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hello. or hi. you can also accept it as ahalan if you speak Arabic, which i don't. 

i have a blog. i mean, technically i have two of them, but the other one is on my native language, or however you say it, which might be the reason for me to use this one less then the other. as a person who one day realized that one of the reasons for god to make me live, was my ability to write. i'm not saying that what i write makes sense or that i am going to be a writer, but i am saying that i can finish a sentence without any spelling mistakes. well, maybe not in English, but in other languages i can. and when one day i opened my computer and found there a folder full of stories, some of them were given to other people and returned to me with a friendly ask to get some more of these, that day i was really bored and decided to open a blog. the other blog. i never wanted to share my feelings, thoughts or to get any advices about what i should do. that blog only had one purpose: i wanted people to read what i wrote, and even more than that, to know what they thought. it was pretty hard to ask this kind of think on a blog because i was afraid to be given unsatisfied reactions. so i wrote my first post. i could see the number of views, and i was pretty happy. people saw it. to the next posts, a few even left a comment, a satisfied comment. i was even happier. but then came the crisis. no comments. the number of the views was pretty low too. and i started wondering what changed. i wrote every kind of possible to write kinds of compositions, i wrote my opinion, just stories, tried to be funny, got back to the opening-post-style. one time i even shared something from my childhood. maybe that one was too evil. and then i published one of the most boring things iv'e ever written. the number of views was twice bigger. 

so here is my opinion about blogs: it's stupid. i don't like reading them, they are mostly written by 12 years old girls who complain about their love life and popularity, or 50 years old people who suddenly discovered the benefits of the internet and now share everyone with their sewing experience or their own recipes. i mean, the second kind is great, but i guess ill first have to succeed making food up to at least 15 percents of the recipes the cooking book i have. (those are the only 10% i have ever had the courage to try to make, and it always tasted like a spoiled avocado. yeah, even the cake. no, actually the cake tastes like a spoiled banana). and i saw many great blogs with no comments at all. so for those who use this thing as an public diary, be free to use it. you can be sure it stays private, it will be probably never read. of course, the only person you don't want to read it, will accidentally see it. you know, marfi and friends...

on the other way, if you want it to be published, you'll probably have a better chance for someone to find it if you bury it four meters under the ground, better in a far and lonely place. i mean, archeologists will definitely dig there some day.

of course, i forgot the option that i'm just boring. but i don't know, you tell me.

a guy: "i love your daughter. really. and... you know... when people love each other... they sometimes express it in physical ways..."

his girlfriend's father: "your'e making me angry now. and... you know... when i get angry... i sometimes express it in physical ways..."

(that 70's show)