tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post2650493891579713695..comments2023-10-11T06:36:54.947-07:00Comments on Egy Diva: Living My Life like its GoldenEgyDivahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10323379461016769214noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post-7115048180849823592008-08-20T01:08:00.000-07:002008-08-20T01:08:00.000-07:00I did, but i really enjoyed reading this one.I did, but i really enjoyed reading this one.EgyDivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10323379461016769214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post-76710691669097569382008-08-19T06:43:00.000-07:002008-08-19T06:43:00.000-07:00Tamam.I hope you read my comment on the following ...Tamam.<BR/>I hope you read my comment on the following articleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post-49736042843171598532008-08-19T04:18:00.000-07:002008-08-19T04:18:00.000-07:00anonymous: thank you for sharing.anonymous: thank you for sharing.EgyDivahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10323379461016769214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post-10218121552566727092008-08-19T02:31:00.000-07:002008-08-19T02:31:00.000-07:00what comes at you from the world is really a refle...what comes at you from the world is really a reflection of what you give out... so, you need to work on building strength and confidence... and yeah, don't think too much, it's unhealthy, just be, and enjoy who you are :)madwomaninatichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08497163634994139690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post-42285079343510589782008-08-19T01:44:00.000-07:002008-08-19T01:44:00.000-07:00Well I guess I found a way out of all this by buil...Well I guess I found a way out of all this by building my own small world.<BR/>I had a friend from Cairo the other week and we were talking a walk in my neighborhood..It's called Kafr Abdou,Alexandria. there is this (Seneyya) where I park my car with old lovely trees and flowers..well I cant really describe it..and maybe its not the best place in the world but I like it the best. The trees know me, the bricks and stones know me and the people as well. I told him: You see this quarter, This is Egypt to me, my sense of home and belonging somewhere is confined to this place, and I would die for this quarter. Noone would take over here unless he's over my dead body. Egypt consists of my mother, the few people whom i love and know they do not exist anywhere else in the world and the old good distant memories inside my mind. I miss this small place and those few people whenever I'm away, abroad oe even inside the big (Egypt), when I'm somewhere else, in or out, I'm just an object among many. I don't lock myself inside my car when Im walking in the streets and turn the ac on even if it's not that hot as many people do nowadays to isolate themselves and such things, I rather mingle but yet I'm inside this virtual shell, hoping I would go back to my place and my people, my little Egypt soon.<BR/>I used to criticize my mother coz she used to read the Obituaries throughly, now I do the same thing. I'm more interested in who's leaving than who's staying, not mentioning who's coming. I don't read newspapers when I'm in a bad mood in the morning, I use them as sheets when I'm eating. It suits our modern times more.<BR/>You made me talk.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7533216696109434463.post-48562682741339362182008-08-17T06:09:00.000-07:002008-08-17T06:09:00.000-07:00such a perfect sentiment. i actually had to stop ...such a perfect sentiment. i actually had to stop in the middle and resume my breath. just. be.<BR/><BR/>love it.anthraligyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10697293363663347371noreply@blogger.com