<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pourquoi la vie nous donne ce qu'elle nous prendra?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-4416629271222010754</id><published>2007-08-26T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:34:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life did it again !!!!&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, I started working with her. She is a French girl. She is 26 or 27.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I met her I was impressed how beautiful she is. She is practically my boss. I started to talk to her formally and she surprised me when she asked me to call her by her name without "Miss". Every day at work I was observing her way of managing. She is so calm, polite and cheerful. When she said good morning to anyone it's not in a normal way. She was asking about everything (mood, health…) she used to have very good conversations with everyone. Concerning her work she was very organized, very dynamic and creative.&lt;br /&gt;2 years had passed and the day has come. Now she has to leave to France.&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a farewell party. She was amazing, shiny like everyday. She enjoyed the party we had our last conversation. And that's it I had to say good bye….&lt;br /&gt;Gwen… it's her name, I will miss our conversations. I will miss your wisdom that helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss your smile, your shiny face, your simplicity and your Bonjour "coucou"&lt;br /&gt;Every day I do believe that I choose the right title for my blog. "why does life give us what it would be taken away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-4416629271222010754?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/4416629271222010754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=4416629271222010754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/4416629271222010754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/4416629271222010754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-did-it-again-2-years-ago-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-414118548171480515</id><published>2007-08-21T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T06:48:58.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;When I pass by my school, it reminds me the good days I had.&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to Jad Chewairy, he reminds me my very best friend Toto .&lt;br /&gt;When I walk in Korba street, all the good memories cross my mind.&lt;br /&gt;When I read Paulo Coelho's novel "Eleven minutes", it reminds me my trip to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;When I started singing Romeo and Juliette, it reminds me Christmas time and the Cairo opera Choir.&lt;br /&gt;When I drink my hot coffee the morning, it reminds me Youri Merakadi and his song "kahwati" or my coffee&lt;br /&gt;When I wach Freinds series, it reminds me the bad days i used to have when this serie was the only cheerful thing in my day.&lt;br /&gt;When I see the sea, it reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;When I go to the gym, it reminds me my faillure trials of loosing weight.&lt;br /&gt;When I stay in the library working, it reminds me that I became a money machine.&lt;br /&gt;When I enter the class to teach my students, it reminds Pink Floyd and another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;When I see a baby, it reminds me how badly I want to be mom.&lt;br /&gt;When I read my diary, it reminds me that I passed lot of tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-414118548171480515?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-2705593115838695294</id><published>2007-08-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:19:53.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just feeling a terrible adjustment disorder...&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully I will pass the test !!!!&lt;br /&gt;This time it's my fault and not life's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-2705593115838695294?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/2705593115838695294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=2705593115838695294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/2705593115838695294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/2705593115838695294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-feeling-terrible-adjustment.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-931684519873660396</id><published>2007-08-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:07:35.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am always respecting you...&lt;br /&gt;As I am always carrying about you...&lt;br /&gt;As I always want the best for you...&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my blood?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want my tears?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that I know something you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you?&lt;br /&gt;You are so hard to please!!!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-931684519873660396?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/931684519873660396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=931684519873660396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/931684519873660396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/931684519873660396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-do-you-want-from-me-as-i-am-always.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-7966515489131027462</id><published>2007-08-08T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T04:27:50.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After one year or may be more, I am back with my blog...&lt;br /&gt;I had enough this year to focus on life and to see how things are going on....&lt;br /&gt;This time I will try to be objective and to avoid politics JUST to focus on life&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of experiences, true stories that happened to me or to my friends, they will be published later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you will enjoy reading them and you will like my blog.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-7966515489131027462?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/7966515489131027462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=7966515489131027462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/7966515489131027462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/7966515489131027462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-again-after-one-year-or-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113896262776523133</id><published>2006-02-03T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:30:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just feel like I want to disappear for a while. I need to relaxe and forget my work.&lt;br /&gt;But that's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;And the show must go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113896262776523133?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113896262776523133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113896262776523133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113896262776523133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113896262776523133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-feel-like-i-want-to-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113777480719219540</id><published>2006-01-20T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T11:26:50.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;إفتتاح الدورة ولا مؤاخذة الأفريقية :&lt;br /&gt;مصر الحضارة – مصر الفراعنة – مصر التقدم وطبعاً مصر مبـــــــــــــــارك&lt;br /&gt;وليه لا ؟ الدورة عندنا ومحدش أدنــــــــــا&lt;br /&gt;والإفتتاح بمبة ، خذوق كبــــــير يطلع من النفوخ&lt;br /&gt;ناس بتجرى طول الوقت لابسين لبس حفل تنكرى .&lt;br /&gt;الراقصين : لا عارفين يرقصوا و لا عارفين يمشوا يجروا و بس . الأوامر قالت يجروا فبيحروا  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;والجزء التانى بالتحديد وبعدين موسيقىThe Lord Of The Rings بتاع فيلم Sound Trackالموسيقى : أحدث موسيقى ال &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Hans Zimmer ل  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;الديكور : العساكر الراقصين وعددهم مهول خارجين شايلين مســـــــــلات (وكأنها خواذيق للجمهور) ، شايلين جعران (و كأنهم فتحوا علينا البلاعات) و أخيراً النجوم&lt;br /&gt;ديكور رائع والله&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;عيب دى فضيحة السؤال هو : -  ليه نتحمس ونأخذ مسؤلية إفتتاح دورة وإحنا مش قدها لا إمكانيات ولا أفكار ؟&lt;br /&gt;-         هل لإفتتاح تم تحضيره بدقة علاشان يسترنا قدام العالم ؟ ولا فكرتهم عن إفتتاح الدورات إنها ناس بتجرى وبس ده غير طبعاً الفلوس اللى اتصرفت عليه والله أعلم راحت فين ؟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;المصيبة الأكبر إنه مابقاش يهمنا شكلنا حيبقى إيه قدام الناس ده العالم كله بيتفرج علينا يادى الكسوف&lt;br /&gt;هل فى مصر مافيش مصمم رقصات محترف لتدريب الراقصين (ده باعتبار إن اللى كانوا بيرقصوا إمبارح دول راقصين أنا فكرت إنهم ممكن يكونوا عساكر الأمن المركزى)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;هذا العرض هو إهانة كبيرة لمصر و يا ترى مين اللى مسئول عن هذة الإهانة ؟&lt;br /&gt;ومبسوطين علشان لنا الدورة؟&lt;br /&gt;لا سن اليأس أحسن&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113777480719219540?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113777480719219540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113777480719219540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113777480719219540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113777480719219540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113775072911891719</id><published>2006-01-20T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:52:09.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel very bad : sad, overloaded and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone like me ???!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113775072911891719?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113775072911891719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113775072911891719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113775072911891719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113775072911891719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-very-bad-sad-overloaded-and.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113733908951276346</id><published>2006-01-15T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:16:16.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elle attend que le monde change&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que changent les temps&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que ce monde étrange&lt;br /&gt;Se perde et que tournent les vents&lt;br /&gt;Inexorablement, elle attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que l'horizon bouge&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que changent les gens&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend comme un coup de foudre&lt;br /&gt;Le règne des anges innocents&lt;br /&gt;Inexorablement, elle attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que la grande roue tourne&lt;br /&gt;Tournent les aiguilles du temps&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend sans se résoudre&lt;br /&gt;En frottant ses couverts en argent&lt;br /&gt;Inexorablement, elle attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et elle regarde des images&lt;br /&gt;Et lit des histoires d'avant&lt;br /&gt;D'honneur et de grands équipages&lt;br /&gt;Oú les bons sont habillés de blanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et elle s'invente des voyages&lt;br /&gt;Entre un fauteuil et un divan&lt;br /&gt;D'eau de rose et de passion sage&lt;br /&gt;Aussi purs que ces vieux romans&lt;br /&gt;Aussi grands que celui qu'elle attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que le monde change&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que changent les gens&lt;br /&gt;Elle attend que ce monde étrange&lt;br /&gt;Se perde et que tournent les vents&lt;br /&gt;Inexorablement, elle attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113733908951276346?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113733908951276346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113733908951276346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113733908951276346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113733908951276346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2006/01/elle-attend-que-le-monde-change-elle.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113725564241998784</id><published>2006-01-14T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T08:20:42.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah this is life !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today is my best friend's wedding...&lt;br /&gt;And no comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113725564241998784?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113725564241998784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113725564241998784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113725564241998784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113725564241998784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeah-this-is-life-today-is-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113724904970270450</id><published>2006-01-14T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T06:30:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;عينى عليكى يـــــــــــا مصر&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ذهبت أمس أنا وصديقتى وزوجها إلى مكان من أشهر أماكن مصر وهى العتبة&lt;br /&gt;إنها ليست أول مرة أذهب فيها إلى العتبة ولكن إنتابنى شعور غريب هناك : أخذت أنظر إلى وجوه الناس وشعرت وقتها بإكتأب شديد: قعلى وجوههم أطنان من الإكتأب واليأس والكبت، عبوس رهيب وعنف بهدف العنف أو لإخراج المرارة المكبوتة بداخلهم.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;مثل ما قال عادل إمام (مصر عشان تشوفها حلوة لازم تبص عليها من فوق) بس أنا من الناس اللى جزء من حياتى لازم يكون فى مصر الجوانية.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;دخلت مع صديقتى بعض المحلات لشراء بعض الأغراض والغريب انه حتى داخل&lt;br /&gt;المحلات حيث يجب إرضاء الزبون تمت معاملتنا بأبشع الطرق وإضطررنا إلتزام الهدوء وإحترام هؤلاء الأشخاص حتى تمت المهمة وغادرنا المحل&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;فى طريق عودتنا للسيارة (برغم وجود زوجها معنا) كانت دهشتنا كبيرة جداً لمضايقة الناس لنا بالألفاظ واللمزات  وهنا أدركنى سؤال هل هؤلاء هم رجال مصر ؟ هل هؤلاء مطلوب منهم أن يفكروا ويعملوا والأهم من كل هذا هو أن يحترموا المرأة وينظروا لها&lt;br /&gt;نطرة غير جنسية.&lt;br /&gt;لكن الإجابة الأسف غير مشجعة فهذا الشعب قد تعود أن يكون مطحون ومكبوت دون أن يصرخ أو حتى يطالب بأقل حقوقه فهذه السلبية وهذا الخوف دفعهم للكبت وعيشة المواطن المطحون&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;كيف يمكن للمكبوت المطحون المكتئب أن يعطى ؟؟؟&lt;br /&gt;عشم إبليس فى الجنة وعينى عليكى يا مصر&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113724904970270450?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113724904970270450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113724904970270450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113724904970270450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113724904970270450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113458380498384073</id><published>2005-12-14T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T10:10:04.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parce que je suis la première et la dernière&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la vénérée et la méprisée&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la prostituée et la sainte&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'épouse et la vierge&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la mère et la fille&lt;br /&gt;Je suis les bras de ma mère&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le stérile et mes enfants sont innombrables&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la bien mariée et la célibataire&lt;br /&gt;Je suis celle qui donne le jour et celle qui n'a jamais procéé&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la consolation des douleurs de l'enfantement&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'épouse et l'époux&lt;br /&gt;et c'est mon homme qui m'a créée&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la mère de mon père&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la mère de mon mari&lt;br /&gt;et il est mon fils rejeté&lt;br /&gt;Respectez-moi toujours&lt;br /&gt;Car je suis la scandaleuse et la magnifique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Hymne à Isis, IIIe ou IVe siècle ap. J.-C.,&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Découvert à Nag Hamadi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113458380498384073?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113458380498384073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113458380498384073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113458380498384073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113458380498384073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/12/parce-que-je-suis-la-premire-et-la.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113412344236493018</id><published>2005-12-09T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T02:17:22.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The great and wonderful Pink Floyd showed it disagreement and made a gerat song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another brick in the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no education&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need no thought control&lt;br /&gt;No dark sarcasm in the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Teachers leave them kids alone&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations teachers you are another brick in the wall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113412344236493018?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113412344236493018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113412344236493018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113412344236493018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113412344236493018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/12/great-and-wonderful-pink-floyd-showed.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-113290675252788594</id><published>2005-11-25T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:59:29.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;يكتئبوا الكبار و يقعوا فيها الصغـــار&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;زي ما قلت قبل كده إنى بشتغل مدرسة إبتدائي و من ساعة ما إشتغلت من 3 سنين فى حاجة لافتة نظرى جداً : المدرســــــــيــــــــــــــــــن&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;الحياة عندهم روتينيه مملة ممكن كمان تكون مليانة بالمشاكل لكن كل ده ما ينفعش مع مهنة مدرس&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;العيال كل يوم عندهم حاجة جديدة عندهم أمل فى بكرة بيضحكوا من قلبهم و بيحبوا من قلبهم. مهما قلنا دلوقتى مافيش عيال إحنا الى عيال&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;دول بيفهموا كل حاجة&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لأ&lt;/strong&gt; النهاردة وإمبارح وبكرة فى عيال و حيفضل فى عيال دايماً بيضحكوا و دايماً عندهم أمل و من حقهم يرفضوا إنى الكبار يفرضوا مرارتهم عليهم&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;وعجبى على المدرسين و اللى بيعملوه  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-113290675252788594?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/113290675252788594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=113290675252788594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113290675252788594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/113290675252788594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/11/3.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-112945180333709658</id><published>2005-10-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T08:14:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;القلم ده بيشتغل بالليزر!!&lt;br /&gt;دى أول مرة أقول فيها إنى باشتغل مدرسة&lt;br /&gt;أيوة مدرسة علوم إبتدائى&lt;br /&gt;يمكن دى الحاجة الوحيدة اللى الحياة إدتهانى بس أنا كان نفسى فيها&lt;br /&gt;المهم من كام يوم فى الفصل وأنا بكتب على السبورة سمعت إتنين بيتخانقوا بصوت عالى. باسألهم فى إيه؟ لقيت واحدة فيهم بتقول لى يا مدام عاوزة تاخد القلم بتاعى وما ينفعش علشــان القلم بيكتب بلليزر ولازم يفضل جنبى&lt;br /&gt;طبعاً أنا بجهلى (رغم إنى مش كبيرة فى السن و عندى نسبة عالية من تكنولوجية الأطفال) ما قدرتش أمسك نفسى وقلت لها&lt;br /&gt;إزاى قلم بيكتب بالليزر ؟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;هو جاى مع لعبة و معاة جهاز لازم يكون جنبه وأنا بكتب علشان خطه يظهر ولو كان بعيد خطه يختفى وعجبى على العيال وعلى الإقلام إللى بيكتبوا بيها&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-112945180333709658?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/112945180333709658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=112945180333709658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112945180333709658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112945180333709658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-112860409421496644</id><published>2005-10-06T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T08:00:15.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The story of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if I have the right to write this story, and I hesitated a lot but finally I decided to share it. This is the story of us&lt;br /&gt;She met him 3 years ago at the ……….. and their relation were superficial (just a hi and how is life?) after this he started to call her at home from time to time and she found this to be normal because they were doing the same thing together. She continued to see him at the same place and he told her that he will get engaged. She felt happy because at this time she had no feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;After this, days had passed a phone call from time to time, a deep conversation and one day he told her that he was GAY. She wasn't chocked but :&lt;br /&gt;- Did your fiancé know?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, but she didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;- What exactly didn't she understand?!!&lt;br /&gt;- You know we don't talk in these subjects.&lt;br /&gt;- You must be honest with her!!&lt;br /&gt;- I am but there is no understanding&lt;br /&gt;After this they continued talking on the phone and of course she started to have emotions for him and he started to.&lt;br /&gt;- We have common things he said&lt;br /&gt;- Why does life give us what it will take away from us?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know may be we must keep our friendship&lt;br /&gt;- Why do you need me? You have your fiancé, isn't she enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;After this conversation she knew that it sounded like a good bye and she had to leave the country for 3 weeks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After these 3 weeks, he told her that he made his choice, he will marry his fiancé and he will be available at any time or to keep their friendship because he really needed her in this period of his life, he was always fighting with his fiancé, they have different points of views for the wedding preparation:&lt;br /&gt;- I'll need you in this period, he said&lt;br /&gt;- Who do you think I am? Please don't call this is the end&lt;br /&gt;- As you want I just wanted you to know that you are an incredible person. Are you upset from life? Nor from me?&lt;br /&gt;- I am not, thank you for your phone call and good bye&lt;br /&gt;That was the story and it ended up sadly, life gave that girl a guy that she wished to be with him for ever. How strange, even after that she knew that he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an end for this story because I think it doesn't end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-112860409421496644?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/112860409421496644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=112860409421496644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112860409421496644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112860409421496644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-112824147924897734</id><published>2005-10-02T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T02:22:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>عندما بدأت فى إختيار عنوان للبلوج اخترت عنوات ينم على الحياة. "لماذا تعطينا الحياة ما قد تأخذه مننا ثانية." أهو القدر؟ ، أم هو لحكمة ما؟ ،  أم هى طبيعة الحياة؟&lt;br /&gt; عندما كنت فى سن المراهقة كان لى صديقة تكبرنى بعشر سنوات كانت المثل الأعلى لى وإرتبطت بها جداً ولكن تفرقنا عــــادى ما هى دى الحياة. و تمر السنين وألاحظ لعبة الحياة معى فدائما تعطينى ما قط يسعطنى جداَ ولكن تأخذه منى. تضع فى طريقنا إناساَ نرتبط بهم ونحبهم نشعر بأننا قد خلقنا فى هذه الحياة لكى نكون سوياَ و لكن تلك الأخيرة تتدخل وتفرق وتأخذهم ثانياَ. &lt;br /&gt;من يقرأ ما أكتبه قد يظن أننى مصابة بالإكتأب أو يجب على إستشارة دكتور نفسانى. ولكن أنا أرى أن الحياة تستحق مننا التأمل فى كل ما يحدث فيها والتفكير بالطبع و التفاؤل بأن ما تأخذه هى مننا الأن سوف ترده لنا بطريقة أخرى فيما بعد.&lt;br /&gt;بس أنا عاوزة أقول لها إنى مش بقبل العوض وتسيبنى فى حالى بقى&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-112824147924897734?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/112824147924897734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=112824147924897734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112824147924897734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112824147924897734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15252766.post-112359538442986279</id><published>2005-08-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:43:19.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pourquoi la vie nous donne ce qu'elle nous prendra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tittle of my blog. I think that this is life actually, always it gives us what it will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;It's very starnge when I think I say may be it's the fate, or may be it's arranged to prepare us for something new... or may be to have experience (a new one)&lt;br /&gt;Now I am concentrating on life (la vie) fate (le destin) will I be it's slave or I will discover the secret of life and understand (POURQUOI LA VIE NOUS DONNE CE QU'ELLE NOUS PRENDRA???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15252766-112359538442986279?l=merrooo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/feeds/112359538442986279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15252766&amp;postID=112359538442986279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112359538442986279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15252766/posts/default/112359538442986279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://merrooo.blogspot.com/2005/08/pourquoi-la-vie-nous-donne-ce-quelle.html' title=''/><author><name>merrooo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04957725234764798911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
