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<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-11395330</id><updated>2024-03-23T11:18:43.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default?alt=atom&start-index=26&max-results=25'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-8798655254389784613</id><published>2007-02-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:29:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye for now</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to move to the wordpress and combine the bits and pieces of posts into one blog instead of three. I am still working on categorizing it. But I resumed my sailings (here below) <a href="http://nesrinasailing.wordpress.com/">http://nesrinasailing.wordpress.com/</a> Bye for now :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8798655254389784613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8798655254389784613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/bye-for-now.html' title='Bye for now'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-4295797540223139166</id><published>2007-02-06T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:18:12.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last and never found piece</title><content type='html'>The last and never found piece Puzzle is one of my favorite games, I see some similarity putting the pieces together to form one picture and getting to know someone. In the sense that some people are easy to comprehend and have a full picture of who they are and others who have like thousand pieces that you might not have neither the time nor the effort to see what they will turn out to be in the end. The most difficult kinds of that human puzzles are those ones in disguise, yes, they look and act something that they are not. So whenever you grab a piece and put it where it should belong, you surprisingly see that it fits but the picture doesn’t match.., it gets more and more distorted and you get confused with it. It’s very common to know someone only from the phone or emails, at work for instance when dealing with some other branches in may be other countries. Or knowing people from their writings; reading their thoughts and ideas in their blogs, still it’s just one side, the other sides will always remain unknown. Even more the revealed side might be hidden in reality and that’s why the only place for it to get liberated is expressing it in writing. The common mistakes usually are, forgetting the main objective of collecting the pieces… that is to see the picture, just to know what it’s like not to assess or judge it. We all overlook that fact to the extent that we often try to interfere with the picture and try to change it. Another thing, there will always be missing pieces, no one knows the whole truth but Allah. In the end, life is a place where we are supposed to work to earn, plant to eat, and think to understand.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/4295797540223139166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=4295797540223139166' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/4295797540223139166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/4295797540223139166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-and-never-found-piece.html' title='The last and never found piece'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-9032741864866231215</id><published>2007-02-05T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:33:14.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>“Message in a bottle”, the original name of my blog, <a href="http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2005/03/message-in-bottle.html">my first post </a>and that intriguing idea of an old sad but full of hope practice I am totally fascinated with. Today I coincidently found this bog and read that post <a href="http://bighope.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-remembered.html">“Blog Remembered” </a>Didn’t know the someone else has thrown his thoughts and hoped to be discovered and read. The interesting thing in that particular blog that the comments are not activated, so I wondered… how would he know if someone has seen his message ? … may be the counter, may be he doesn’t want them to be discovered, or he doesn’t believe they will be discovered… Walked out this morning Dont believe what I saw A hundred billion bottles Washed up on the shoreSeems Im not alone in being alone A hundred billion castaways Looking for a home Now these words are making sense, seems there are a lot of messages waiting to be discovered. Note: I don't know the writer or the owner of that blog, but I am aplologizing if I am</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/9032741864866231215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=9032741864866231215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/9032741864866231215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/9032741864866231215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-9201850837065612310</id><published>2007-02-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T06:04:15.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day: 10 days away :)</title><content type='html'>One of the undeniable features of February, it’s nice I can’t argue… to see the store displays elegantly covered with red, it radiates warmth over the grey cold winter. Tulips , roses… . , surprises, bears and gift boxes. Despite the fact that this particular day has no significant to me, but it’s an opportunity to see something special. Last year, I got the weirdest present … I received a phone call from “A” urging to leave me something at the company’s security office, I said sure you can. Couldn’t stop thinking and imagining. Till he showed up and gave me “Dark City” movie on DVD, unwrapped and in a broken case… ?!!! (It didn’t upset me, in fact I found it funny… but sure we no longer talk :D) Note to the guys: please wrap the gifts nicely… it’s as much important as the gift itself, get something simple, elegant and symbolic. (don’t spend a lot, think a lot). Wonderful wishes to you all :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/9201850837065612310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=9201850837065612310' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/9201850837065612310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/9201850837065612310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-10-days-away.html' title='Valentine's day: 10 days away :)'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-2575362424421077550</id><published>2007-01-31T01:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:32:16.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success Stories</title><content type='html'>Seems we Egyptians do lack the know how of making a difference but we are pioneers in complaining. The dark picture needs to be lightened with some success stories I know they exist, but for some weird reasons are kept unleashed. We need encouragement, I love my country and the people of my country, just want to show the positivity hidden and boost it. Here is my tag if anyone is interested, please publish your own experience in conducting or participating in a project here in Egypt or outside it to make us believe that things can get better and prove that the individual efforts can make a difference and become a campaign. Note: no heroic stories are required, even paying a visit to an orphanage helps. Need some insights. <a href="http://www.nconcerns.blogspot.com/">Here in Arabic</a> شوية إيجابية</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/2575362424421077550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=2575362424421077550' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/2575362424421077550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/2575362424421077550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/success-stories_31.html' title='Success Stories'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-6334161634660139977</id><published>2007-01-28T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:45:06.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't hear me</title><content type='html'>Silence seems to be a luxury that I can’t afford to have even some of. I need ear plugs, I have a lot to say but the voices are so loud. Even the ones who care for me don't want to leave me alone just for an hour or two. I need some space. I normally am a good listener but as long as no one bothers to listen, give me a chance to listen to myself. I can't count the times that I heard the question "Are you OK" "What is wrong with you" followed by my answer "I am fine" and then get that look as if I am hidding something, well I am not, or may be I am... how can I tell.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6334161634660139977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=6334161634660139977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/6334161634660139977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/6334161634660139977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-hear-me.html' title='I can't hear me'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-3371057388431657393</id><published>2007-01-20T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:34:24.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag: Five things you don't know about me:</title><content type='html'>Thanks dear <a href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com/">Blue</a> for the Tag, it was real fun thinking about it :) Here we go: 1- I am a day dreamer and imaginative, I used to tell my mom bed time stories when I was young. 2- I wash my hands really a lot. 3- I like cooking and like to sing in the kitchen. 4- In important events or occasions, I am always late, never have enough time to prepare myself as I want and often forget important things. 5- I never stroll down the beach bare feet like what all people do, I wear sneakers to make sure my feet are protected. That's what I have never mentioned, the silly stuff I hide :D I am tagging my sister <a href="http://nerro.wordpress.com">Nerro </a>and friends in my side bar if they would like to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/3371057388431657393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=3371057388431657393' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/3371057388431657393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/3371057388431657393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/tag-five-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='Tag: Five things you don't know about me:'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-6136226358721489519</id><published>2007-01-18T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T03:09:08.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Talks/ babble</title><content type='html'>I am not in a good mood these days and my head is stuffed with so many thoughts most of them are actually nonsense… I thought of writing them to clear my head and my heart in order to get rid of that negativity, I am not even sure if I will publish that babble or just keep it as a draft. How do I start? ,,, it doesn’t matter, does it? I blame myself for all the things that I couldn’t be, in my high points I feel it’s not my fault and convert them into a push and a challenge, but at my weak moments … I just wonder and wish… wish I was braver, smarter, prettier, had a better job and position, doing more for my family, more active, less shy, less sensitive, less proud, more sociable, more powerful to make a difference, … Sometimes I feel sad for all the things that I thought I could be when I was young and I couldn’t, feel disappointed. Of course I do thank god for the life I am living and for all his blesses. And I know it sounds a very egoistic but deep inside I feel distinguishes and special, but when I think about it…no what makes me any of that. I am also have this intensity in everything I do, may be that’s the problem? I am average everything, not super in any but when I do anything I seek its perfection, when I love, when I work, when I even go shopping… so I go to extremes and it seems weird and understandable. Talking about weakness makes me more emotional but relieving. I need to cry, not because there is something wrong, but I know it will take that burden off me, and will make me feel so much better… but I can’t. Even crying is too much for me to do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/6136226358721489519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=6136226358721489519' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/6136226358721489519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/6136226358721489519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/inner-talks-babble.html' title='Inner Talks/ babble'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-7473841373469745253</id><published>2007-01-12T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:32:48.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veiled = Rejected !</title><content type='html'>The post has been moved to <a href="http://nconcerns.blogspot.com/">"Serious Thoughts"</a> .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/7473841373469745253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=7473841373469745253' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/7473841373469745253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/7473841373469745253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/veiled-rejected.html' title='Veiled = Rejected !'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-4618976035092720799</id><published>2007-01-09T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:00:10.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today in the morning I started with <a href="http://hechkok.blogspot.com/">Hechkok's post </a>that he had originally written not typed , then few minutes ago found <a href="http://prettyengy.blogspot.com/">Engy's post </a>about hand writing and psychoanalyst. <a href="http://nesrina.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-have-got-mail.html#comments">I myself prefer writing than typing (wrote about it before here). </a>So here is my handwriting, it's not good now, used to be better years ago. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018112491355299186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_ZQ-gj6RVI/RaPquUou3XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UckVapmHuek/s320/100_3576a.jpg" border="0" />Hey friends why don't we consider it a tag and pass it on to each other?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/4618976035092720799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=4618976035092720799' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/4618976035092720799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/4618976035092720799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-today-in-morning-i-started-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_ZQ-gj6RVI/RaPquUou3XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UckVapmHuek/s72-c/100_3576a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-1722156594454919787</id><published>2007-01-08T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:54:05.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Insignificant thoughts</title><content type='html'><ul><li>“Don’t Worry”, you can’t …? At least don’t pile things up and worry about them, deal with your worries…just one at a time, defer them a little bit …some of them will dissolve without you noticing. </li><li>A gift is what you give (full stop). It’s not what you give to get another thing in return. </li><li>Here is a little game … She : “You will be missed” (she used the passive voice to avoid saying “I”) He : “Will miss you too” (He didn’t say it either, how clever). </li><li>I want to be loved by ALL the people. So what have I done to deserve this love…. a question that has got to be raised. </li><li>Have been asked before how come you wear red a lot, your car is red… what is it with you and the red color. Well, about the car it’s a total coincidence, it’s my third car and it’s red as well. About me wearing red.. there is an old Egyptian say that “if you want to laugh at a dark complexioned person, let him/her wear red”. So I was trying to avoid it, till one day I decided to revolt against the say and surprise … surprise, it suits me and looks good on me. Moral of the story: don’t always listen and avoid…. TRY!. </li><li>Some words were never actually said because there is no one to be told about. </li><li>What do I hate the most ? People wearing masks, I have this curse that from the first minute I see these masks and be forced to remain silent while seeing people falling for it.</li></ul></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/1722156594454919787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=1722156594454919787' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/1722156594454919787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/1722156594454919787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-insignificant-thoughts.html' title='2007 Insignificant thoughts'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-8740381566978712570</id><published>2007-01-07T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:37:51.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Directions</title><content type='html'>There are key milestones in everyone's life, … specific incidents, events, accidents and sometimes miracles. But haven't you ever stopped and wondered about their perfection, that set of well designed steps occurring one after the other in a particular timing and order with people selectively involved or may be not, things that wouldn't normally happen and would never happen again …all are leading to just one thing. It is god's plan that no one can interfere in, allow or prevent any of it … and yet the choices are always available and so are directions. The directions are the boundaries that we are living within, … the boundaries that get broader and wider as we get older, see more, read more, with experience, education, … And there are also SIGNS, that aren't tangible, very relative and controversial too. To be frank, I think there are signs. Explaining them using logic … if you agree with me that certain incidents do occur based on a series of actions or steps. Then seeing one of them and anticipating the another would get you close. It's again subject to one's experience may be or forecasting. Within the spiritual range there comes intuition; having a bad feeling about something or someone and without even figuring out why and then you discover you were right. Another aspect, seeing things in one's dreams before they actually happen. (called in Islam Ro2ya "vision") However, getting drifted after the signs may sometimes create illusions, just like thirst can make you go after a mirage, the anxiety and the need to find a direction creates fake signs. The worst part is when they are used as excuses, "I can't go to work, I have that strange feeling …. " signs and fate do work in parallel, so there are nothing to run away from. Signs are signs, you are going fishing, you prepare yourself, go have a look at the weather's forecast and sea condition (these are the two indicators "signs"), if they are okay, go ahead… it's not a guarantee that things will go well but you are jeopardizing your safety ignoring them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8740381566978712570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=8740381566978712570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8740381566978712570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8740381566978712570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/directions.html' title='Directions'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-4908395020218798588</id><published>2007-01-05T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T13:09:24.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm</title><content type='html'>"One kind word can warm three winter months" A Japanese proverb. I usually feel warm whenever my family or friends are around. A kind of warmth that makes me feel secure and satisfied. Insensitivity hurts, cold looks or responses can freeze the world around you. Leaving you trembling and shaking, looking for somewhere to hide and feel safe again. Loneliness also makes you feel cold; even in mid July, even with people all around you. There is no such thing as to care about some people and ignore the other. A caring tender heart can't be choosy, it's filled with warmth and feelings and it doesn't release them upon a request, it just radiates them wherever it goes. Think about it what we will lose if we let go of the warmth we have inside us. It's so simple, just be sincere and try to connect with everyone around, feel them, they might be cold as well and a simple word, a gentle look, a pat on the back, or even a smile can turn their winter into a wonderful colorful spring. Is that so hard? Just think before you talk, do something special for someone without asking if he deserves it or not, listen and remember this world is not just about you, give chances and be forgiving, think of what you need and didn't get and try to make it up by giving someone else what you know he wanted. It's a cure for the soul and a relief for the heart. Be thankful and have faith and ask whoever you trust what do they see and you don't, view things from other angles and put yourself in others' shoes, say sorry, repent, try to be the good you the one you think you no longer are. … I wish I could do that too.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/4908395020218798588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=4908395020218798588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/4908395020218798588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/4908395020218798588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/warm.html' title='Warm'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-8605513522299527711</id><published>2007-01-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:11:36.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>"You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourineYou can dance, you can jive, having the time of your lifeSee that girl, watch that scene, ... " Deep inside I am just that girl, can't really tell how different am I now than when I was seventeen, it has been eleven years … but I can't feel them. If age is what you feel, I am definitely not 28 or let me say 29, … I am not afraid of being old, I do respect and appreciate older or senior people, they are wiser, more mature, more experienced, … years carry with them pearls and jewels and whenever a year passes, it leaves you with one of them till you have a whole tiara like the one that grand parents have. And it's not only I don't feel my age, I guess don't look my age too. I didn't realize that till I got that new job and during the phase of getting acquainted with my new colleagues. It didn't bother me a all hearing the same comment that " no way you look younger" till it started to be challenging with superiors, with them explaining and elaborating things for me as if it's my first time to be asked about specific tasks and then their surprise having the tasks done. It's manageable after all, and it doesn’t harm to have a fresh look on one's image every once in a while. I was never a foolish child; never got myself or anyone into trouble, have been the one who listens and tries to understand since I was young. So may be that's why I don't feel any difference. Another thing, if you measure something there must be a scale… so assuming that the range is the lifetime and since no one knows at what age will it end … so, you can't say from a scale 1 to 70 or 80 I am middle aged or not because may be I won't reach 70 or even the next day. I saw a program the other day on TV asking celebrities where would they like to be in 10 years, and the answer that really touches me was "to be alive". Yes we take our lives for granted instead of seeing it as a gift. My advice is, embrace your lives, appreciate each day, make a difference and always remember it's a journey that will end one day so it's better you leave something of value behind and get reward for it. I know that wouldn't ryme but I don't care :D "I am a dancing queen, young and sweet only 28 :)"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8605513522299527711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=8605513522299527711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8605513522299527711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8605513522299527711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2007/01/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-8583685042178583139</id><published>2006-12-31T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T12:22:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Tagged !</title><content type='html'>My dear friend <a href="http://bluelue.blogspot.com">Blue </a>has tagged me, I am very thankful for her for so many reasons: First her sweet words and I do hope to meet her soon as well, her tag and most of all her maturity and support when I needed it. So here are my answers: Something to achieve next year: It's not an achievement, I can say it's a wish … Will keep it a secret though, Blue: yes you know it :) Something impacted me last year: Major thing was leaving my previous job and joining the bank, I am not very happy there but I have a feeling that it will turn out to be a good thing. One thing I enjoyed in the group: The talks and chats on the chat room, the new few dear friends. What I'll miss about 2006: Being 28 :) I would like to tag my friends in the sidebar, if they would like to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/8583685042178583139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=8583685042178583139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8583685042178583139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/8583685042178583139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-tagged.html' title='I am Tagged !'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116582666898170819</id><published>2006-12-11T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:47:07.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificant thoughts (7)</title><content type='html'>Felt like having a lot to say but couldn't concentrate and put together all the bits and peices into one post , so here it comes again ... 1- What would really make you feel satisfied… having everything or giving everything… I believe GIVING, having everything isn’t possible anyway. 2- Love can be purchased when the price you pay is love and sacrifice. 3- We are well equipped sophisticated master piece creatures, if only we know how to deal with that… ironically the instruction and manuals were provided but we revolted against them and decided to go on our own. 4- May be what seemed wrong with one person, would be the right thing to do with another. 5- They say “Time heals everything” … but how would you bear the time you spend waiting to be healed. 6- Arrogant and snobbish people do hurt other’s feeling even by just showing up. 7- Some people don’t know how to enjoy the moment; they knew how wonderful it was when it becomes past. They have great memories but they never lived a good day… imagine ! 8- At work the most brutal task you can be given is when your boss harms someone, delegates you to represent his ugly face and see its reflection on that person. 9- So he is capable of saying what should and shouldn’t be done, he is not doing it though… seems his mouth works independently from his ears and mind, I expected to hear at the end of the sentence “………………………………, this is a recorded message”. 10- Forgiving is possible, forgetting isn’t. 11- Don’t look for a pattern, people are different. 12- I am kind of lost, keep asking myself “ Is that the right way “ I am sure it isn’t but I know I came across it truly by mistake but for a good reason. “Right things sometimes happen in the wrong places”.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116582666898170819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116582666898170819' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116582666898170819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116582666898170819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/12/insignificant-thoughts-7.html' title='Insignificant thoughts (7)'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116478670501476709</id><published>2006-11-28T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:08:20.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificant thoughts (6)</title><content type='html'>1- “Home” is not a house, … not a country, … not a person, it’s security and serenity. 2- Men tend to avoid women when they are angry, although this anger flies away once she feels there is someone to support or just be there. 3- People searching for love are searching for a missing part of them knowing there is someone out there who has it. Wish that someday the two of them will be a complete whole ONE. 4- People who define themselves with what they own or what they do, are truly what they own or what they do except that they no longer are “PEOPLE”. 5- Waiting, … needs strength, some people mess up during that phase , do the wrong things to make themselves busy, others are patient enough to hold on and some people lose resistance and die. 6- I prayed to god and I am sure I will be answered. I have never wanted something that badly and I wasn’t answered. 7- I want to get closer, watch and listen to everything … I am not curious, I just want to understand. 8- How difficult to keep holding the truth from someone as it will hurt and bear the guiltiness of contributing in an illusion that dear person is living. 9- We do have the tolerance for pain and sometimes enjoyment as well, it makes us human… life is a harmonized set of contradictions and so are we… so the soft sad warm violin note, fuzzy chilly winds as the sunsets, dark quiet nights, a sweet tender look from the least perosn expected, …. There are no patterns in life. 10- Being silent for a long while, makes you have a lot to say… but makes you forget how to say it. Previously <a href="http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/09/insignificant-thoughts-5.html">on... Insignificant thoughts</a></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116478670501476709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116478670501476709' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116478670501476709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116478670501476709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/insignificant-thoughts-6.html' title='Insignificant thoughts (6)'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116441235590832442</id><published>2006-11-24T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T15:52:36.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The shattered pieces</title><content type='html'>"Nothing remains the same" it doesn't make it any easier accepting the fact of having something and the next day it's gone. Whether it's a person or something that meant so much to you one day, a street you used to walk in your way home, certain feelings, gatherings, or years loaded with pieces of the young you that you no longer are. Why bother going to the same places now, faking the same situations and talks … everything has changed, …. you have changed. Why looking for the people you miss in others' eyes, they are different ... even if you think you saw the one you miss… he is just inside your heart and eyes and it's only a reflection…longing feeling are so sweetly possessing, you know you are captured and yet you can't set yourself free because the heavenly prison is painted with memories. Can't we endure the idea of being apart both physically and emotionally? There must be a reason that by time we leave dear ones and meaningful things behind or they leave us. May be we don't have to insist of having another encounter with the past and just move on. There is no coincidence, it's a perfect arrangement of place, people, timing …. So when one of these factors change the result won't be the one you supposed you have lived before. The difference between missing and losing is hope. So what was left behind and the shattered pieced you have been looking for may be better missed that lost. I believe in fate and I know things happen for a reason, and the hollow parts resulting from the shattered peices are better be filled with the appreciation for the ones and things we still have.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116441235590832442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116441235590832442' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116441235590832442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116441235590832442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/shattered-pieces.html' title='The shattered pieces'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116427008322825756</id><published>2006-11-23T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T00:29:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a relief … It’s Thursday!</title><content type='html'>It’s the last working day of the week and oh god I am sooooooooooo drained, effortless, wordless, motionless, thoughtless… ( I know it doesn’t make sense but I am everything that is ….less). <a href="http://prettyengy.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-day.html">Crazy thought </a>(took that from my very dear friend <a href="http://www.prettyengy.blogspot.com/">Engy</a>) I want to get married, quit working and become a house wife, so a single decent, religious, funny, responsible, height 175 and up, green, hazel, blue or grey eyes guy who is searching for a perfect bride (I can’t be perfect , I am Gemini and it’s a problem of its own) :D … but I am here. Note: <a href="http://prettyengy.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-day.html">Quoting Engy</a> is really fun. I can’t stop laughing while looking at her original post and customize it to my requirements. Just like spending time and hanging out with her and Soha… I am missing you girls. For the record: Top comedians: Soha and Engy together, <a href="http://nerro.wordpress.com/">Nemeen</a> (my sister) watching comedy shows on TV, my Dad when he starts laughing and my mom when things go wrong …. My list doesn’t end like that there are more but enough for now, I have to get back to work :D</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116427008322825756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116427008322825756' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116427008322825756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116427008322825756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-relief-its-thursday.html' title='What a relief … It’s Thursday!'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116385848934924000</id><published>2006-11-18T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T06:01:29.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing</title><content type='html'>My blog's name has been changed to sailing and it's funny I have a guilt feeling as if I have abandoned the blue ocean that once was inhabited by my messages. Strange it just takes one attempt to get your voice to be heard and then it just becomes a habit not to ever stop talking. life is all about change, and sometimes holding on to the past is like sitting on a shore , grabbing some sand mixed with water in your hand and then feel it slipping out of your hand, you look at your fist, believing that you still have captured some of it , ..you open your hand and find it just empty. I used to start my post (messages) with "Dear … " , and end them with "your sincerely" just the conventional way I love till the end of last year then I felt I ran out of these messages and didn't feel the urge to write "yours" again … kind of lost its meaning to me. So Sailing for me is going through life with all its aspects, sun rise, rainbows, rough water, … it doesn't matter how the journey is, what matters is the good sailor that you have been.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116385848934924000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116385848934924000' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116385848934924000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116385848934924000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/sailing.html' title='Sailing'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116366621510955825</id><published>2006-11-16T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:52:23.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that Fair ???</title><content type='html'>Again… it’s not that I am a Muslim or an Arab, It’s about humanity. (<a href="http://www.turkishweekly.net/news.php?id=40818">World Horrified by Beit Hanun Massacre</a> ) <a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/AB0A17E7-BF30-4A5C-A91F-6597AFEF5DC5.htm">(Israel hits fighter's house in Gaza)</a> I can't even comment on that, I do also know that no one wants to hear and endure the fact that ... . We are doomed to live furious, heart ached and MUTE or else we are SHUSHED. Aren't we ??? But on what cost ... <a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/NR/exeres/56708662-D8DD-446C-8F21-6AFF0B65B188.htm">Palestinian healthcare under siege</a> Quote: "<a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25742.html">I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight.</a> " Malcom X</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116366621510955825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116366621510955825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116366621510955825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116366621510955825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-that-fair.html' title='Is that Fair ???'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116328234748392589</id><published>2006-11-11T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:59:07.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for."</title><content type='html'>"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116328234748392589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116328234748392589' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116328234748392589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116328234748392589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/ship-in-harbour-is-safe-but-that-is.html' title='"A ship in harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for."'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116273555735308289</id><published>2006-11-05T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T06:05:57.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma I love you</title><content type='html'>I am sorry … you are that sick I am sorry … I never told you how much I love you I am sorry … I never thanked you enough for your attention and care I am sorry … I got busy with work and I spent days without even calling you I am sorry … you were very near to me when I was young and when I got older I got farther I am sorry … we all know you are in danger and you don’t I am sorry … I knew how scared you are and I never said a word, now I am really scared Please God make her get better and give me a second chance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116273555735308289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116273555735308289' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116273555735308289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116273555735308289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/grandma-i-love-you.html' title='Grandma I love you'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116265890823952762</id><published>2006-11-04T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:51:11.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Hand</title><content type='html'><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/923/1600/250px-Harpe_de_lumiere.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/590/923/200/250px-Harpe_de_lumiere.jpg" border="0" /></a> Humming " Somewhere Over the rainbow … ", wondering and murmuring "I have been there may be it didn't last but I felt it, very few times and for a very brief period". It's not easy getting there, the materialistic stressful daily life, problems and heartaches that we will be facing as long as we shall live on earth shades its beauty but eventually the light just shines through. It is visible, just open your eyes, see the beauty … the beauty that resides in the heart, colors the eyes and is reflected on what you see. Ugliness doesn't embody anyone or anything, it possesses the eyes of the hard hearted ones and deprive them of seeing beauty. This somewhere also has another name, it's called "Happiness", this priceless gift. An overpowering feeling that takes you away from everything and makes you literally fly, fill your heart and makes you want to take some of it and sprinkle in the sky to share it with the whole universe. You can never be alone in that particular place, "loneliness" is not included in its dictionary. I have prayed before for some people when I knew they were going through a tough time to ease up their problems and I wished their sadness would go away. I so wanted them with me .. up there, over the rainbow. And though I wasn't there yet but I wanted to reach and wanted to take all of them with me. Seeing someone dear in pain is just harder than enduring the pain yourself. So make the effort and seize any opportunity, hide from all the problems and figure out how can you reach there, take the hands of your loved ones, makes their day and head to a brief journey that may take seconds to "Somewhere Over The Rainbow".</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116265890823952762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116265890823952762' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116265890823952762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116265890823952762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-my-hand.html' title='Take My Hand'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11395330.post-116250009450578019</id><published>2006-11-02T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:41:34.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm worth a lot"</title><content type='html'>I read the follwing peice in an email and I did like it very much, thought of sharing it with you. "In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question....question.... "What kind of man are you looking for?" She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking. "Do you really want to know?" Reluctantly, he said, "Yes." She began to expound... As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position toask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills.I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position toask, "What can you bring to the table?" The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more." I need a man who is striving for perfection in everyaspect of life. " He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her toexplain. She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentallybecause I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-mindedman. " I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spirituallybecause I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelieversis a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfectionfinancially because I don't need a financial burden. I am looking for someonewho is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strongenough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In orderto be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn'ttaking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive..taking care ofbe worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if hecan't help himself. When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat therewith a puzzled look on his face. He said, "You're asking a lot. " She replied, "I'm worth a lot." </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/feeds/116250009450578019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11395330&postID=116250009450578019' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116250009450578019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11395330/posts/default/116250009450578019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nesrinabo.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-worth-lot.html' title='"I'm worth a lot"'/><author><name>Nesrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15320866673638833468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://newton-i.usefilm.com/images/4/4/9/7/4497/1151308-medium.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>

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