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Change vs Love, Amman trip and others

I havent had the opportunity to update my blog for a while. It being Ramadan and all, the time just flies too fast. However, in the last 10 days alot has happened which I intended to blog but never got the time to do it. In reverse chronological order, find some meaningless blah blah below:

Thursday 4th October: Meyo's birthday!
Nag,Sherif (Meyo's hubby), Omar , BooDy and I, prepared a small intimate surprise party for Meyo. Although naturally, I always run late, short on time and lost. We managed to pull our plan through, and she had fun alhamdulilah. I think we all did! One thing I realized though, I really AM intimidating when people first meet me. I need to work on that, don't know how.. but I'll try! Any suggestions? (Pictures on facebook )

Wednesday 3rd October: OC iftar!
OC arrange a company iftar at Andrea Mariotteya. It was awesome, we had so much fun and so much "tahyees". I ,literally, laughed till my mouth hurt. We also got a cake for Meyo's pre-birthday, which made the surprise more surprising cause she probably thought that was it. Anyway.. although we generally have a rule that "what happens in OC, stays in OC", I think I am allowed to tell you a few random things that were concluded there:
-If I were to have super-powers, I'd like to be able to manipulate minds. Although some people think that I dont need a super power to do it since I do that already!
-People think that if was to work something none IT it would be one of the following: lawyer, spokeswoman for some organization, or as my manager Rady said, a wardrobe designer for a cheap TV series.
-In IT, time goes by so slowly!

Saturday 29th September to Monday 1st October: Amman trip!
Shortest business trip for me ever! Plane delayed for an hour, so one more hour spent at Ciro Airport with KR and AK.. the coolest managers ever (along with Rady tab3an)! To Amman in an hour and half, to the hotel in 45 mins, to iftar at the Marriot with the Jordanian company and the Qatary client. Great food, nice people. Haifa (my London roommate's best friend) took my to a hillside cafe , amazing views! Mekks followed us there, I adore the dude! Back to the hotel. Something isn't just right with the hotel room but I couldn't identify it, later it was agreed that it's the room colors! Woke up, 15 mins to the office, long long long meeting, back to the hotel, 1 hour nap, iftar with the team , a quick car trip around Amman, back to the hotel, working at the hotel lobby, sleep. 15 mins to office, 3 shorter meetings, pizza iftar, then McFlurry Oreo on the way to the airport, an hour and a half to Cairo, finished airport quickly, back home to my bed!
Short notes about Amman:
  • beautiful , well organized city
  • all building are made of white brick.. gives it a sense of consistency
  • quite small.. maximum as big as Alexandria
  • built on 7 hills.. amazing views all over the city
  • Egyptian doormen and workers everywhere
  • Hijab has not yet spread in their upper classes there
  • very expensive
  • Most Jordanians I met are quite nice
  • Konafa with cheese and sugar syrup... Heavenly delicious
Two irritating things about the trip:
1- No Needo.. can life get any more ironic! I go to Amman only 3 weeks after Nadine gets a job and moves back to London. Nadine is my roommate/best friend/ first person with the c.o.w title/ aquarius friend. We haven't met for 3 years now so seeing her in Jordan has been a wish for both of us.

2-in Ramadan.. if it wasn't Ramadan, I would have added 3 more days and explored Jordan. Next time isA.


Thursday 27th September: a meeting with old friends...Change versus Love
People change, not when told to, and not when they promise to, but with time, we all change. Sometimes we change that we have nothing left in common with people we once loved. I realized that I have nothing left to talk about with my childhood friends; we changed so much, each in a separate direction that even old stories are not that funny anymore. Although the love for each other is still there, but it grieves me to realize that we're growing apart so quickly that each time we meet , it's like meeting a new person. And the 5 of us keep holding on to each other, and I'm sure it hurts them as it hurts me that we're so different now. And I keep wondering, why do they hold on to their friendship with me? 3 of them have more in common with each other than any of them have with me! Plus I'm the boring one, with lots of work, who always has restrictions about where we go out and am quite traditional/religious in my opinions. Could it be because I was the one who connected the group together, (my cousin, my neighbor, my classmate and my basketball buddy)? Or could it be because they don't feel the change as much as I do? Can I be making a big deal out of nothing, as usual? Could they have expected the change and dealt better with it, since we were never that much alike anyway? Or maybe , just maybe, they care about me as much as I care about them, that they're willing to put up with my weird attitude every once in while , for old times sake? I'd like to think it's the love, and I'll leave it at that

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