;… since you can find it everywhere around you… in many shapes and many forms… and these "loves" will always be a blessing you'll never know, unless you open your heart and soul for "them"...&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:02:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/480615.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/ThOuGhTs/">ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>Before turning 18!</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/476482.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">476482</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Wonders and the caller tagged me!!!!! God, I have always loved the tag thingy =)&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Here are the 6 things everybody should learn before they turn 18:&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;1- Don’t distinguish the person you are by looking through the eyes of others. The true person whom you want to be and who is actually “you” lays within your heart and your soul. People can &lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;underestimate&lt;/SPAN&gt; or &lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;overestimate&lt;/SPAN&gt; you, you are the only one who is capable of knowing your potentials, your true self, your passion, you strength and weaknesses and all that. Don’t wait for others’ flatters and compliments, and don’t be downhearted and inoperative just because someone felt like criticizing you (even if you felt it is right). Be strong, and be confident.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;2- Be real, by all it means. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Don’t paint your face, don’t try to be someone whom you are not, don’t make up stories to please people.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;3- Don’t change for anyone, especially the loved ones. Someone out there will appreciate you for who you are.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;4- Put a plan all together, work for it. AND try to have a backup plan if things go wrong. In other words, have a purpose. Your life will be easier if you know where you are heading. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;5- Write the things you want to do in your life down&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;      &lt;/SPAN&gt;, and read them every year on your birthday. This will always let you know how close you are to your dreams, how far, and how you are going to achieve them.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;6- Let the love and the care of your family be the center of your attention. Love them back. I am writing this because of specific incident that had happened a couple of days ago. I know someone who has a great family, but searching for the love and attention outside, and is insecure for reasons I don’t know. Trust me, love always starts with the nearest circle, and then it grows outside. When you have a solid base, you will always know how to act when disappointments happen outside, you will never overreact. You will stand for a minute, think, get over it, and move on. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Well… That’s all for now =) I felt like writing more, but a rule is a rule after all..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Thanks wonders and the caller =)&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 11:57:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/476482.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/TAG!/">TAG!</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/ThOuGhTs/">ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>I want to be back….........</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/473350.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">473350</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;……. And enshallah I will &lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:34:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/473350.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Hallucination/">Hallucination</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Very_Personal/">Very Personal</category></item><item><title>I know that you are feeling the same way I do… Happy valentine’s sweetie :) </title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/469017.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">469017</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Yeah I have been away… but life is getting really busy… or maybe I was and still trying to convince myself that it actually is…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I don’t know, but I thought that it’s easy to run away and ignore how I am feeling regarding everything around me… and me…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I kept myself busy with work and people… My schedule was going to work in the morning, hanging out with friends in the evening, and then go home exhausted and fall asleep in a minute or two (My family hated me for that!)… this is exactly what was happening in the past five months… it wasn’t my life actually… there was no input whatsoever… I didn’t grow mentally and/or emotionally.. all I have done is work and then laugh over meaningless things! I mean, what a life is that? I lost the “good balance”, which helps any individual in the world to do everything, and grow… I have forgotten all my good friends, and kept hanging out only with friends who made me laugh my heart out… I was so numb… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The problem is that, I didn’t know that I am feeling the way I am… till today…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Unfortunately Valentine’s Day brings hurtful memories that I want to get away from… I really tried to ignore the fact which says that “today is valentine”… I promised myself that I will block the complicated emotions that I have… and I kept telling myself that my gift will be watching the &lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;humorous &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;movie &lt;/SPAN&gt;which my friend told me about…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I kept blocking all the tears inside, and didn’t allow myself to feel the pain… till this moment… and now, all I am trying to do is not to let a human being see the huge rounded circles that are surrounding my eyes… and my Santa nose… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;DIV class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I received a message from a friend…a friend whom I don’t see daily or laugh with all the time… but she knew where I was standing… because she’s a friend…. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;DIV class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The message was “I know that you are feeling the same way I do… Happy valentine’s sweetie:) “&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:19:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2008/2/469017.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/PeSsImIsTiC_ThOuGhTs/">PeSsImIsTiC ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>I Can't Write !!!</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/10/356561.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">356561</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I have been experiencing some difficulties when I start writing my thoughts down…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I remember how easy it was for me to write a year ago, it was something like waking up in the morning or having a cup of coffee… but now writing for me is just like trying to learn a new language or go to a place you have never been before…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I keep wondering all day long, where is that fire that used to motivate me? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I used to write a lot, and now I can't pass a sentence…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I really don’t know why, but maybe because I –as a human being- changed dramatically in the past year, I won't say that I have been through a lot and all that garbage. All I know is that the consequences of some of my decisions changed many many many things in me, in ways I could've never imagined or even wanted. My thoughts and my way of seeing and analyzing the issues around me have also changed. I am a "brand new" me… And it's just so hard for me to put the new person in me down on papers. I just can't and don’t want to admit that I feel less in love with everything around me, nature, family, friends, work and anything I have interest in… I am not depressed or sad or anything… I'm just facing the reality which says that Neverland will never be the same Neverland whom has left the blogosphere a year ago… no matter how hard I try… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;But all I can say is that, I do hope from the bottom of my heart that I am not loosing the passion and the ability of writing … I hope that it isn't also gone with the other things that I let go…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:15:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/10/356561.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category></item><item><title>Sunrise…Sunset</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/10/344128.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">344128</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She washed away sleepiness and headed to her window… It was sunrise… her favorite view… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She sat on the edge of her favorite place, laid her head and watched her best minutes in the morning occurring right there in front of her eyes… for her, there was nothing in the world more enjoyable than witnessing how the golden strings of the sun making their way into the scattered clouds and blushing the sky with millions of heavenly colors…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She kept watching till she lost all her senses that connect her with the world she's living in… and melted within the beauty of what was uniquely created… She started feeling it … she's actually a part of it… It was overwhelming how relief was flourishing from everything…and so, the need of seeing all that was meaningless at that moment… Slowly, she started closing her eyes, and empowered her ears to pick up the melodies sang by the trees and the lawn when a cool gentle wind decided to pass by… She almost felt the breeze kissing every hair in her head and taking her to another time and space…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;He approached to her… and started watching the sunrise with her… his favorite view… he closed his eyes and stepped closer, smelling her hair and folding his arms around her… she laid her head on his chest… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;It was their moment… their view… their life together… it was them… and only them… and nothing else mattered… they were united by their hearts and souls, and nothing in the world will tear them apart…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;In his unique way, he let her know that too, and that was enough to send a smile to her face and move her hands to hold his, and scarily couldn’t find his arm around her anymore!... She turned around thinking of the worst…Now… She's awake and back to reality and to the wooden spot which she laid her head on… turned around again… and then stood still for a second absorbing the whole situation…She's awake… and she realized that she will spend the rest of her life hunted by the phantom of his presence… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She turned around again… looking at the sun shining… it's only a view… nothing so special about it…since the reason behind the beauty of the sunset, the breeze, and the songs was gone… vanquished… and will never be back… Now… &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Non of that all makes sense… Nothing has a meaning anymore… now… she's numb… but unfortunately awake… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She closed the window, dragged herself to her bed, laid down with her head facing a painting of the sunset placed on her favorite corner … and burst into tears...&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 12:24:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/10/344128.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Stories/">Stories</category></item><item><title>Medication might cure a wound… but the scar will always remain to remind you of it….</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/10/340070.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">340070</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Best healer it was called… for reasons I really have no clue about…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;People tend to think that with time you will be able to wake up every morning, head to work or school and share a laugh or two… People tend to think that with time your heart might beat again… and it might… but…. There is nothing called healing if we want to be precise… &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Does time have a specific formula which fabricates what was broken or raises a phoenix from the ashes, or washes away the disappointments and the unfaithfulness???…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Does time turn a lie into truth? Or change betrayals into honesty?...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then… how come it is a healer???&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There is nothing called healing… time only freezes the volcano concealed inside that shouts for salivation…&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Time only numbs a feeling… but never take it away…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;You think you have found your way and moved on… but… you are just ignoring the holes you left behind and you are just not looking back…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;You think you mastered your annihilation techniques… but there is always this one moment that can take you back to that specific point of time where you lived all you fears and force you to relive them over and over again…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;You think that you are ok… but the thing is… your soul was changed in the process… you aren’t the same human being that you used to be in that different time and place… So… yes you are ok… but you aren’t "you" anymore…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;There will always be something that will hunt you down… whether you cared about it or ignored it or even pretended that you are way to far from being hunted by unforgettable past… deep inside, it will still know how to get you…&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:46:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/10/340070.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/fEeLiNgS/">fEeLiNgS</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Hallucination/">Hallucination</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/PeSsImIsTiC_ThOuGhTs/">PeSsImIsTiC ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>Cracked into million pieces… </title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/8/304968.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">304968</guid><description>&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;A river stream imprinting the sides of a hard rock… A powerful roar rupturing the silence of a cold night… A sun rising through the surrounded mischievous black clouds… A merciful breath feeding slaughtered lungs…A relief incoming a crying heart… A smile is being drawn on a miserable face…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Those were what an eye could ever see… in her…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The bravery that shined through her eyes and the strength that was detonated by her actions were nothing but an affirmation to what was distinguished… a survivor, she was…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Nevertheless…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Digging deeper…beyond that cover… into that place… where the unspoken is heard… where the naked truth is tortured by the echo of reprimand… where secrets have no characterization… where every wrap is uncovered… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She knew… She was cracked into million pieces…..&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Hunted by a past she wants to erase… The shadow of what went before keeps whispering in her ears all the time… cracking the ground under each step she's tying to take forward…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Although it is simple to forget that specific event, it is never easy to forget the impact of that one decision and the consequences that were resulted … It distorted her life once and for all… in every aspect of her life…And will keep going on the same rhythm… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She will live her life, knowing that it is impossible to turn back the time … to that precise moment, and change the turning point into another… She will live her life, knowing that things would've been different… not in a better way, or worse… But different...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She will keep going on… knowing that she will be hunted till eternity… not because she is the son of the devil … or an angel sent from God above… it's because she has taken a decision… not a destructive decision… or a harmless one… Only a decision…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;She will wake up in every morning, knowing that the image which is seen by others is a big lie… and the remained cracks will never be put together… and if that miraculously had happened, the lines that once separated them will still exist… The cracks will never be whole again… &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;* Again… It is something I felt to write down… not related to me as a person…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 19:52:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/8/304968.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Hallucination/">Hallucination</category><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/PeSsImIsTiC_ThOuGhTs/">PeSsImIsTiC ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>By Being Us… </title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/8/296720.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">296720</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;Faultlessness… excellence… precision… perfection…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;As good as they may sound … for me all I can hear is:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;Walking on the edge…Collapsing… falling down down… hitting the bottom… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;It is so strange how people keep torturing themselves with perfection! I absolutely have no clue regarding the reasons behind it!!! I mean, why be perfect? Why lead a perfect life? Why be the perfect husband? Perfect daughter? Perfect friend? Perfect employee? Perfect mother? Really, why this obsession? Why be so serious regarding that? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;It is so bizarre how people can actually take it to a level were they lie and actually believe it!!! For those whom actually are put in such a situation, I feel sorry for them…they are fooling the world… but I am sure when they put their heads on the pillows, they will be taken to another reality by the internal echo that is heard only by them…and this is a persecute …&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;I am not trying to sound like a happy-go-lucky human being, because I am not that careless… I do sometimes push myself so hard to get what I want, or at least try… But, I don’t think I have ever pushed myself to the extent were I lost what makes me ME…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;From my point of view, you don’t have to pretend that you have it all while you don’t…nobody actually does, if we want to be accurate…&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;There is always this lost piece of the puzzle which can't be found or be completed… So, the case isn’t about the completed picture… It is how you train yourself on how you look at it… and how to accept the messing piece… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt;To make the long story short, I do believe is that we all can be perfect by being the best we can be… by being us… not by having everything settled between our joint hands… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 19 Aug 2007 12:00:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/8/296720.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/ThOuGhTs/">ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>Hallucinating…</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/8/286758.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">286758</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I was doing OK… I was a zombie…a mechanical robot… I was a numbed being…I was a meaningless heartbeat… I was a soulless organism … I was something without what makes it that something…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I was doing just fine… Nothing to worry about… Nothing to feel… Nothing to heal…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I was empty… like a hollow, cracked jar…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Not a day came by and weighted something for me… Each day was just like the day before… and tomorrow was something that lost its meaning in my dictionary… tomorrow will be yesterday… and yesterday is something that is gone till eternity…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Despite all that…I was satisfied… I was in peace… neither volcanoes nor earthquakes tried to step near my brain… I was doing OK… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And so, I honestly have no clue of the reasons behind your trip to my deepest thoughts and wonders?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Why did you decide to materialize after all these years? Why you suddenly, and without any explanations, waked up the dead?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Why ?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What life? What dreams? I lost my track long time ago…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;What do you want me to do? Declare my Rebellion&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Ok… But for what? For you?? For Illusion??? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;But, are you an illusion??? Are you a figment of my imagination??? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Or are you out there, thinking why I came into sight as well???&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Either this or that, you just added more bewilderment to the confusion I already have… And I am totally hallucinating right now because of you… and you'll never know that… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;* This post is not based on a personal experience… it is just something I felt writing it down…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 13:08:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/8/286758.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Hallucination/">Hallucination</category></item><item><title>Just For The Sake Of…</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/7/270094.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">270094</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Standing there… He was…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Staring…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;At the planted roses on the cheeks…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;At the sunshine rising from the curls…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;At the unspoken words of the lips…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Standing there… He was…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Staring at…the closed eyes of hers… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Standing there… He was…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Gazing at that beautiful face of hers… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;While a drop of a small tear tried to escape, contemplation found its way within his mystified thoughts and made him wonder… Where is that monstrous yellowness that everyone was lecturing him about?? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Strange the trembling that took over his body afterwards!!!… It reminded him of how it stroked him in a sudden years back… when his brain irrationally sent &lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;that&lt;/SPAN&gt; message which ordered his heart to wake up…In order to show the world that the beats of his dying heart weren't actually on their last legs …and to prove that he wasn't only someone... he was someone in love…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The fog that was blinding his mind and the agony that killed every joy that was inside started to vanquish… If it was for him, he would've overflowed the space with his screams… he wouldn've cried his eyes out… He would've hated the world… He would've been angry on destiny… on fate… and on life… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;But for the sake of that love that lightened up his life… For the sake of that love that wouldn't have allowed any kind of hatred or anger to step nearer… For the sake of that love that helped his eyes to overcome the presence of that yellowness that was clearly noticed by everybody else… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;For the sake of that love, he decided to venerate her life that sent his to salvation instead of crying her… He decided to celebrate her years by holding her soft hand… by uniting his eyes with her angelic face as long as he can… and… by a little prayer that folded his heart with calmness and peace…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;That little prayer… was only for the sake of…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The eyes that once were his…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The fingertips that once went through his face…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The heart that was singing with his…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The meaningless moment that meant the world to him…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And for the sake of…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The love that blessed his past, his present… and will definitely bless his future… and his end…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang="AR-JO" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:40:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/7/270094.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/PeSsImIsTiC_ThOuGhTs/">PeSsImIsTiC ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>Silence... And... Perspectives</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/7/260594.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">260594</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;(1) Silence … It worshiped them… It venerated the two unique rhythmic heart beats… It always managed to survive within their presence, creating peace and calmness to the area they have occupied…Not a word is allowed to be spoken, not a single disturbance is permitted to happen within their communal moment…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;That holy moment in time was created only for them, for their eyes to speak the sacred emotions and for their souls to unite to eternity… they were there… only the two of them… along with the silence…that was feeding each second that passed by with charm, and anticipation…  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; Silence was the only thing that they have ever needed… It was the shelter they have yearned for from the first moment they've figured out the existence of their other half…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;DIV style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 3pt dotted; mso-element: para-border-div"&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; DIRECTION: ltr; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;(2) Different time… Same Place…another two … silence was keeping them accompany… not a word found its way out…not even a single disturbance tried to occur…it was as if time was frozen there…witnessing another love story…another unity… in that time and space… except that their eyes lost the glow that once shined in the eyes of their ancestors… They were searching for a miracle to repair the damage that had happened to what they have had… But the echo of their prayers, which was killed by silence, was the only answer they have gotten… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; DIRECTION: ltr; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;For me, Silence is just an illustration of how things have thousands of perceptions and perspectives… It is so unconventional for many of us to understand the opposite definitions and perspectives that can actually exist for the same entity…but this is how things actually work!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The world can't be compartmentalized… although people along the years tried to come up with methods and procedures to do so… But, each entity is labeled with its adjective, based on its case … Just like Silence… it can reflect its magical and passionate traits when two are longing for it as an existence of privacy and intimacy, but it can also reflect the natures of&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;boredom and alienisms when the spring that combines two together starts to loosen its elasticity…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;No need to be critical regarding anything in this world… you can't say that silence's presence reflects joint lives or torn ones…Each case is unique… No matter how hard others try to categorize things, with the "good" and the "evil" expressions, with the "successful" and the "failure" terms, with the "black" and the "white" phrases, with the "spiritual" and "secular" adjectives…. Still, it is hard to place the whole individuals or things at one level only… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;It is a matrix that contains thousands of possibilities, which is ready to be mixed, and thus new events or new personalities will be created accordingly... Being judgmental by relaying on familiarity or on a specific experience will help not only in isolating you from experiencing new things, but also in creating a small container that will trap your thoughts and ideas and feelings from being freed……&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-bidi-language: AR-JO"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 12:30:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/7/260594.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/ThOuGhTs/">ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>A DaY WoRtH ExPeRiEnCiNg...</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/6/255110.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">255110</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I didn't create my blog in order to turn it into a diary, but yesterday was exceptional and the morals which were hiding in each minute I spent were worth experiencing and I was aware of that …&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Before I start talking about yesterday, I think I have to take you back in time to related events, in order to be aware of the situation I was put in.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Five years ago…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I transferred from one school to another while I was pursuing with my Bsc., and what I have done is that, I haven’t told them that I am transferring, because I didn't want to go through the "Clearance" Process, as most of us ,who studied in Jordan, know it's boring, and time consuming since you move your legs from one building to another "collecting" signatures from people you have never seen before, just to guarantee that you haven't misused the university's services which you have never knew of its existence!!!.. Anyway, I asked for my transcripts, which I was given, and then turned my back and moved on…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The day before yesterday…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;A lady at the Higher Education asked me to provide her with my transcripts of my previous university, since I have transferred and all my marks of the courses I have taken were marked by "PASS", and they needed every transcript and every mark I have in order to pursue with the equivalence process of my "American Master Degree"!!!" –What on earth do they mean by that?- &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Yesterday…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /?&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="6" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6:00 am – 8:30 am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was a working day, and so I had to excuse my supervisor for a leave…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;The university is 1 hour far from my place, and so I waked up, put my tennis shoes on (mom won't like that :D ) and drove my way to the university… it was early morning, because I didn't want to be caught in overcrowded places or be stuck in a traffic j&lt;st1:PersonName&gt;am as&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; I wanted to finish early because I have my work waiting!...&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Arrived to admission building… Paid for transcripts fees… went to the transcripts' division… The man typed my name… stared at the screen… gave me the &lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CLEARANCE FORM&lt;/SPAN&gt; and said "do it, then come back!!!"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Moral (1): Don't turn your back to things; deal with them at the spot.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="8" Minute="30"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8:30 am-10:00am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I moved my butt from one building to another, gathering the signatures…Nobody checked for my name on any system, they just took the lousy form, signed it, stamped it and then gave it back to me. The only guy who was "smarter" than all of them, asked me a very fastidious question "Do you have any loans?",&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;I said "No" , and then……. He signed!!!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Moral (2): If you don't benefit from a process you have, get rid of it! You know what? Maybe they wanted me to know the signatures of people I don't know??? You know, in order to improve the way I sign papers…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="10" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10:00 am-10:30am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was asked to hand my university's ID, I was like "Dude, it's been like 5 years ago since I have seen it, I don't have it"… The guy asked me to pay for it … I discovered that I don't have enough money, and so went to the ATM machine and did what I had to do…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;After my form was signed on that criterion, FINALLY, I went to the Accountant in order to hand them the form, and guess what? The same guy whom I paid the money to for the ID card informed me, "miss! You have 10JDs in account!!!"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Moral (3): You should check people' account before letting them pay for transcripts and IDs!!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="10" Minute="30"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10:30 am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;When I was informed that, I laughed… I really did!!! I laughed from the heart, and the poor guy was confused, but I felt good in a very strange way!!!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Moral (4): Laugh!!! Even though you want to fight the world, fight it while you are laughing…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="10" Minute="30"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10:30 am-10:35am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I went to claim my money, even though it is only 10JDs , but hey! They asked me to pay for that ID card in the first place, so what goes around, comes around!!!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was given 9.500 JDs , and the guy said "Miss, the half JD is for stamps, look at the document", I was like "I can see that the document says I have to pay 0.5 JD for stamps, but the question is… where is it? I want to see the stamp which I have paid for!!!"… I smiled…&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Moral (5): To universities, if you want me to give you half a JD, just say so! Don't give flashy names to half a JD!!! It's 0.500 JD!!!…and please try to find more impressive ways in collecting money… half a JD??? Stamp??? NAH!!!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="10" Minute="35"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10:35 am-11:00 am&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Was handed my transcripts, and headed to work!!!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Moral (6): Bad times, boring times, and hard times… will eventually vanquish :)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang="AR-JO"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 10:50:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/6/255110.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/Days/">Days</category></item><item><title>Footprints</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/6/252703.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">252703</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;     Imprinted footprints are all what is left from everybody who passes the path of life… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;This is a fact that can't be denied by anybody, dead or alive, although each footprint has its own characteristics… own depth… own destination… and own story… some footprints are imprinted deeper than others…Some footprints are steadier than others … But at the end, we all in a way or another have left our tracks behind…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;    For most of us, all what we want is to have bottomless and steady traces… As deep imprinted footprints for everybody means determination… passion… power… strength…success…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   As always, we take what we are offered, and searching beyond all what is seen by our bare eyes isn't something that we are good at… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   Have you ever thought that the trepidation of facing the unknown or stepping one step forward might be the cause of the paused stand for some of us? Have you ever thought that the bottomless footprints might give you a clue that the people behind are drowning in their spot? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   Have you ever thought that the steadiness of some footprint means that the people behind have their eyes covered and simply know no other way to go?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Have you ever thought that the consistent footprints might be a clue of a lost soul that has to live in denial and move towards alternatives rather than dreams?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   Some people do what they have to do… They have to show the whole world that they are successful and they doing great after what they have been going through… But, loosing themselves in the process makes all their footprints pointless, and hollow…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   Some people don't know what they want to do… They stand still in their position, fearing to be someone or something, fearing to contribute, fearing to fail… So, the pauses which dig their footprints deep in the solid ground aren't the natural results of wisdom, but are for sure a consequence of discrepancy… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   Not all rooted footprints have rebel hearts behind, and not all shallow footprints hold a surrendered spirit…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;   So, for me, I'd rather have shallow footprints and a fulfilled life and soul, rather than having &lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;only&lt;/SPAN&gt; footprints that talk about an unforgettable glory and a spectacular success…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2007 14:39:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/6/252703.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/PeSsImIsTiC_ThOuGhTs/">PeSsImIsTiC ThOuGhTs</category></item><item><title>To Daddy...</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/6/246810.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">246810</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I wrote this for your 53 birthday, and wanted to post it on that special day in order for you to read it, but you know, how lousy we are as a family in keeping surprises… We just don't know how to do that :)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Being on this day sends me back in time to the day when I was five years old, when you were trying to teach me how to tie my shoe laces, and I was arrogant enough to decide that I don't want to watch you and I started looking somewhere else rather than trying to learn… You smiled to me, you just knew that I was inherited your brain, and kept doing it anyway…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Being on this day sends me back in time, to the day when I was seven years old, when my sister and I entered the room, and saw the table lamp which we wanted for our room but never told you so, and you just felt that, and bought it to us… you were hiding under our studying table… happy to watch us delighted by your gift...Did you know that all what I have seen back then was that your light overshadowed the light of your gift???…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Being on this day sends me back in time when I was ten years old, when my baby sister was two years old back then, and she simply decided that she was old enough to put my mother's make up on!! She was confused when she saw the reflection of the work of art she had done on her face, she approached to you… You just looked at her, comforted her confusion with a gentle smile and a camera's flash…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Being on this day sends me back in time, when I was twelve years old, when I was sick, and you took me to the lab in order to do some tests… and helped me to feel comfortable to take my samples…That was a day that will always be detailed in my mind… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I really don't know, but this special day sends me back in time, to the sweetest memories, and to the toughest memories… and in each one of them you were there…With your presence, with your love, and with your support… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy, you created an impossible formula that &lt;SPAN dir="ltr" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;positions yourself in our lives with different roles…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /?&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; you are having you as a brother, and as a friend, but also we are having you as a discipliner and as an advisor and as a father… &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;You taught me all I know about how to be myself, and how to be proud of the person that I am…and to never compromise with that… &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;You taught me how to be serious, but also to be someone who's down-to-earth and someone whom you have fun around…You taught me how to have a price that can't be paid by anybody or anything… I learnt all that from you…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And you won't believe that, but the wrong decisions that I have made, I made them because I haven't actually paused and thought about them, as I knew if things go wrong, you will have my back… I was 110% certain about that…and I knew that you will be the shoulder that I can cry on and I knew that you will help in changing things for me if the path I have chosen led me to consequences I haven't thought about or considered &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;… or at least , make me feel comfortable about it...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy, I know that nobody's perfect… But you are… to my mother, to my sisters and to me… Words fall short to describe how amazing you are to us…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy… I was blessed and honored from the first day I was born because I was brought to this world as your daughter, and it is something that I will always cherish and be thankful for…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I really wish I could pay back 1% of the joy and happiness that you brought and still bring to my life…I really wish I could pay back 1% of the support that you have provided and still provide me with… I really wish I could pay back 1% of all the understanding that you have showed and still show to me… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Daddy, Thank you for being who you are and Thank you for being my Dad… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Maybe all I want to say is that, I love you daddy…May Allah Bless you…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" dir="rtl" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN lang="AR-SA" style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2007 22:49:00 GMT</pubDate><comments>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/6/246810.html#comments</comments><author>Neverland&lt;lama.a.asaad@gmail.com&gt;</author><category domain="http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/categories/LeTtErs/">LeTtErs</category></item><item><title>The Day I Found Love…</title><link>http://fantasia1982.jeeran.com/theendofme/archive/2007/5/235607.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">235607</guid><description>&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;On one of those disheartening days… when I was suffering from the lack of faith regarding certain facts in my life… when I stopped believing in adoration, and treated it as if it is poisoned built-in idea that should be disregarded …When I thought that all I can sense here, in the cancer center which I work for, and will always will is abhorrence and death…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;When I was certain about all that…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I found love… standing with its head raised high, as if it was waiting for me, to declare, that in spite all the soreness and pain I see or feel or touch or face, it will always be there, and will always rise above all that… and will exist no matter how hard it was forced to be drawn away…&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I found it there… impersonated in the form of a man and woman… in the middle of their thirties…She laid her exhausted head on his shoulder, with her eyes closed and his hand hugging hers… and that was it… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;In that despicable place ,It is really awkward to have a direct eye contact with someone who's not wearing a badge, since that someone will be then either a patient or his/her loved ones, and the feelings that their eyes will transfer to you can be painful and unbearable, as you will be given an uncategorized mixture of feelings which will be squeezed all together in one pot with vague boundaries that, unquestionably, will crack your soul; as it is so hard for you to control your boomed emotions that accompany such a one-second acquaintance. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Each eye you look at, can easily hand over fear, agony, weakness, anger, frustration, desperate hope, and hatred…all together… It can donate all that and more… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; DIRECTION: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;But, the calmness that folded that area, in that moment in time, gave me the needed confidence to look straight to his eyes… &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
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