- There are three levels of falling in "L"with someone; in love, in like and in lust. Almost the entire population of the earth, in my opinion , mix up things, or at least, overrate the word "love". You find this kid in highschool crying his eyes out on their latest cursh and claiming he loves her.I mean , seriously, how long have you known her and what do you know about love anyway. Anyhow, the way I see it, things work differently for guys and girls. Apparently, for guys, it goes in the following order: in lust -> in like -> in love while for girls, it goes; in like-> in lust- > in love. Some people are not capable of moving beyond the first level , and some people reach the last level faster than others. I personnaly ,till recently, thought that maybe the whole love thing is jut a state of mind where we delude* ourselves into thinking we are in love just because.
- You'd wonder why I put a * above! I just right now realized, that illusion does not have a verb. I was inclined to use "illude" instead of deluded but figured out there is no such thing. We live and learn!
- The key to a great non-solitary workout is looking great! It does not make a difference how fit you are if you're wearing you're dad's jogging pants and your little sisters tee; you'll feel like a big fat blob! Yesterday, I discovered my perfect workout bottoms and hair-do, and I guarantee you I pushed myself at least 5 minutes worth of jumping than my usual.
- Due to the unsafe state of Egypt's streets, Roger and I kept on wondering what is the right thing to do if someone opens the door to your car , sits in the seat next to you and with a knife (or pistol or whatever) forces you to move with the car. After lots and lots of thinking, and contemplation on scenarios that were all flawed, Jaz came up with the perfect solution; drive right into the car in front of you. The driver of the car that you just hit will more than likely come to fight, then , you can scream, shout, cry, or without the need for that, the random theif/raper or whatever will just open the car and disappear.
- Forgive my sexist opions but, the way I see it; many girls are drama queens, which is not right but its okay. However, a guy drama queen (as there is no equivillant for males) is not right and not okay! A moody girl is always blamed to be PMS-ing but a moody guy is just pure Pain. A hard-to-get girl is challenging and excitng, but a hard-to-get guy is not worth the effort. Girls, a guy with any of the above qualities is not for you.. move on!
- When one decides something, they should stick to their decisions no matter what. Like when you say I won't think about someone this weekend, you don't. Not when you wish you could see them Thursday night, not even on Friday when you are so pissed off that you didn't see them and definetly not on Saturday when you're looking at the phone like it should ring now. You don't think about them, that's it!
لاحظت إن بقى لى فترة كل تدويناتي إما تتحدث عن الحب (أو عدمه) والمشاعر (أو عدمها) أو تدوينات حزينة نكدية بتبني جو من الكآبة العامة اللي محدش لا طايقها ولا ناقصها اصلا. فقررت بيني وبين نفسي أني مش هكتب حتى يكون عندي شئ خفيف وظريف أكتب عنه. المشكلة للأسف اللي وجهتني هي أن كل اللي بيدور في بالي دلوقتي إما الشغل ومشاكله اللي مبتخلصش أو حوار المشاعر اللي قلت إني مش هتكلم فيه، فقررت أسكت. بس النهارده وأنا في العربية مراوحة البيت من الشغل جائت لي فكرة قلت رغم إنها بتكسر شوية القرار اللي فوق إلا إنها تمشي مع فكرة خفيفة فممكن نعملها إستثناء فكرت في قد إيه "الإعجاب أو الإنبهار" بشخص ده عامل زي طرق الطبيخ، فيها السريع واللي على نار هادئة والللي الواحد يقعد يجهز فيه ويستنى عليه في الفرن إنه يستوي، مبيستويش. طبعا أنا محبب عليا أقول "الحب عامل زي الطبيخ"، بس من ناحية، أنا لسة من كام يوم بقول إن الإعجاب محتاج كثير علشان يبقى حب أصلا، ومن ناحية تانية حسيت إن الجملة مستهلكة جدا من قبل النكت القالشة. أنا كنت طول عمري بميل للطبيخ السريع، زي طريقة "ستير فراي"، في
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