you've got mail!

you've got mail!
why do people love this movie that much? it's a very simple story , two strangers hate eachothers on real , end up loving eachothers after getting to know eachothers online through emails...
maybe the idea of exploring the other through writing , writing anonymously liberate the person , the ideas and the feelings .. it's true we are more free to express ourselves to strangers more than to people who know us and see us all the time .
or is it about the coincidence? the magic of the unexpected meetings , people , the adventure which we always seek .
in travelling also , you tend to know many people , new faces , new stories and lots of memories , places you might love or hate .
in travelling i like the stories of old people , always warm and sentimental , they hug you with their memories and the lines of their faces , they wanna remember their youth through talking to you .
the lessons they have learned , the adventures they went through , the old beautiful times they had , and suddenly you feel you wanna live their times .. it was good times.
last thought .... you can't be a king without a kingdom , you can't be a king without a crown but you can always be a king without clowns around you. 

things i like

mmm , let me see ..... coz i don't wanna miss a thing
1- chocolate .. the brown magic that melts in your mouth sweetly
2- books .. when my mind travels , sometimes i don't want it back
3- dreams ... where i just lose conscience and dive in the other world
4- my car .. my private world
5- my bed ...where menna nags me usually
6- cakes .. always i feel home just smelling it
7- my hair ... bec it's now long , mom used to cut it short when i was a child and i always looked at other gurlz with long hair as super heros.
8- silver things .. just love its glow
9- music .. where my soul drowns
10- my laptop ... my window to the world
11- winter... where you can hide in your shelters
12- rain ... yes and the smell of it
13- jeans... the sense of freedom
14- AbbA ... remembering mom and early beautiful years
15- sunglasses ... talking about shades and shadows and how to hide your looks
to be continued ...........

  

the first moment

awel la7za btwga3 hya awel la7za btes7a feha men el noom .. the awakening moment ..
btefta7 3enak w b3den btfakar w b3den btefteker w b3den bt2ol ayyyyyyyy aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh btkon msh msada2 en da 7asal bt7es b waga3 w b3d keda ya btnam tany ya bt2om .. el la7za dee lazem twsal feha l rabna 3shan hwa bas ele momkin ysma3ak .. gher keda maynfa3sh , la7zet el waga3 dee btkon bta3et rabna hwa bas ele momkin ynfa3ak .
song bta3et farid atrash gat f dmaghy now ( leh el donya gameela w 7elwa wenta m3aya , wenta m3aya ) farid el atrash mat Allah yr7amo .
bas ana lesa mamotesh , lesa 3aysha , mashy , el hamdolelah anyway
t2reban my sister sa7ya btzaker , msh 3awzaha t7es ene sa7ya .. msh ha2dar aklmha now.
my dreams have become my shelter now .. i love dreams it's the area between hope and imagination , it's where reality can't reach you .. el a7lam hodna men el zaman .. a break 

happy new year

it's a new year .. sad that it should be a beginning but for me i feel it like the end of the universe i know
for years I've been in a warm shelter and suddenly i feel cold naked and deprived 
the sad part is the loss and the saddest part is the fear of this loss
i can't cope with my loss and that's what is tearing me apart , can't stand life alone without my blanket of love .. he was my blanket , the warm soft tender wide blanket that covered me all those years ... i can't cope , it's that simple , can't accept ,
pretend that i accept and acting satisfied but i'm torn inside because i can't grab what is slipping from my hands 
i rely on people around me but nobody can give me what i had , not even close 
and i sleep , i sleep , i sleep but the worst part is that eventually i wake up and can't force sleeping again..
and dreams , haunting even my dreams , sometimes sweet , sometimes better , most of time painful ..softly painful 
and tears , i wonder from where all these tears come from? is there a drying point for them?a full stop , a break even? 
i miss , let's meet .. i'm coming to you now .. where? any place , OK let's go to this or that , OK which hour? as you like , let it be that hour , OK ..... where are you? i'm on my way , OK don't be late
i'm wearing something new for you .. and i'm having a surprise for you ... really? i like surprises ... OK and you will love it ...... let's walk .. by car or feet? feet .. OK 
and jokes and saying the selliest things and gossiping about life, friends, events .. and jokes and laughs and many splendid things 
how could you lose your memory without losing your mind?
how could you stop breathing and still living? this is the painful incomplete death.
            and happy new year.