<?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-23858411</id><updated>2011-08-09T01:45:18.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss J's World</title><subtitle type='html'>My world .. My rules!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-7331740361599763689</id><published>2011-08-09T01:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:45:18.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one moonless night in J World, a mama J was giving birth. Papa J was waiting anxiously outside the door, waiting for a new baby j to be born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when the doctor came out of the delivery room, he had a frown on his face. Papa J ran to the doctor and asked if everything is ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Congratulations, you're a father. But... &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry. Your son is not normal&amp;nbsp;" The doctor said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?.. What do you mean doctor?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He was born without the dot!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence filled the room and Papa J felt devastated. His baby 'j' was born without the dot. He was not normal and has to face this fact for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years went by and baby j went to school and college. And as he grew up, he became a capital J with no dash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All his life he's been laughed at and treated as an outcast. But this kid never cared. He never listened to anyone trying to&amp;nbsp;frustrate&amp;nbsp;him. He always thought of himself as unique. He had the most cheerful character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time people tried to forbid him from engaging in conversations, letters, and emails, he didn't care. He tried again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until he was noticed. People, as well, saw him as unique. They started using him in their writings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, it is easier and faster to skip the dot. Isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there are fonts made with Js with no dots or dashes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This J changed the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a will, and that's much more important than a mere dot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/23858411-7331740361599763689?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/7331740361599763689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=7331740361599763689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/7331740361599763689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/7331740361599763689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2011/08/freak.html' title='The Freak'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-169300315169633681</id><published>2007-11-07T21:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:43:04.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Time</title><content type='html'>In the land of time, you can find each person's tape. A passing tape of images full of characters and things. The tape is too long with two huge cyliders at each end. It moves nonstop, while people and things in it cannot. They stay still inside the tape but change from a picture to another.&lt;br /&gt;The distance between the cylinders vary, not all are the same. And they are not of the same width or thickness. Some have too many things and people in it that thay barely fit in. Some are very wide but can be torn easily. Others are too thick but with few things in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a white tape that had one image in it. The same image repeated and it kept rolling and rolling... It was a dead red flower. I picked one of them up, it was not rotten it was just dead with no smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on looking for my own tape. But another tape caught my eye, it was colorless but full. I was even worried some of the things might fall off, the people inside were literally above eachother. But it was colorless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really want to find my own tape it's very important, so I closed my eyes and let my feet lead me. Moments later I found it.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there watching the tape rolling, I knew I could not stop it. But that did not sadden me. I only wanted to steal a piece of it and keep it with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-169300315169633681?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/169300315169633681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=169300315169633681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/169300315169633681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/169300315169633681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/11/land-of-time.html' title='The Land of Time'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-2930644475965251749</id><published>2007-09-03T23:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:42:09.259+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the Moon is Yellow..</title><content type='html'>J people are very sensitive and their feelings directly affect their world, JWorld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each smile grows a new flower, each tear drop adds to the darkness of the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;If a J person is sick, the land becomes dry and trees wither.&lt;br /&gt;If a J person is in love, the sea water becomes sweater, sun lightens on the world, and a refreshing smell is added to a calm breeze.&lt;br /&gt;A hatred spirit opens a crack in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;A caring one closes another.&lt;br /&gt;A lie spreads fog on a low level.&lt;br /&gt;A hug clears the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a J person is disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Fall is here.&lt;br /&gt;And falling leaves covered the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow new leaves will grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-2930644475965251749?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/2930644475965251749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=2930644475965251749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/2930644475965251749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/2930644475965251749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-moon-is-yellow.html' title='Why the Moon is Yellow..'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-4346657050677001482</id><published>2007-06-16T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:48:32.582+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill</title><content type='html'>With tears in his eyes Jackee looked at the sky. He was looking for the moon.&lt;br /&gt;In the silence, he felt someone sitting on the big rock beside him. It was Jeeka.&lt;br /&gt;Jackee gave Jeeka a very sad look filled with confusion, his tears were speaking of jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeka smiled tenderly and put an arm around Jackee.&lt;br /&gt;'Let me tell you a little story. Long time ago, J people used to die at the age of 30 for no specific reason. None could survive more than that and nobody knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then oneday, someone could! A J person survived to live 31.&lt;br /&gt;Despite J people's surprise, they all agreed that he will die very soon, and that it was just his good luck. But he lived another year, and another, and another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the forth year, the J person who could survive past the 30 decided to find out how and why he could and others couldn't. So he started a research, asking all J people about their lives, their routines, and habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not take him long to find out that he survived only because he practiced his Jill muscle.&lt;br /&gt;You see J people are born with an extra muscle called the 'Jill muscle'. This muscle is responsible for the will power and patience in a J's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like all other muscles, it turns the energy into motion. But its uniqueness lies in absorbing negative energy, and turning it into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles are self-healing and they grow stronger by ptractice, Jackee.&lt;br /&gt;Smile please, you are a J person'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-4346657050677001482?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/4346657050677001482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=4346657050677001482&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/4346657050677001482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/4346657050677001482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/06/jill.html' title='Jill'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-7798263037474120312</id><published>2007-04-21T13:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:45:14.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Howard the Coward</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you the story of Howard?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Howard is well known in almost all alphabet worlds, for his unique attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard can not walk a road not marked or planned. he drew two lines from his house to his work so he can walk inside them everyday. He has other two lines drawn from his house to the one shop he always buys groceries from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard does not like surprises, he can not deal with them. He is used to plans, made by him and only him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oneday Howard was walking to work, inside his path, with his head focused on the road and nothing else. He felt thirsty but he kept going. The thirst was starting to annoy him and he really needed to drink some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously, he took a glance to his right to see a well! Feeling very thirsty, now Howard was in a conflict with himself. He can not take one step out of the path, yet he is thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;So he started blaming himself for taking that glance and seeing the well. He should have not done that. He would have been fine and just kept walking if he did not take that glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do now?!&lt;br /&gt;Howard stood there in a battle with himself, trembling, tensed! But he knew for sure that he can not take a step out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when a passerby noticed Howard standing there and offered to get him some of the water from the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'NO! NO! please don't!' Howard shouted 'I can't I just can't'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only Howard could not let himself out of the path he drew for himself; but he can not allow any interference to the path. He was so obsessed with keeping everything as planned. It was safer, any interference means higher probability of danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has worked so hard to get where he is, to mark these paths, he was so proud of himself.&lt;br /&gt;He was not prepared for any disturbance, it was just not right!&lt;br /&gt;He was not thinking about the need for the water anymore. He was only concerned with the dangers that may occur if he is to accept the change.&lt;br /&gt;Howard was a precise man.&lt;br /&gt;He knew what he needed and planned for it.&lt;br /&gt;No risks, safer is better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he resumed his walk to work, he can bare the thirst!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-7798263037474120312?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/7798263037474120312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=7798263037474120312&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/7798263037474120312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/7798263037474120312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/04/howard-coward.html' title='Howard the Coward'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-1809501898690360311</id><published>2007-04-10T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:15:30.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peel</title><content type='html'>Jood was having a banana while looking outside the window. It was one of those wonderful spring days, so he decided to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great feeling, walking calmly with a big smile, a little warm breeze came along. Jood felt so happy and fulfilled he wished he could keep walking like that forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he finished his banana, he was wondering what to do with the peel. He didn't have to think much! The only thing he can do is throw it away. So he threw the peel ahead of him as far as he could then kept walking enjoying the lovely weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few moments later, Jood slipped on his banana peel! He was gazing at the blue sky and did not notice the peel on the ground. So he slipped, practically flew few inches up before he landed on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to sit down after the fall, Jood noticed that he landed on something. He looked under him, only to see that it was a treasure box! A big colorful treasure box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from heavy pain, Jood looked at the box and asked "Are you ok?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-1809501898690360311?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/1809501898690360311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=1809501898690360311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/1809501898690360311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/1809501898690360311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/04/peel.html' title='The Peel'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-1396231055767322575</id><published>2007-03-31T16:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:39:55.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing</title><content type='html'>Jackee and Jood went climbing. They had all the equipment ready, they wore the appropriate outfits, and had their big bags on their shoulders. They tied themselves with a rope while climbing to help each other on the way and stay together-just like professionals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day and everything was going well, until the sky started darkening slowly. It was night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the whole raod infront of them was black and they could see nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jood.. Do you have a lighter?' Jackee asked&lt;br /&gt;Few moments of silence and there was no answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jood?.. Are you there?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah' Jood replied&lt;br /&gt;'What do you have in your bag? Do you have a lighter or a neon or anything we can use to show us the road?'&lt;br /&gt;More silence and no answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'JOOD!! What's wrong? Can you hear me? Im talking to you' The silence started bugging Jackee&lt;br /&gt;'Im here' Jood said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my God! I noticed that you are there and ok and nothing is wrong with you. But why aren't you answering my questions. I need help here'&lt;br /&gt;More silence...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't believe this.. It's not funny you know. I don't know what you're trying to do but it's only making me angry' Jackee was really getting angry&lt;br /&gt;But Jood kept silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long sigh filled with rage Jackee said, 'Ok.. I need to calm down to understand what you're trying to do!.. Is it hard for you to answer my questions? If it is hard to talk just hit the ground once for a Yes and twice for a No, ok?'&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Jackee heard a hit on the ground, and it made him laugh! Finally he was getting answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok.. Now back to where we were, do you haev anything to light up the road for us?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE AGAIN..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-1396231055767322575?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/1396231055767322575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=1396231055767322575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/1396231055767322575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/1396231055767322575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/03/climbing_31.html' title='Climbing'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-121354469678924933</id><published>2007-03-16T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:40:12.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shall Go Back..</title><content type='html'>It smells but I can not smell anything..&lt;br /&gt;Sounds around me but I can not hear anything..&lt;br /&gt;I see but I can not see..&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the old man, his words ring in my ears; he said: 'Let it be, Don't you would only hurt yourself'&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen, I never listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deprived from my feelings, I now perceive the existance of chains on me.&lt;br /&gt;I was never able to take the stairs. No matter how hard I tried, I could never climb the first one. Time after time I tried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, I need to admit defeat. I lost..&lt;br /&gt;Go back! I shall go back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my soul for destiny have always faught against us and I can not bare anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Abandon me, my colors! You brought me misery and no joy; you brought me defeat and no triumph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road was never mine..&lt;br /&gt;I shall go back and walk the grayed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-121354469678924933?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/121354469678924933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=121354469678924933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/121354469678924933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/121354469678924933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-shall-go-back.html' title='I Shall Go Back..'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-2212452856525544389</id><published>2007-03-10T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:41:46.771+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Daffodil</title><content type='html'>I love daffodils, and I love the smell of dafodils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to talk to this daffodil because it makes me angry to see it sad.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that the frog was born like that. He was born ill, and he has been blind because of that. The type of blindness he has is not very rare, and it affects his ability to see and smell the exceptionally beatiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she innocently asked 'Doesn't the princess kiss the frog in the story so he turns into a prince?'&lt;br /&gt;I had to say 'But the frog had to blackmail the princess to get the kiss. And whether we are with or against the concept of blackmailing, it does not change the fact that the princess was &lt;em&gt;forced &lt;/em&gt;to kiss the frog! Bacuse, dear daffodil, a princess is not supposed to kiss a frog'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when even after that the daffodil was not convinced I had to call for Gabriel Garcia Marquez to help me. And do you know what he said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'If you love something set it free....If it comes back to you it is yours, if it doesn't then it was never yours' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-2212452856525544389?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/2212452856525544389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=2212452856525544389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/2212452856525544389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/2212452856525544389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-daffodil.html' title='This Daffodil'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-1883823812969764364</id><published>2007-03-03T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:15:08.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morpio</title><content type='html'>Jaina was a gifted J person.&lt;br /&gt;He could read any book from any world of the alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our world, languages in alphabet worlds differed not in letters but in radiation. Each world's language, when written, radiates certain waves that indicate which world the writting was from. Those waves are then translated into feelings that a reader gets. You do not learn the different languages, you either know it or you just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaina, however, was one of the rare people who could understand all different languages from all worlds; or so he claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahi from M World heard about Jaina's gift and decided to prove he was wrong. So he went to the M library and got the toughest book there is; and he was certain that no matter how gifted Jaina was, he will not be able to read this book. It was called the 'Morpio'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was few days later, when Mahi visited J World with the book 'Morpio' in his hands. All J people gathered in the central park of J World, to see if Jania could read Morpio.&lt;br /&gt;Mahi shouted 'Who is Jaina?'&lt;br /&gt;Jaina stood out in the crowd and said 'I am Jaina. I do not want to sound arrogant but I have, so far, read all books presented infront to me. I do not know if I can or can not read the Morpio, but I doubt that I can't'&lt;br /&gt;After a sarcastic giggle Mahi handed the Morpio to Jaina and said 'Well, here you go!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaina sat down on the ground and opened the Morpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could not feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;He sat there with the Morpio in his lap, all people staring, waiting. But he could not read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long silence and a lot of staring, people started whispering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So..?' Mahi said in a challenging tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaina looked tired. He tried but he could not read the Morpio. It was not like any other book he ever saw. It was so.. closed!&lt;br /&gt;Even after the long laughs that Mahi had infront of the whole crowd, Jaina had nothing to say until Mahi asked 'Do you feel hurt because you could NOT read the Morpio?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No.' Jaina replied with a very calm tone, 'I can not read the Morpio, but that is not why I am hurt. What hurts me is that I think the Morpio can read me.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-1883823812969764364?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/1883823812969764364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=1883823812969764364&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/1883823812969764364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/1883823812969764364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/03/morpio.html' title='The Morpio'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-2132180134769331794</id><published>2007-02-24T01:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:20:26.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dress</title><content type='html'>I went shopping nights ago, I can not recall how many but it has been a while.&lt;br /&gt;I did not know what I was looking for, but I saw a dress from a window and I went inside to see it. It looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, the salesman was not anxious to sell it. Rather, he seemed to prefer keeping it; and that has made the dress exceptionally appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if I could try it on and I did. Wearing it, looking at my reflection in the mirror, the dress looked just fine. It perfecctly fit. It was nice, but.. not beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'but' was ringing in my head. The dress was missing something and I did not know what it was. The dress was lovely, but I was hesitant. No explanation whatsoever was there to console me for not buying the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been visiting that shop every night since then. Helpless I feel, eachtime I try the dress on. I like it, I like it a lot but there is something missing. It tears me from the inside not knowing what it lacked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the colors! maybe it needs more colors!&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the cut! Is it last year's?&lt;br /&gt;The dress is missing something.. and I need to know what it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-2132180134769331794?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/2132180134769331794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=2132180134769331794&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/2132180134769331794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/2132180134769331794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-dress.html' title='My Dress'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-5132266891576381527</id><published>2007-02-17T21:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:40:01.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do, if you were Jaizy?</title><content type='html'>'Jimlo! Come on in', Jaizy said while opening the door of his cottage after hearing a knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'How are you?' Jimlo saluted&lt;br /&gt;'Good, how about you?' Jaizy replied as he closed the door of the cottage&lt;br /&gt;'Frankly I came to ask you about something that was confusing me for a while'&lt;br /&gt;'Sit down. Tell me what is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimlo sat down on one of the wooden logs with a sheepish smile on his face 'Not that I have been watching you, but I noticed something and I need to make sure you are fine. If you feel it's personla please feel free to refuse to answer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wide smile Jaizy said 'Ask then we'll see'&lt;br /&gt;Both exchanged caring gestures and Jimlo continued 'The ink wall! Why do you wear gloves and a mask each time you need to pass by it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silence, Jaizy lowered his head and stared at the floor for a few moments. And as he raised his head Jimlo could see eyes filled with disappointment that made him very sad.&lt;br /&gt;'It is OK if you do not feel like talking about it, Jaizy' Jimlo said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sigh Jaizy managed to speak 'Years ago when I was still new at JWorld and the first time I passed by the ink wall, it did not recognize me'&lt;br /&gt;'The ink wall drenched me with black ink. It was a bad experience and with all J people watching I felt embaressed. But that was not what hurt me most' Jaizy continued explaining 'I was shocked that the wall did not recognize me as the wonderful J person I was. It is not supposed to wet J people with black ink but it did with me! It must have had bad thoughts about me.'&lt;br /&gt;'And ever since I have been taking procautions before passing infront of it. It is safer, besides I do not trust it won't drench me again' Jaizy added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am so sorry Jaizy, I did not know' considerately Jimlo told Jaizy, 'But do you think you can try once to pass by without the mask and the gloves maybe the wall will recognize you now'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-5132266891576381527?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/5132266891576381527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=5132266891576381527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/5132266891576381527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/5132266891576381527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-will-you-do-if-you-were-jaizy.html' title='What will you do, if you were Jaizy?'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-9215781249584443650</id><published>2007-02-17T01:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:06:45.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Rain</title><content type='html'>Jackee and Jood were walking down the main road in JWorld when it suddenly started to rain. Seeing a little cottage nearby both of our friends hurried towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before getting to the cottage Jood stopped. Jackee looked behind and said 'Jood! Come on'&lt;br /&gt;But Jood stood there without a word&lt;br /&gt;'Come on Jood. It is raining heavy and we need to go inside. Do you want to get soaked?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You go ahead Jackee. I'll stay out' Jood replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't want you to get sick' Jackee said that while going back to where Jood was standing and continued 'Why would you want to stay out?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't think I should tell you' Jood was being really calm about it and it made Jackee sad.&lt;br /&gt;'You seem afraid, what's wrong?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes I am'&lt;br /&gt;'What of?' Jackee had to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments under the pouring rain, Jood decided to tell Jackee what he was afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;'You always say one must sit down on a chair after entering a cottage and I know that is what you will do after entering that cottage, and I do not want to sit down'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are not going inside to sit down, we are going in because it is warmer and it will protect us from rain that we are under right now. I do not want to get sick and I sure care for you not to as well. I might want to sit down yes but why is it so frightening to you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I just don't want to sit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then don't. Just come inside for the warmth. And if we feel like we need to sit down we will; if not we won't. But I don't want us to get sick as a start. What do you think?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-9215781249584443650?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/9215781249584443650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=9215781249584443650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/9215781249584443650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/9215781249584443650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/02/under-rain.html' title='Under the Rain'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-117138039596180373</id><published>2007-02-13T15:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:26:35.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Glow</title><content type='html'>It was a rainy night in J World, and Jimlo was just about to turn to bed when he heard the voice of someone crying loud. He looked out the window to see Joul lying on the wet floor in the main square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimlo went outside to see what was wrong, and other J people were gathering around Joul.&lt;br /&gt;Joul was lying under a big gem that was placed in the middle of the main square in JWorld. This gem has always represented everything beatiful in JWorld. J people derive their confidence from its shine. The gem never stopped glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple glance at the gem and every J person understood why Joul was weeping. Now more J people started crying. The gem was loosing some of its glow and it showed! The scene of it was devastating to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I think I know why our gem is loosing some of its shine' Jeed said, 'I noticed the new J member, Jais, passing by it without stopping to gaze at it. and twice!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I saw him too, the other day; he just kept walking without smiling at it, nor gazing at the glow. It was awful' Jude added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long silence Jimlo had to say it&lt;br /&gt;'It must have felt unappreciated!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-117138039596180373?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/117138039596180373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=117138039596180373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/117138039596180373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/117138039596180373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/02/glow.html' title='The Glow'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-117110550745298655</id><published>2007-02-10T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T13:05:07.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackee is in Trouble</title><content type='html'>On a sunny day in J World, Jood decided to have a walk in the woods. And as he did he saw Jackee sitting on teh ground with a frown, a hand under his jaw, starring down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jood approached Jackee 'Jackee! What are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;Without turning to face Jood. Jackee said 'I am staring at that little rock'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The little black one? And why are you if I may ask!'&lt;br /&gt;'You see, I am painting a big picture and it includes a lot of little rocks. I was about to finish the painting but I needed one last rock in the middle of it. I have a lot of rocks inside my house as you know, but the one that had to go in the middle was not available. none of the rocks I had fit or was right for it.' Jackee was replying to Jood's question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you went out to look for one.' Jood concluded&lt;br /&gt;'yeah. I wanted a light grey rock, but I saw this one and I liked it. It is black but rounded in a way that might fit and give the painting the right touch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So?! Just take it and try' Jood said&lt;br /&gt;'I could not! yesterday when I first saw it I started jumping up and down so the rock would jump into my hand...' Jackee was explaining, when Jood interuppted ' wait ..wait.. you were here yesterday as well?'&lt;br /&gt;'No I have been here SINCE yesterday' Jackee replied&lt;br /&gt;'OH!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Anyways, I jumped and jumped but the rock would not rest in my hands'&lt;br /&gt;'Surprisingly!!' Jood was now just being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So when it was night, I thought maybe I should try picking it up. But when I tried the damn rock bit me'&lt;br /&gt;'What!! are you serious? The rock bit you?' Jood was really shocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YEAH! twice. I tried picking it up twice and it bit me each time. So I thought if I sit here long enough I might understand why it bit me. I want to know. I don't want it for the painting anymore. I just want to know why it bites. And me! it bit me!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-117110550745298655?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/117110550745298655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=117110550745298655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/117110550745298655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/117110550745298655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/02/jackee-is-in-trouble.html' title='Jackee is in Trouble'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-117069970656431486</id><published>2007-02-05T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:21:46.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I can't hold on to me.. wonder what's wrong with me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in the mirror, my eye looks so big and the pupil is getting smaller and smaller until it disappears.. still I can see&lt;br /&gt;The brown wall cracks.. big cracks and water starts rushing out..&lt;br /&gt;I want to the stop the drifting of the water but I can't.. I can't close the cracks and I can't stop the water&lt;br /&gt;I must find a way to disengage from this chaos.. I look behind and I find a ladder, a rope ladder and its hanging to a big ship, a very old ship..&lt;br /&gt;I run to the rope and I start climbing it.. It swings me both ways and Im holding a grip on that rope.. With hands bleeding I start to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold tears coming down my face like the autumn breeze on a windy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-117069970656431486?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/117069970656431486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=117069970656431486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/117069970656431486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/117069970656431486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/02/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-116922297562274192</id><published>2007-01-19T16:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:14:48.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey..3</title><content type='html'>A slap waked Jeedo up.&lt;br /&gt;'Aaaaaaaaw!' he screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the ground, he looked up at the old creature who slapped him and was laughing loud in a truely strange way.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Hehe eekh haha ookh..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really short and his face was full of big wrinkles, he had a big nose, and white messy hair; Jeedo felt a bit scared but tried to hide his fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who the hell are you? And who gave you the right to slap me? I am going to kick your ass!' Jeedo shouted while getting up on his feet, but that damn creature kept laughing '&lt;em&gt;hehe eekh haha ookh..'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are you laughing at?' Jeedo was getting really furious&lt;br /&gt;'Calm down! Are you always this angry?' The creature finally spoke&lt;br /&gt;'Only when a creature I have never met slaps me and laughs in my face!'&lt;br /&gt;'You must be a person who just left home for the first time in his life', the creature had a low pitch in his voice, 'I am Oggy from O World' he reached his hand out to shake Jeedo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am sorry, I had to slap you to wake you up. I was watching you from the moment you sat on that rock' Oggy said&lt;br /&gt;'How did you know I just left home?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh it shows! You assume too much. I am sorry I was laughing but I just couldn't help myself, quite an act you perfomred there! What is your name, son?'&lt;br /&gt;'Jeedo'&lt;br /&gt;'From J World! Should have figured. Come with me I want to show you something'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggy led Jeedo through the woods, until they reached what seemd to be stairs formed by tree leaves and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;branches. Oggy went down the stairs and Jeedo followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally reached the end of it, they were faced by a huge garden, a magnificant garden with all kinds of flowers and beatiful trees. A foutain and little kids running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You see this big leaf up there Jeedo?' Oggy asked&lt;br /&gt;Jeedo looked up at the roof of the garden to see a green big leaf, 'Yeah!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If that rock had swallowed you, you would have fallen on this leaf that will put you down slowly on the ground of this beautiful garden' Oggy had a big smile on his face 'Just because you have never seen a rock move before does not mean that it is a bad thing. You should have not been that scared, but you assumed it was going to hurt you when it opened and closed fast'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeedo felt small and had nothing to say but 'Well I did not know'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not knowing does not justify judging, son. You consider this your first lesson outside your world, you still have a lot to learn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-116922297562274192?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/116922297562274192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=116922297562274192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116922297562274192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116922297562274192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2007/01/journey3.html' title='The Journey..3'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-116198455566495345</id><published>2006-10-27T22:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:29:15.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey..2</title><content type='html'>Jeedo's mind was having an average of a hundred thought in a second; worrying, hoping, doubting, imagining... This all had got him to walk relentlessly from the second he stepped out of J World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally stopped it was almost noon and he suddenly felt exhausted. He had walked for many hours non-stop, because he was unaware of the time, busy thinking too much. He sat down on a rock for a while, trying to figure how far has he gone.&lt;br /&gt;He could not tell exactly, but his J World did not appear in the horizon, he must have gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh well! I was too anxious to get outside' he thought to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Am I moving?' It felt like he was. He looked down at his feet and Yes, he was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the rock,it was rotating slowly. Jeedo stood up in panic, and in the following second the rock opened like a big monster's mouth and closed so fast, as if it was trying to have a bit bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my God ..OH MY GOD!!' Jeedo shouted 'I could have been swallowed by a ROCK!'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my God! What am I going to do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his exhaustion, Jeedo started running away from the rock deep into the woods. He was going so fast that he ran into a tree and fell back. Jeedo passed out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-116198455566495345?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/116198455566495345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=116198455566495345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116198455566495345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116198455566495345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/10/journey2.html' title='The Journey..2'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-116189478986341043</id><published>2006-10-26T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:54:33.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamali's Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wanted to write part two of 'The Journey' but after I had a little chat with a dear friend of mine, I decided to write this one. I wanted to do so before but did not;and my friend thought I really should have; so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jmalli is a little J person in J World, but you see Jmalli is a bit different from all other J people. He is the more 'not so social' type of J people. He is a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has all these theories about how the flower smells, why the sky is blue, why fish swim, why the water is liquid, and many others. But the most important theory was one that Jmalli has been develpoing for a long time now and he did not talk about it to anyone. He always thought;&lt;br /&gt;'I will not speak about it until it is complete'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day Jmalli decided it was time. He had to share his magnificant theory; it will benifit all worlds. He called for a conference to be held in J World and invited all scientists from A, B, C , D, ....... till Z World to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the conference, Jmalli stood infront of all attendees explaining his theory;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have gathered you all here today for the most noble purpose of all, Science. I am afraid I have a theory that will change the way we think. I know it may sound strange and hard to believe at first, but we all as scientists need to reconsider all the theories that have been put before us, for some of them may be wrong'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued,&lt;br /&gt;'To reach the result that I am about to show you, I have questioned the Earth's circulation in the universe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT!?!?' Some voices said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please let me continue!' Jmalli interrupted the mumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'After years of research I have come to the conclusion that Earth is not a full sphere.&lt;br /&gt;It is a sphere that is hollow from the inside, and there is one particle that sits in that hollow. Earth revolves around that single particle'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know what that particle is?' someone said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes I do' replied Jmalli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And what is it?' Another asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It is ME' !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-116189478986341043?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/116189478986341043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=116189478986341043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116189478986341043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116189478986341043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/10/jamalis-theory.html' title='Jamali&apos;s Theory'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-116169526539813408</id><published>2006-10-24T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:07:45.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey..1</title><content type='html'>Jeedo was born in J World and has lived there all his life. He has always wondered what life is like outside. But everytime he asked any J person about life outside J World, they all made him feel he was lucky to be inside and that he should not think about it and should concentrate on building a stable life. And that made him even more curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are J people so afraid of going outside J World?" he thought to himself. "I know I am lucky to be here, I love J World, but I need to see what lies outside. I am not afraid of dangers, if there are any, I want to live the experiences, and one day I will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oneday he really did. He woke up after mid-night that night due to a nightmare. And decided tha he needs to find out what life is like 'outside'. So he packed some of his things in a bag with a bottle of water and an apple, and left his house just around dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left a note at the door saying ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am leaving with curiosity and ambition and shall hopefully return with maturity and wisdom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeedo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he marched outside the walls of J World, he had mixed feelings. He felt proud with himself for finally making a move, still afraid of the unknown yet to come. His optimistic attitude made him feel happy, but could not ignore the frightening possibility of something bad to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend has started a journey 'outside' and he needs all the good powers that he can find to be able to get the best out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-116169526539813408?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/116169526539813408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=116169526539813408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116169526539813408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116169526539813408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/10/journey1.html' title='The Journey..1'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-116146805449963059</id><published>2006-10-21T23:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:00:54.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Tonight Jeedo is celebrating a special event in his life; he invited all little J people to a feast. At first he thought it would be nice to gather them all in his house, but he wanted something more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was a surprise to all attendees; he has placed the table in the middle of the ocean. The chairs were part of the table, it was like a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Js started gathering all with big smiles on their faces, it was a lovely night and the moon was invited as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone was eating and chatting, fish were swimming around the table; fish of all colors. The sound of the ocean's water was refreshing. It was a magical night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was also great, mainly the soup that Mrs. Jeena has created especially for this event. Jeedo was so dear. The good taste of the soup made everyone start singing. The more Js who sang, the lighter the table became; until it started floating above the water level, as if it was flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when everyone was done with their main courses, the table turned into a big bowl of chocolate mousse. With the big smiles still on their faces, all Js and the moon dug into the chocolate mousse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, so full and happy, everyone fell asleep in their chairs in the middle of the ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-116146805449963059?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/116146805449963059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=116146805449963059&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116146805449963059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116146805449963059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/10/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-116097955447973007</id><published>2006-10-16T08:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:19:14.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Ache</title><content type='html'>I was looking at it.. Red with white marks!&lt;br /&gt;It looked so stupid, I can't believe that is how it turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;THen I turned to another view.. This one was black&lt;br /&gt;Although I have seen it before but still it hurt&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, it doesn't even make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;And then I felt it in my stomach, as if it was being torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it and it was stretched like a canvas with two screws at the sides.&lt;br /&gt;I tried loosening them one by one, but each time I loosen one the other tightens more!&lt;br /&gt;I could not do anything and it kept hurting me.. stretching and stretching until I could not bear it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a knife and cut it right through the middle...&lt;br /&gt;The two sides fled open leaving my tummy empty. It was a big hole with no shape and nothing to connect it to the rest of my body&lt;br /&gt;At that moment a huge cloud came along and darkened the whole place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-116097955447973007?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/116097955447973007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=116097955447973007&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116097955447973007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/116097955447973007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/10/stomach-ache.html' title='Stomach Ache'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-115970018688880073</id><published>2006-10-01T12:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:56:26.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The right girl</title><content type='html'>I was chatting with a dear male friend of mine and we got into the guy-girl talk..&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if I can quote what he said and he agreed, so here you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A description of the girl he is looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a girl who can think and know that im a good guy&lt;br /&gt;ya3ni min el a5er ma bet3'ar&lt;br /&gt;coz that kills me.&lt;br /&gt;and who will hug me when i need a hug&lt;br /&gt;and treat me as a child when im angry coz i really need that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two lines are what caught my attention. This guy really knows what he needs.&lt;br /&gt;Needs not wants!! or dreams about&lt;br /&gt;It was not long lean legs, not long blond hair, not big blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;It was not fashionably dressed, not financially independant, not career-wise successful&lt;br /&gt;It was not her father's name, not her last name, not her mother's society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her whom he was describing and in a way so simple yet very true&lt;br /&gt;'who will hug me when I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;and treat me as a child when Im angry coz I really need that'&lt;br /&gt;This guy is describing her reactions in what he pictures the most hasty times they will go through. When he is sad, and needs a hug, and when he is mad, and needs to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;These two lines are the best I ever heard about the subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like to be judgemental, but I must say most guys I have met (and not all) do not know what really matters in choosing the right girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-115970018688880073?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/115970018688880073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=115970018688880073&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115970018688880073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115970018688880073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-girl.html' title='The right girl'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-115881814120177217</id><published>2006-09-21T08:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:55:41.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?..Part II</title><content type='html'>Please refer to Why?..Part I  in the following URL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html"&gt;http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Jimlo, the carpenter, the other day and I asked about Jeesh and his planet. Jimlo told me that Jeesh did not listen to any J person and he moved to the boarder line of J World so no one would oppose planting the M World plant, he thought that after he proves that the plant can grow in J World he would show them all they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that did not work; the plant was getting weaker everyday and Jeesh went crazy. Instead of thinking logically to help the plant and get it what it really needed, he went off to W World to get some fertilizers. He could not go back to M World because he was not thinking straight, he just wanted the plant to grow in his land so badly, that he eventually messed up everything. He thought that fertilizers from W World would not be so different from M World’s; you can always flip the letter W and it would be an M!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those fertilizers did not help the plant grow at all, it only made it weaker. And one day the plant talked to Jeesh and asked him to return her to M World, Jeesh cried because he did not want to loose it and did not want to loose. After few days of not listening to the plant, Jeesh admitted defeat and sent the plant back to M World, because he did not want to watch it die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-115881814120177217?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/115881814120177217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=115881814120177217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115881814120177217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115881814120177217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/09/whypart-ii.html' title='Why?..Part II'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-115815150586474591</id><published>2006-09-13T15:40:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:45:05.866+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeedo and the Bird House</title><content type='html'>Oh J World..&lt;br /&gt;I miss J World..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back there because I heard that one of my J friends was failing continuously in building a small bird house on one of the trees in his back yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeedo has one of those little houses in J World with a lovely back yard. Many J birds have settled in his back yard because he takes good care of it and always makes sure it is clean, smells good, and colorful. So he thought why not build a little bird house for them on one of the big oak trees he has in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gathered all the wood and nails needed to build this bird house and began the work. After settling the base of the house on one of the big branches, one of the birds passed by and shit on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeedo now knew he had to get another wooden base for the house, and that is what he did. Again while building the house, two birds came along and shit again on the wood. Jeedo got a bit angry and started all over. For the third time, the birds came and shit on the uncompleted wooden house while Jeedo was trying to build it! This went on and on and on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeedo got disappointed, he was trying to make this house for them and they kept shitting on it. He didn’t understand, didn’t they want the house?! He was building it so he and the birds can enjoy it together, he wanted to put water and food in it for them every day. He was trying to make a positive move, and they surely didn’t help with all their negative attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, Jeedo is still trying to build it but I think one day he will quit. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-115815150586474591?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/115815150586474591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=115815150586474591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115815150586474591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115815150586474591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/09/jeedo-and-bird-house_13.html' title='Jeedo and the Bird House'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-115789725640116505</id><published>2006-09-10T16:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:07:36.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my ego</title><content type='html'>As a very young girl I used to hear the phrase 'Its your day' in my birthday alot, and I interpreted it literally. I used to think that in your birthday you get to do or say anything you want and break any rule you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember some of the things I did under this assumption.  I left home one early morning with an apple and a bottle of water wrapped in a small blanket and tied to a long wooden stick just like in cartoons. I wanted to discover a part of the valley in the neighborhood. I didn't even tell my mom where I was going because it was 'my' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another birthday, I slept under the mirrors of the solar system we have on the roof. I just wondered how it would feel to lay there. I took my blanket up to the roof and put it there  and lied down for a couple of hours. A third one I remember is when I shouted at a girl I hated at school infront of everyone. I told her how much I didn't like her and thought she was not Nice. I thought it was my right to do so, after all it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up to teen-age I stopped that ofcourse. But this time I got back the feeling and I decided I will try to relive that feeling again. To think that I can break any rule in my birthday to feel the freedom of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this time was different. I could not do it. This time rules were not put for me to follow as when I was a little girl. This time I was the one stopping me from doing what I want. As an adult you discover that you put the rules. What time and people have imposed on me throughout the years is reflected in all the rules I put for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time to my ache, it was not my parents stopping me. It is me. It is my ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-115789725640116505?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/115789725640116505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=115789725640116505&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115789725640116505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/115789725640116505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-to-my-ego.html' title='Happy Birthday to my ego'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114820500481166068</id><published>2006-05-21T12:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:50:04.823+03:00</updated><title type='text'>R World</title><content type='html'>Where the prince did not marry Cinderella because she was from the public and not a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wolf ate Laila just like he ate her grandmother because he was hungry and an animal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the prince was killed by the dragon and could not save sleeping beauty. The dragon was much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the beauty ran from the teh beast's castle and could not bare staying around him. He was a beast! and he killed her dad afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Snowwhite died after she had the bite from the poisoned half of the apple because the poison was deadly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Thumbelina stayed the wife of the ugly frog because there was no one to help her escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114820500481166068?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114820500481166068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114820500481166068&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114820500481166068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114820500481166068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/05/r-world.html' title='R World'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114754330606964157</id><published>2006-05-13T20:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:01:46.083+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Jazz</title><content type='html'>Tonight was a lovely night. I was watching the scattered houses on the mountain with the dark blue sky as the background, it brought a big smile on my face. Yellow lights from the houses made it harder for me to see the white glowing spots in the sky. So I erased them from the view, and the white little spots grew more in quantity and in illumination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars then started falling, one by one. When each reached the ground, gave a big splash and scattered into many smaller pieces. Soon the whole ground turned into a big lake, and the stars stopped splashing. Instead the started landing smoothly on water, forming star shape blocks for me to step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped from to another waiting for each to come in place, no certain destination. I was just jumping from one to another. Until the stars themselves started floating in a level higher than the water level. They formed stairs for me to climb up to the sky. I went up and up and up.. a long road it was. But when i got to the end of it, I was happpy to become one of the stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114754330606964157?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114754330606964157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114754330606964157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114754330606964157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114754330606964157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/05/power-of-jazz.html' title='The Power of Jazz'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114703461334102685</id><published>2006-05-07T22:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:43:33.366+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaizy and 'Reason'</title><content type='html'>Jaizy is a new friend from J World, whom yesterday had a little problem and would like to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaizy was sitting on the ground in his house when he noticed that the bouquet of peach roses he had put in the big brown vase few days ago, was all withered. All the roses were bent down forming 'U' shapes. Yet Jaizy found the roses looking more lovely than when they were fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stopped at that thought. He truely found the roses more beautiful looking faded and worn out. He was surprised that he thought so but he DID! So he started thinking that there must be a reason for that feeling, for preferring roses that lost vitality. It was saddening for him to admit that he now feels more attracted to a less pleasant observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided he has to find the reason behind that. So he went out looking for 'Reason'.&lt;br /&gt;As a start he wanted to look in the brains of little people in J World, so he started chasing people and jumping over their heads, looking inside. If you look from an upper view on people in J World, you could actually see what is inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All what Jaizy could find were very little reaonable ideas, none of them were enough to solve his problem. He needed bigger 'Reason'. So he thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I can join little reasonable thoughts from different people so I can form the reason I need"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what he tried to do. But now he has another problem, it was not in the size anymore but in the harmony. None of the little reasonable ideas would merge with another, Jaizy could not fit any two together. He felt depressed and exhausted, he has been running around all day with no conclucion whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Jaizy discovered that he has got his conclusion. It was not 'Reason' that he should be looking for, he should look for 'His Reason'. And he can not find that in any other place other than his own little brain even if he can never be able to take an upper view of it, and even if it was a single tiny reasonable idea. He can work on it and make it bigger. All he needed was patience and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114703461334102685?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114703461334102685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114703461334102685&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114703461334102685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114703461334102685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/05/jaizy-and-reason.html' title='Jaizy and &apos;Reason&apos;'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114662830305214961</id><published>2006-05-03T06:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:51:43.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>When I freeze</title><content type='html'>I sit on the couch in the dark and I can see four white squares, arranged in the shape of a bigger square; yet seperated. I wish those four could merge into one so I can fly through it out of here. But I still sit and imagine I flew through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lo que no mata, engorda"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A spanish proveb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the spanish language, and I keep translating song lyrics to learn more about it! This time I tried prverbs. I came across this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo: It&lt;br /&gt;que: that&lt;br /&gt;matar: kill or slay&lt;br /&gt;engorda: fatten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: It that doesn't kill you, fattens youIt is somewhats equivelant to the english proverb : "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I am a big fan of this proverb, I return to it when I am in need of explanation to harsh reality. When life gives me a nice slap in the face, I freeze in astonishment. Usually that is the case with me, I need time to understand what has happened. But I cure my wound with this idea. It is easy to say it, very hard to act upon it, but we must use the slap in our favour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114662830305214961?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114662830305214961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114662830305214961&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114662830305214961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114662830305214961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-i-freeze.html' title='When I freeze'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114582810866663598</id><published>2006-04-23T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:35:08.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvador Dali</title><content type='html'>Salvador Dali is a spanish painter, writer, and member of the surrealist movement.He was born in Figueras, Catalonia in 1904.&lt;br /&gt;If you need to know more about him you can try &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salvador_Dali"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first were introduced to his work,two years ago, I was shocked. His paintings are so bold and harsh, some people describe his art as very negative and dark. But it didn't take me long to realize how much I enjoy analyzing his paintings. I respect the creativity he shoed in conveying the ugliness of humanity in colors. I go over the same painting many times; each time trying to see what Dali was feeling, thinking , or even suffering when he drew it. The way he pictured realistic details amazes me. The paintings will seem odd to most of you, but I would really like to share some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/daliboiledbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/daliboiledbean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/1933_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/1933_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/1936_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/1936_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/1931_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/1931_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114582810866663598?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114582810866663598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114582810866663598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114582810866663598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114582810866663598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/salvador-dali.html' title='Salvador Dali'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114573457393563537</id><published>2006-04-22T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:36:13.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing a dream</title><content type='html'>Our friend Jakee was sitting resting under the shadow of a tree on a beautiful sunny morning in J World. He was enjoying the view with a big smile on his little rounded face as he spotted a butterfly flying from flower to another, resting for not more than seconds on each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly flew closer to Jakee until it came so close to his nose as if kissing it, blowing small gusts of air for him to breathe. He started moving his face slowly and gently into the right and back to the left, and the butterfly moved with him chasing his mouth. Jakee raised his finger for the butterfly to sit on, but it flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up and followed it. The butterfly rested delicately again on another flower. Jakee reached both of his hands around the butterfly to catch it -CLAAP.. he wrapped it. Knowing he catched the fly he giggled with happiness. But as he opened his palms to see it, he was shocked to find there was nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakee felt so confused, he was so sure he got it. He took a look around but could not see the butterfly anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;"This can't be! I just saw it with my own eyes, I got it in my hands. Even if I did not, it should be here close somewhere!" Jakee thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Jakee believe what he think he saw and keep looking for the butterfly? Or should he just forget about it and go back sit under the shadow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114573457393563537?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114573457393563537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114573457393563537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114573457393563537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114573457393563537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/chasing-dream.html' title='Chasing a dream'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114556578968930985</id><published>2006-04-20T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:43:09.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Good Day!</title><content type='html'>I stand with a long road ahead of me, it extends with the horizon and I can not see the end. I am afraid to walk it, its so dark and I fear the unknown. I look around and see people, alot of people all standing still. I move a leg a step forward and stop. All the people follow and do the same. I move another and they move the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the road ahead and I hear voices, and noises that I can not understand. And the people become fewer, much fewer. "Where did they go?" I ask myself or is it "Why did they go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try taking more steps forward, but this time no one follows. I  step on a crystal cone, it goes through my bare foot and I bleed. It hurts alot but I do not have the time to feel it hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need answers but I am not getting any, the only response is the smell of the dark road. And the fewer people are only images, they can not help me.&lt;br /&gt;I look at one of them with tears in my eyes and I ask "Then why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have a good day!" it replies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114556578968930985?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114556578968930985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114556578968930985&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114556578968930985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114556578968930985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-good-day.html' title='Have a Good Day!'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114462273311088686</id><published>2006-04-09T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:45:33.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>First of all I would like to declare that I am officially out of J World. It was amazing, I loved the stay there, wish you all can do that sometime. It is truely refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I have a bunch of stories for you all that I have seen in J World but I would like to start with the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of my stay in J World, I went down-town to buy some more wood for the house (remember I was building one there) and while arguing about the type of wood blocks I needed with Jimlo, the carpenter, we heard a noise. It was people fighting over something. As I turned to look what was going on, Jimlo came closer to me and said in a low voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you see the person in the brown T-shirt, his name is Jeesh. He is a very nice person, but from his last visit to M World he brought a plant, its right there between his arms can you see it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my head a bit so I can see clearer, little people were gathering around the scene. I saw a little plant wrapped with Jeesh's arms. I moved closer and Jimlo followed me. Then I stopped when I had a perfect view of it. It was beautiful, looked so fresh in large light green petals with a big colorful flower in the middle. Then I nodded back to Jimlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see! Jeesh wants to plant it here in J World, but little people won't let him, they say there is a rule that forbids him from planting anything in J World that was not planted already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean they are forbidding him from planting it just because it is from another world, M World was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, exactly! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "But that is not fair, he should be free to plant whatever he wants, and the plant is really beautiful, can't they see how lovely it is? And he is planting it in his yard right? "&lt;br /&gt;"Right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Why? why forbid him? who are they to decide? Who said there are rules in J World! It is supposed to be a happy place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimlo didn't answer any of my questions, he just walked away back to his shop. I was really mad, Little people shouldn't do this. Neither People!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114462273311088686?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114462273311088686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114462273311088686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114462273311088686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114462273311088686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114432322540852978</id><published>2006-04-06T13:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:33:45.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A river or a street!?</title><content type='html'>These are photos I took in a street here in Amman yesterday, a rainy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/05-04-06_1020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/05-04-06_1020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/05-04-06_1021.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/05-04-06_1021.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/05-04-06_1019.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/05-04-06_1019.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/05-04-06_1017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/05-04-06_1017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/05-04-06_1018.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114432322540852978?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114432322540852978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114432322540852978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114432322540852978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114432322540852978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/river-or-street.html' title='A river or a street!?'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114428136238549151</id><published>2006-04-05T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:56:11.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schizophrenia</title><content type='html'>An extremely interesting subject! I was talking to a doctor friend of mine the other day about my blog, and "somehow" we ended up discussing Schizophrenic patients!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we can define Schizophrenia as the state when a patient looses realtion with reality (as I previously mentioned in &lt;a href="http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/building-house-in-j-world.html"&gt;a comment&lt;/a&gt;) for a continuous interval of 6 months with the factor of isolating them from their everyday life (their work,pressures, etc..) . This can also be called 'Delusion'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such patients may suffer from 'Hallucinations', which can come in two forms visual and auditory. As an example for visual hallucination, the patient would see two people and assume they are talking about him, but truely there are no people. Auditory would be in hearing the computer talking to him telling him to do stuff, missions to save humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cases my friend shared with me was a man who tried to committ suicide because he had an illusion of a huge number of insects climbing his body! Another was a young woman who believed her parents were two big snakes wrapped around her waist, pulling so hard in two different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may also be unable to abstract any information from given data. For an example a doctor asks a schizophrenic patient : "Do you know what brought you to this hospital?" and the patient replies : "A car" This shows that this particular patient (7asseh 7ali a doctor in a movie! khkh..) could not understand the meaning behind the question, being the reason that brought you to the hospital, not the way you got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can also invent terms that have meaning only they can explain, like بطفجوع meaning بطالة وفقر وجوع This one another patient my friend met, he wanted to defeat this beast whom he called بطفجوع&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a doctor, I can't cover the whole issue. I just thought it is nice to know about this and hope you enjoyed the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114428136238549151?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114428136238549151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114428136238549151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114428136238549151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114428136238549151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/schizophrenia.html' title='Schizophrenia'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114414798880180052</id><published>2006-04-04T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:53:08.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from J World</title><content type='html'>Dear visitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time, no dates here at/in (Its neither a place nor a time interval) J World . It is great, I don't know how many days have passed by Im just enjoying the stay. No restrictions whatsoever on anything. I don't have to rush it neither not rush it. I don't need to do it neither not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am not scheduled for any agenda, and not restricted by any rules of any knid, I have been acting intensely spontaneous. Knowing that I can make all the results disappear if I want them to, had made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh my! Have I been enjoying it! Building this house has affected my breathing. Now I can choose the clearer particles of air, and choose not to breathe the poluted ones, its amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using wooden blocks in building my house there, and believe it or not I can mix two different blocks to create a new one with the color and shape I want. I chose a dark shade of brown with a very little glaze in it. So this little glaze would sparkle only at night. I am almost done it looks great; its a cottage rounded from the corners with a huge garden around it. It is still empty from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you updated about how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Miss J&lt;br /&gt;J World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114414798880180052?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114414798880180052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114414798880180052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114414798880180052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114414798880180052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-from-j-world.html' title='Hello from J World'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114398555737262168</id><published>2006-04-02T14:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:45:57.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a house in J World</title><content type='html'>I am building a house in J World. Ofcourse it's not that fancy, it shouldn't be. J World is a simple world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to build a home for me there because I thought I could use some peace, and more simplicity. The days are passing by and with each day the chance of me having the time to spend there becomes smaller. I need to stay there for a while, like a vacation but from everything, not just work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days Im spending building the house are the days I think I can stay there. After finishing it I don't think I will be able to stay any longer. But its ok, that is the way you enjoy time in J world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the goals and aims of our actions in J World are different. It is the proccess itself that counts, not the result of it. For an example, when you make a cake in J World you so much enjoy MAKING it that you can make it disappear after you're done. Tha aim in making the cake here is not the cake itself, but rather the enjoyment of mixing the ingredients. It makes you feel so good that you can make the cake, that you have the power and the knowledge to do so. It boosts your self esteem, its healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to live that once in a while. I need to forget all reasons and put sense aside so I can regain some of the good karma Ive been loosing. So, I'll be seeing you in a week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114398555737262168?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114398555737262168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114398555737262168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114398555737262168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114398555737262168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/04/building-house-in-j-world.html' title='Building a house in J World'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114363498244630006</id><published>2006-03-29T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:28:01.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>مش نكتة</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;هذه قصة روتها لي سيدة من معارفنا، وهي بطلتها! كأنها نكتة والله..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"كنت قاعدة في البيت صباحاً فدق جرس الباب قمت لأشوف مين من الشباك لأني لحالي في الدار. طلعلي واحد أخرس معه ورقة رسمية من اللي بيلفوا عالبيوت للتبرعات و صار يأشر بايديه و يقول : با بااا باااا..... با؟&lt;br /&gt;(فأنا رديت عليه : با با بااااااااا اااااااا ..... وكأني خرسا مثله فراح (يعني ذهب&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; دقيقتين ولا زوجي داخل و قال لي: سمعت واحد عالدرج بيقول لصاحبه : يا زلمة هاي طلعت خرسا مثلنا !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;!رأيي الشخصي : ولّ عليهم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114363498244630006?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114363498244630006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114363498244630006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114363498244630006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114363498244630006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_29.html' title='مش نكتة'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114353375445648012</id><published>2006-03-28T09:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T10:15:54.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you help Jakee?</title><content type='html'>You can't just buy chocolate in J World, they grow on trees. Different bars in different qualities, all the kinds you can find in shops in real world. But to be able to pick it from its tree, the bar has to agree. Not anyone can eat any chocolate bar in J World. Chocolate bars have the right to resist if they don't want that little person from J World to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakee, like all other little people in J World, never knew which bars of chocolate he could pick. He just tried. And whenever he tried he was able to pick it and eat it. Some really tasted bitter and some were so bad he didn't even bother taking a second bite. Many bars he tried and he could pick them all, now he started finding good tasting chocolate bars. but for some reason he wanted to look for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching other little J people having so much trouble in picking bars, unlike him, he felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;"I am lucky! " he thought "Chocolate bars like me, I have a gift"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he started finding good tasting bars, but that wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;"I can find better ones" as he said that, he threw the good tasting bar away without bothering to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept wandering from tree to tree to another...&lt;br /&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;"I want a better one...."&lt;br /&gt;"Nope nope....."&lt;br /&gt;And the ones he is refusing now are really good, but he is so sure he can find better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder can he ?&lt;br /&gt;He became so arrogant!&lt;br /&gt;Can you help Jakee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114353375445648012?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114353375445648012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114353375445648012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114353375445648012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114353375445648012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-you-help-jakee.html' title='Can you help Jakee?'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114340074375846352</id><published>2006-03-26T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:23:52.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A respectful young man</title><content type='html'>Driving in the parking lot of the mall tonight, I was looking for a place to park close to the main door, because we have been hearing alot of stories about bag snatching incidents and assults on ladies lately in Amman. I spotted two girls heading to their car, one was taking out the keys from her bag. So I lit the flashers and slowed down waiting for them to drive out so I can park in that spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, just as the girls were leaving, a fancy four-wheel vehicle with a "dubai" license plate stopped aside of our car. A guy inside, in the right front passenger seat, was talking to me pointing with his hand to the spot as in "we want to park there" or "are you parking there?" I didn't really understand but I just nodded with my head and pointed to the same spot answering "YES I am parking THERE" -Pointing to THAT SAME Spot. Now he started waving with his hand "open the window". I was really puzzled -what does he want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe I should listen to him, but what could he possibly have to say! At that moment the girls' car was leaving so I just ignored them. I am just not the kind who listens to people in streets. Before I even had the chance to move the car, the guy driving was already moving his car to park in. walla o sa7betkum injannat! I stepped on the gas and literally 'da7ashet' my car and parked before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver stopped the car 6ab3an. My mom went out of the car and the guy in the passenger seat directed to her saying "That was my sister who was parked there!! " can you believe such a stupid lie! eeh walla law inno 6af khames!! Anyway, my mom replied "7atta wala - So.. is it supposed to belong to the family?.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I stepped out, not a word went out of my mouth yet, and seriously I had no intention whatsoever to say anything. I just wanted to walk to the main door and go into the mall. I couldn't hear what was my mom and that guy kept talking about because the driver, who had stepped out as well, stood behind my back and said "bte3rafi innek ma btesta7i.. inti wa7deh 7akeera!! " I was really shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few seconds I just stood there looking at him, dressed up like a decent young man. o walla o he kept going "ma btesta7i inti... habla ya zalameh hai habla... " and ishya2 kaman I couldn't hear I had to defend myself, I wanted to really use obscene language with him but I couldn't I just said "inta biddak terbayeh.. rabna bas ra7 ye6la3 min kharjak inta o sayartak.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be proud that I couldn't be as rude as him. Cause I am NOT. I wish I was rude I really wish masa7et bi karamto il 2ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get so pissed if a guy stared at me while parking! I can't believe this happened to me in Amman. Not over reacting, but its the first time I experience such lack of delicacy!&lt;br /&gt;Please I need your opinions guys about this. Is this normal? I need to know what you think about what happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114340074375846352?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114340074375846352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114340074375846352&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114340074375846352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114340074375846352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/respectful-young-man_26.html' title='A respectful young man'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114323225520982454</id><published>2006-03-24T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:30:55.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-This is for you Dood, Don't scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an idea I have had for years, it is a bit complicated so if you don't feel like giving your brain a little push today don't continue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we studied in school, an atom consists of a core (Nucleus) that includes neotrons and protons. Electrons cirulate around the Nucleus in orbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/atom_structure1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also studied about the solar system. The sun is the center and planets move constantly around it in orbits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/solar_system.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The similarity in both systems makes me wonder. What if our solar system is just an atom in an object in another world. What if each atom in all the materials around us, including our bodies, is a part of system in a galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I over simplified both systems. If we study more about them we will find alot of differences in the details, like in the orbits' structures for example. Not to mention that the basic theories about the electrons orbits were proven wrong and replaced by the levels (s,p,d &amp;f). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/hex243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I think they are similar. I can't help but wonder what if the universe is continuously repeated. A system inside a system inside another..... etc.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our Milky Way galaxy is a piece of metal in someone's room in another world, much bigger world. An infinte repetition... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114323225520982454?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114323225520982454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114323225520982454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114323225520982454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114323225520982454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/theory.html' title='A Theory'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114293055779549666</id><published>2006-03-21T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:42:37.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>A new day in J World.. Not different than any other day.&lt;br /&gt;Our little friend Jiklo wakes up, still a bit sleepy. And he smells something, it's a bad smell.. eeew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that smell, its disgusting?" yet little Jiklo knew he had smell it somewhere, can't remember when and where but its familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checked everywhere in the cottage but couldn't find the source of the smell, he opened all the windows (which are only two in his small brown cottage) to get rid of the smell. The strange thing about it is it doesn't alternate, its intensity is stable all around the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Now Jiklo is frustrated but he has to go fishing (for that is his everyday job), so he just leaves the cottage and walks into the woods towards the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Smell! Again!! It is stuck right there under my nose, Go away you Stupid Smell!! I hate you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, Jiklo starts hitting trees on the way to the lake hurting himself and his tiny arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go away .. you stupid stupid smeeeeeell.."&lt;br /&gt;The smell is still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he rests in the shadow under a tree, very exhausted, and the day has barely started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how a bad morning is in J World, Unexplainable! Just like in real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114293055779549666?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114293055779549666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114293055779549666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114293055779549666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114293055779549666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114284198173495706</id><published>2006-03-20T09:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:08:03.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PROUD</title><content type='html'>...of my sister Eman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the article entitled "العلوم الاكتوارية... ما هي " on the upper left corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alrai.com/frame.php?type=PDF&amp;id=70631"&gt;http://www.alrai.com/frame.php?type=PDF&amp;amp;id=70631&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much but hoping it will be the start of something great Mano :) Love you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114284198173495706?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114284198173495706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114284198173495706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114284198173495706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114284198173495706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/proud.html' title='PROUD'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114266859749091637</id><published>2006-03-18T09:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:56:37.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>شكل من أشكال الديمقراطية</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;!معلومة : أنا أكره عصير الجزر&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; :و إحنا قاعدين امبارح بنحضر تلفزيون كان لأمي المداخلة التالية&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;           "ايش رأيكم من بكرة اجيب جزر و أعمل عصير جزر كل ليلة إجباري"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"!!! الجملة بدت مربكة جداً...   "رأيكم"....." إجباري&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;بصراحة لم أجد أي جواب مناسب لأن السؤال لم يكن يبحث عن جواب. أضحكت نظراتي الصّامتة كل من كان جالساً نظراً لشيوع المعلومة المذكورة أعلاه  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;           أنا : "شو يعني عم تسألينا؟! بتتخوّتي ماما.. حاسَة حالي في&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;أترك لكم حريَة الخيار في إنهاء تلك الجملة&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114266859749091637?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114266859749091637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114266859749091637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114266859749091637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114266859749091637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='شكل من أشكال الديمقراطية'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114262276266271571</id><published>2006-03-17T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T21:12:42.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To the guy who tied the rope</title><content type='html'>While driving near Al Rabieh I was surprised by a sudden slap at the front window, something hit the glass. From the shock I placed my foot on the brakes so hard and stopped the car in the middle of the street. Thank God no one was behind me, that would have caused an ugly accident!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, my sister and I  stepped out of the car to discover that someone ikteer la6eef had tied a transparent rope between two trees at the sides of the road! It was a thick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya3ni ya36eeh ALF 3afieh! I don't know was it supposed to be a joke cause I didn't find it funny! I lost my antenna and thank God THANK GOD there weren't any cars behind me. As we were standing in the middle of the street trying to take the lovely piece of art off another car came from the opposite side and had the same experience, again rabbna satar and no cars were following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the guy who tied that rope: You're a Prick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114262276266271571?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114262276266271571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114262276266271571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114262276266271571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114262276266271571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-guy-who-tied-rope.html' title='To the guy who tied the rope'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114244752366497966</id><published>2006-03-15T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:35:23.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidnappings in the West Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“'We are here, let them come in and do whatever they want to do,” Ahmed Saadat said -Front for the Liberation of Palestine (PFLP) leader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ref: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jordantimes.com/wed/news/news1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jordantimes.com/wed/news/news1.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was early that morning before the Isralie Defense Forces raided into Jericho prison to arrest him and his inmates from the PFLP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The reason that we acted today the way we did was precisely not to allow these prisoners to be released and to scatter around the territories forcing us to do a much more comprehensive larger military operation to arrest them all." Mark Regev said -Israeli Foreign Ministry spokesman &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ref:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/03/15/mideast.jericho/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/03/15/mideast.jericho/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I read and saw I do not, in any logic, consider what happened a much less military operation. I am aware that they are capable of doing worse but this is an attempt to compare the two articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Israeli helicopters, tanks and bulldozers surrounded the prison mid-morning after British and American monitors had been pulled out earlier in the day. Missiles from tanks and helicopters were fired at the building as bulldozers stared tearing down walls, while the Israeli commander of the operation warned prisoners they would have to surrender or “face death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ref: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jordantimes.com/wed/news/news1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jordantimes.com/wed/news/news1.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet.. what really bothered me the most are the photos. They remind me of many previous attempts ( AbuGhraib) to display a certain image of the arab people. Maybe even a deeper meaning to it than what I just pointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dozens of prisoners surrendered early in the assault &lt;strong&gt;stripped down to their underwear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ref : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jordantimes.com/wed/news/news1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.jordantimes.com/wed/news/news1.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY..?! If you were looking for weapons, those prisoners were already in a prison so I doubt you would find anything dangerous with them.. They did not rebel against the Palestinian Forces inside the prison at that time! I guess we all know why, and are aware that those photos could have been banned from publicity if there was an intention. No one thought those photos should not be published. No one wanted them Not to be published. Or is it someone wanted this to happen and these to be published!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/top.jericho.tues3.afp.gi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/top.jericho.tues3.afp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ref : CNN Website &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/news1_15_3.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ref : Jordantimes Website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114244752366497966?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114244752366497966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114244752366497966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114244752366497966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114244752366497966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/kidnappings-in-west-bank.html' title='Kidnappings in the West Bank'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114234517093319450</id><published>2006-03-14T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:24:50.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas</title><content type='html'>Lying on the damp, green grass last night watching the full moon, it was really refreshing. Inhaling the breeze, I closed my eyes enjoying each particle of air swimming... I didn’t think they are supposed to be this cold! They are really becoming cold.. My inhaling is interrupted by coughing.. and I open my eyes, the moon is not there, I am coughing excessively now and little silver pieces are coming out of me. Little yet so sharp those pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the empty spaces left by each silver piece, right there between my lungs and I ache.&lt;br /&gt;I told you it will hurt but you wouldn’t listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coughing comes back and I can’t stop it. Where is the moon?&lt;br /&gt;I stood up looking for water but couldn’t spot any near source. That is when I remembered I had a very old bottle of water in my pocket. I reached into my pocket looking for it; seems like it fell deep in. Still, I was so determined to reach that bottle I started to stretch my arm. Finally, I was able to take it out, but it was so old its color was turning into yellow. I needed that water badly so I just opened the bottle and drank from it to ease the pain in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look around and realized I’m in a portrait. So I stepped out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114234517093319450?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114234517093319450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114234517093319450&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114234517093319450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114234517093319450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/alas_114234517093319450.html' title='Alas'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114224081885222809</id><published>2006-03-13T10:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:06:58.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaakh!</title><content type='html'>Guys! I want to share this dream.. I really really wish I could drive such a sports cars someday and in a very wide open area! Just for the records this babe's power (AH 'babe'.. ana 7afartalieh) is 640hp and jumps to 62mph/~100kmph in3.4 secs!! 3anjad Aaakh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 Lamborgini Murcielago LP640&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/2006-Lamborghini-Murcielago-LP640-FA-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/1600/2006-Lamborghini-Murcielago-LP640-RA-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/2006-Lamborghini-Murcielago-LP640-RA-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/591/2470/320/2006-Lamborghini-Murcielago-LP640-Interior-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114224081885222809?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114224081885222809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114224081885222809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114224081885222809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114224081885222809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaakh.html' title='Aaakh!'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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-23858411.post-114215017029665933</id><published>2006-03-12T09:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:24:36.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakee &amp; Jiklo</title><content type='html'>While arguing yesterday with a friend I came into an idea I thought is worth sharing. I think it will be hard to just pop it up so heres a little example to start with ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Jakee in my little J World. You have a colorful apple in your right hand and a "grey" one in your left. The colorful apple have all the vitamins in the world it will make you so happy after eating it you will dance non-stop, but on the other hand the grey one is not that good, it was taken from a very old movie, when TVs were only in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is also a Jiklo. Jiklo is your life partner in J's world. You love Jiklo so much you will do anything for him/her. Now I am assuming little people in J's world are GOOD people (so you have no right to argue about the following assumptions!! its MY world ...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (Jakee) must give away one of the apples to Jiklo.. Which one would you give away?&lt;br /&gt;Jakee will sacrifice the colorful apple to Jiklo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would our little friend Jiklo do!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jiklo will refuse to take the colorful apple .. Jiklo loves Jakee too and wants to sacrifice as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but if I were Jakee I would be really pissed off now "What the @#$$ Jiklo, Im GIVING you the better apple , why can't you just take it !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argue alot about learning how to GIVE.. "you should give more" .. "Im always giving you I dont see any giving FROM YOU!" .. "I just can't stay with him, he needs to learn how to GIVE"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes taking is as hard as giving.. and NOT learning how to take can hurt the people who love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. @#$$ = hell!! Don't assume min 3indku.. Its still MY world..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114215017029665933?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114215017029665933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114215017029665933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114215017029665933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114215017029665933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/jakee-jiklo.html' title='Jakee &amp; Jiklo'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23858411.post-114206934969969641</id><published>2006-03-11T11:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:53:23.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Starting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am starting this blog because some of the blogs Ive been reading lately really helped me out, or at least moved me. Realizing I had a change in mood,wether good or bad, after reading some posts showed that these entries had their effect on me, and most probably on alot of you -blog readers!- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4B4651;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4B4651;"&gt;I want to contribute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23858411-114206934969969641?l=maijaury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/feeds/114206934969969641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23858411&amp;postID=114206934969969641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114206934969969641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23858411/posts/default/114206934969969641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maijaury.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-starting.html' title='Just Starting...'/><author><name>Maijaury</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584842647628293410</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
