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The real me

You look at me and see the girl
Who lives inside the golden world
But don’t believe
That’s all there is to see
You’ll never know the real me

She smiles through a thousand tears
And harbours adolescent fears
She dreams of all
That she can never be
She wades in insecurity
And hides herself inside of me

Don’t say she takes it all for granted
I’m well aware of all I have
Don’t think that I am disenchanted
Please understand

It seems as though I’ve always been

Somebody outside looking in
Well, here I am for all of them to bleed
But they can’t take my heart from me
And they can’t bring me to my knees
They’ll never know the real me

Lyrics of Looking in song: I love it.

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“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 😀

“I am a dancing queen, young and sweet only 28 :)”

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Memory

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory,
all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
and I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me,
it’s so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you’ll touch me,
you’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun

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Dear …

A week ago, I was having dinner with my friends in blue nile, It was Thursday, a bit cold but I couldn’t stay all the time indoors, I went outside and enjoyed the nile view without barriers …
It felt really great. everything was beautiful that night and very peaceful… they played this wonderful song “Love Is“, I used to love this song and haven’t listened to it since soooooo long.
I wanted to listen to it again and by coincedence, Nermeen brought a CD with her and I found the song, it brings back beautiful and precious memories …
Here is the song’s lyrics…

They say it’s a river
That circles the earth
A beam of light shining
To the edge of the universe
It conquers all It changes everything

They say it’s a blessing
They say it’s a gift
They say it’s a miracle
And I believe that it is
It conquers all
But it’s a mystery

Love breaks your heart
Love takes no less than everything
Love makes it hard
And it fades away so easily

In this world we’ve created
Inthis place that we live
From the blink of an eye, babe
The darkness sets in
Love lights the world
And lights the lovers for eternity

Love breaks the chains
Love aches for everyone of us
Love takes the tears and pain
And it turns it into the beauty that remains

Look at this place
It was paradise,
but now it’s dying
I’ll pray for love
I’ll take my chances that it’s not too late

Love breaks your heart
Love takes no less than everything
Love makes it hard
And it fades away so easily

I know I am a moody person, but I guess the song and the good memories are lifting my mood.

Yours,

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Dear …

My impression on people has been always determined by how I feel. My heart was my only guide, and by the time, I used to find out that my opinion (don’t want to say judgement) was right. except for few times (when lies are involved, I am not good with lies).

But seems, this is no longer works, I guess I am no longer connected to my innerself that the signals do not mean anything to me, I no longer see clear visions, people are vague, things are blurry, facts are messed up…

I don’t know why I am fond of building statues for people without even knowing them well, and when the truth began to be revealed … the statues start to collapse, and the people lose thier existance, the choices are getting fewer, the path gets narrower.

I am not a perfectionist, but unless things are crystal clear, I don’t see them.
How can I trust people, if it is my heart that I can no longer trust.
How can I tell, if what I being told is the truth when I don’t know it.

Words have acquired so many meanings than the ones I used to know. so even speaking the same language will never do me any good, still won’t be understood.

I have few good friends, I can’t have so many , it’s a responsibility and requires devotion, time, feelings and attention. what I can offer can not be taken from the great friends that I already have to be distributed among a larger group. Iwon’t be the same caring and loving friend to them, I won’t be me.

Am I differnent , or .. it’s the people. I feel like an alien as if I don’t belong.
Or that everyone has a role to play, and he is playing it for his own pleasure… so TAKE A BOW , …. “BRAVO”.

Yours,

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