A piece of my mind

مسا التماسى تماسى يا أغرب ورد قاعد على أعجب كراسى كراسى بمناسبة هذه الليلة السعيدة سعيدة كاتبتلكم شوية اى كلام جديدة جديدة بامسى على كل الموجودين موجودين الى قاعدين والى واقفين واقفين و الى فاهمين و الى مش فاهمين فاهمين بامسى عليكم كلكم علشان انتوا ناس طيبين طيبين الى يحبنى احبه احبه والى يكرهنى انكد عليه عيشته عيشته والى يدلعنى اشيله فى عينية عينية والى يغلس علييا اتنطط عليه تنطيط تنطيط طب و النعمة انتوا ناس جدعان جدعان مدلعينى و مظبطنى أخر تظبيط تظبيط ناس ولاد ناس ناس متفتحين و مثقفين مثقفين و كل يوم معاكم بيكون عيد عيد و خلاصة الكلام كلام بقولها و كلى تقدير و احترام احترام بحبكم علشان انتوا مسليين و دقى يا مزيكا

She went to a party, met her childhood friends and smiled at how this ironic life sent each of them on a separate route. She usually found some good excuse to find a way out of parties, but this time she had to go. With her hijab on for 5 years now, she felt so out of place at parties ; she was either the only muhajaba around or one of a minority. This party was very fancy, everything was set right, and she had tons of fun meeting those friends of her. But it brought back memories of her party days, which she has been missing for sometime now. She was also thinking of him, how wonderful it would have been had he been there with her, but, you don't always get what you want, and life goes on. She goes home wondering what life would have been like if she hadn't had her hijab on, would her character have differed? Would she have had the same job? the same friends now? the same taste in clothes? music? men? will she have loved him? She takes off her hijab, and her long dress, but k

I have always been facing memory problems; I simply forget the basics , sometimes I do remember irrelevant details though. Typical things which I hardly ever remember are: - what someone's name was! I identify people by three things; face, name, and where I knew them from. At any given point in time.. I can remember only 2! - when in a relationship; the anniversary!And after the relationship is over; the breakup dates! I can assure you that it was a Wednesday for example, because I had plans for the following Thursday and had to cancel them. Or, I can remember being , sometime close to Mother's day, but I can't really remember the dates -before the Lasik, I could never remember where I put my glasses. (And the ironic part was, if I couldnt remember where I put them, it was very probable that I wont find them except if someone helped me out. Yes, I couldn't see without them, hence can't find them.) -A very notorious thing of mine is: I can't remember which floor

I apologize for this exhausting-to-read post. Feel free to ignore it, it's just another brain dump, to free some brain cells for some positive thinking! Older, not wiser, just older. I feel thirty something, I'm not even twenty seven yet, well, will be in a couple of days anyway. بس مش دى المشكلة دلوقتى .Ya Yasmine, you gained experience, you're smarted, stronger and more settled in what you want in life. Ah bas, I'm tired, exhausted and still as lost and clueless. و بعدين احنا مش فهمين , فين المشكلة بالضبط؟ You passed through many different types of shit, and you came out strong, why break down now? هو حد جيه جنبك؟ Begad, I'm tired, stronger على عينى و راسى. بس كل مرة a small un-recoverable part of my is broken; Yes, I do move on, but I leave a layer of me behind. I don't know how many layers I lost.. I don't know how many remain, bas I feel like I lost more than I should, and that all is left is a ghost of what used to be Yasmine بتاعة زمان يوه

I start with my seasonal blues.. Every year, by this time of year, mid December to mid February , I get my seasonal blues. I'm not sure why this particular time of the year; might has to do with the amount of terrible things that have occurred in this particular time of year. Maybe with the fact that we place so much hopes on the "new year" and by the end of the year, it's time when we face the fact that another year has gone and we haven't accomplished much. Maybe because I learnt to dislike my birthday (I'm a January born), because of the negative co notations that I grew to associate with it. Just maybes.. I can't really tell. Anyway, I usually try not to acknowledge this season, hoping that if I ignore it, the blues will go away. Apparently, they never do. It's a nasty trick that life always plays on me. But , I'm fine.. really, or so I'd like to think. Speaking of seasonal blues.. and in order to prove that I'm not making this