Heya guys!
I moved to a new blog taking all previous posts from his one.. I only kept the very first post here as a sweet memory :)
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http://mahaalaswad.wordpress.com/
Feel free to drop by anytime!
Love,
Maha
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, November 10, 2008
How birdish is it?
The whole idea behind this blog is inspired by Mark. I can't really tell who is Mark , or how much he affected me, not now anyway. But I am sure I will get back to that in the near future for many reasons.
I had a blog before , like couple of years ago , I posted three posts , and that is it . I never opened it again. I got busy maybe , or I lost enthusiasm because I didn't find feedback , the idea that Mark-again !- changed , because if you don't have comments that doesn't mean that people aren't reading.- in spite of I managed to have a visitors counter in my first blog and I really noticed that it was only me who is visiting it ;), but what the hell!! it is a totally different perspective now !
I add to that , it is not a big deal if people don't read my blog. The joy is in writing , exposing one's feelings and self-reflection !
It shows in the Blog's name that it is kind of personal. will I keep it personal? too personal? light personal? it doesn't matter. what matters that it is personal. The previous one was a pathetic try to imitate famous egyptian bloggers. Maybe now I know the reason why I didn't continue! becaue It wasn't reflecting the real me. I hope this one will ! I will go with the flow and see what happens. I just hope I will stay persistent and break the "3-posts-limit" of my last blog.
oh yeah one last thing, Birdish is because I've always perceived myself a bird. An imprisoned one basically. my mind always refers to this picture when the word bird is said: a white tiny bird with wings wide open, locked in a cage that doesn't fit the width of " his "wing. Something close to this. Although birds for me mean freedom , strange how I am perceiving it. I used "his" because bird to me is usually a male bird. even when I am perceiving myself as a bird, it is always a male bird (!!!!). maybe because the word in English has one word for both females and males, while in Arabic we have two. I don't know ! and I don't care !
Reflections, is a great word. I've always thought that the person who reflects how he really feels and thinks and can express that out loud , or even face himself with that ,is having a healthy psychological life. So this blog is basically my try to reflect. sometimes I really think that my life is a continuous try to reflect. which I rarely managed to do the right way.
I had a blog before , like couple of years ago , I posted three posts , and that is it . I never opened it again. I got busy maybe , or I lost enthusiasm because I didn't find feedback , the idea that Mark-again !- changed , because if you don't have comments that doesn't mean that people aren't reading.- in spite of I managed to have a visitors counter in my first blog and I really noticed that it was only me who is visiting it ;), but what the hell!! it is a totally different perspective now !
I add to that , it is not a big deal if people don't read my blog. The joy is in writing , exposing one's feelings and self-reflection !
It shows in the Blog's name that it is kind of personal. will I keep it personal? too personal? light personal? it doesn't matter. what matters that it is personal. The previous one was a pathetic try to imitate famous egyptian bloggers. Maybe now I know the reason why I didn't continue! becaue It wasn't reflecting the real me. I hope this one will ! I will go with the flow and see what happens. I just hope I will stay persistent and break the "3-posts-limit" of my last blog.
oh yeah one last thing, Birdish is because I've always perceived myself a bird. An imprisoned one basically. my mind always refers to this picture when the word bird is said: a white tiny bird with wings wide open, locked in a cage that doesn't fit the width of " his "wing. Something close to this. Although birds for me mean freedom , strange how I am perceiving it. I used "his" because bird to me is usually a male bird. even when I am perceiving myself as a bird, it is always a male bird (!!!!). maybe because the word in English has one word for both females and males, while in Arabic we have two. I don't know ! and I don't care !
Reflections, is a great word. I've always thought that the person who reflects how he really feels and thinks and can express that out loud , or even face himself with that ,is having a healthy psychological life. So this blog is basically my try to reflect. sometimes I really think that my life is a continuous try to reflect. which I rarely managed to do the right way.
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