What is the quickest false assumption people make about you?
Submitted by JJ.
that I'm an arrogant :/
What is the meaning behind your birth name?
Submitted by turtlegod.
Shatha in Arabic means the flowers' scent or fragrance
What is your personal motto?
LIFE IS GOOD >>>> it teases some of my "pessimistic" friends :P
yesterday I was in a gardining mood...so I checked up my little potted plants
and there were many others....
but actually this is not a regular plants which grow insoil and mud....my plants are special they are taken from the fairy lands....picked up from that old Witch's chocolate house garden...the soil of my plants are cake, biscuit and chocolate and the leafs are mint's....
actually that old witch house is just our kitchen and these are not plants but a kind of dsert :P
it is called "the plant dsert"
and this is how it looked like when I served them...
What did you learn in kindergarten that you wish you did a better job of applying to the way you live your life today?
we used to read that story about a kid who used to delay his works and duties and waste his time playing while others were doing thiers...and at the end he was stuck with alot of unfinished businesses and was not able to attened the party or something like that...since that time I realized the importance of schadualing and priority arrangment but it seems that I never apply it to real life....
"لاتؤجل عمل اليوم الى الغد"
كانت ومازالت عقدتي
:S
What was your random act of kindness today?
Submitted by Cher Cabula.
ummmmmmm I'm not usually sooo kind with my family...true I'm not hurtiing anyone but at the same time not doing good and nice things so often till I'm asked for or when there is no one else around....cuz that my idea about family...you don't have to be soo nice all the time and still we love each other and would die for each other...
these days the flue is spreading among us...first by my little sis and then by my teenage brother...and now it's reaching me:S... my bro's temprecher is reaching like million degree...so I sneaked to his room to chieck'm out and when I placed my hand on his forhead it was burning...so I told my big sis to take care of him and I went to the kitchen to make'm a warm cup of ginger to make him feel better...cuz he has an exam in like few hours and he needs to regain his energy and study...
I know that it's not thaaaaat heroic..but I felt happy when doing it...and you asked about today otherwise I think I've done alot of nice things...I'm a kind girl...well...kind of kind....:S
What lesson did your father teach you that still helps you in life?
hard work and not waiting for anything inreturn
the importance of social relations and more important FAMILY
having principles and sticking to them
and many others.....
:)
Why do you blog?
Submitted by littleduckling.
cuz I hope I'll be able to know more about myself....
and I think I am :)
Found it in my music library and ,unfortunately, it's one of my fave :P but HAHAHA not by Ali Al Said this time XD
Enjoy it in your break time :P
and btw:
Those are from the notes I took in class of some of the translation Rules of poetry:
1- Meaning.
2- Feeling ( to be able to deliver it)
3- Rhyme and rythem.
4- Form (In the form of poetry)
Good luck,
Dear Maryam,
He frowned at my face. So, I turned away then disappeared. Then life frowned at his face. Then he turned away and then disappeared.
A tiny bird was injured in his right wing. Which required to take an immediate solution to save his life. The solution was to cut off (mutate (better) ) his right wing. Han can amputation of the wing be a solution, Maryam?
Imagine with me the condition of the bird. His right wing with the help of the left. They used to commit a devilish flying. So, they penetrated the sky as tickle. So, (then) You can hear a loud giggle of the sky (you can hear the sky, giggling loudly) and late at night, in his worm nest, with a cup of mint-tea, with the help of his right wing. Oh Maryam, he used to write beautiful poems to his beloved bird, who lived a few meters from his warm nest.
And now, after the bird lost his right wing what would he do? And how would he write?. The bird decided to leave. He carried some of his belongings. Simple things reminding him of his warm nest, Maryam, and his beloved bird. He took a few steps, but after two more steps in addition of his exhaustion and grief he felt tired, fell down and died.
The doctor who amputated the right wing of the bird, heard the news. So, he was terribly sad. And the beloved bird who cut off her right wing to share with her bird his grief, heard the news. So, she felt tired, fell down and died.
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If you have any other missing translated text which you need let me know :) and I'll try to help. Good Luck!
