A piece of my mind

Vacation ... Travel ... Why oh why do you have to occur to me now? I was happy and content working! Why bring it up. Yalla eli 7assal..  I have this habit/hobby of window shopping for luxury travel; like boutique hotels, leading hotels of the world,...etc and also of browsing photos of the most amazing places on earth. I even have my very own top 10 must visit before i die places (insha2allah tab3an, mesh ba2ate3). So anyway, since I'm in a sharing mood, I decided not to browse alone like I usually do, but rather share my top 10 with you! Ladies and gentlemen, as of this post, I'll be sharing my top 10 (not in a particular order): 1- Golden Triangle, India The Golden Triangle, includes Delhi, Agra and Jaipur. Some images to give you an idea: Source: google.com via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: lonelyplanet.com via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: lonelyplanet.com via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: citiesinworld.com via Yasmine o

This scenario repeats itself a number of times during the week. I miss you. :( I check the phone. :) Nope, not a single SMS or missed call. :( It's ok. You're probably busy and have a life of you're own. :| But! :) Why should i wait? I CAN call! :D Must think of something brilliant or funny to say. :/ Can't think of any! :| Maybe something interesting that happened which I can share. :/ Nah, nothing's worth mentioning. All I've been doing all day is work work work! And who wants to hear about that. :| I feel boring. I AM boring. :( I am a boring workaholic who has nothing fun or interesting to say. :'( And who wants to spend time with a boring girl workaholic anyway. :'( Self confidence drops to zero. :'( Back to work, at least work loves me! :| I need my apple .

First time I ever see him in my dreams. And by the way, that's an honor, cause dreams are very special and dear to me. And guess what, we actually make a cute couple, if there is such a thing.

Everyone seems to have expectations in me of strength and confidence, that it makes it hard for them to imagine that at the end of the day, I really am just another girl. A girl who needs the flattery, ego boost and appreciates the little things.  I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.

Last night, I was having dinner with the OC gang when Mardini decided to pop the question that everyone seems to be talking about these days, "who would you vote for in the presidential elections?". When it was my turn to answer I said "I don't share my political opinions" which apparently threw some  off balance. Meyo and Zei understood perfectly well and gave me acknowledging looks that they respect my "no share" zone. Toulan on the other hand, at first, gave me the raised eyebrow for a minute then said "Ya zeww, ya3ni you share everything but don't share your political opinions". Naturally, he was referring to this blog. The thing is, everyone has some issues they consider private, yes, even me! Maybe to you readers, it's  natural to assume one's romantic life is private or that one's thoughts and feelings are private. For me honestly, these are not an issue. I mean, privacy, like everything else, is relative! To me, 3

Note to self.. must learn how to accept compliments and stop acting awkward when someone says something nice!

I'm on a diet, again for the millionth time! And every single time I start dieting I keep cursing and swearing from the moment I wake up in the morning till the moment I sleep at night. You see I love food. I enjoy it and I indulge in this pleasure and with very few exceptions I don't even feel guilty about it. Yes , of course, there are those depressing moments when I decide to I need to lose weight, like a few days ago when my jeans decided not to botton up , for instance. But those moments are scarce and usually lead to disastrous decisions like me going on a diet! So anyway, throughout the day I try to occupy myself with other things so as not to think about food. That usually works with one exception; I crave something sweet around 5-6 pm. It's actually more like an addiction or an attack than it is a craving. And given that I'm such a sweet-tooth, I never looked at fruits for instance as a solution. See for example I love apples, but when I say apples, I don

Source: realsimple.com via Yasmine on Pinterest So it's BooBoo's 1st birthday today. In case you don't know, BooBoo is my nephew AbduAllah.  That little creature came into my life 12 months ago turning it upside down and became the primary reason for happiness. And in some case, the ONLY reason, when things get tough. As my mother   say "بوبو أحلى حاجة في الدنيا " I honestly never thought I'll be attached to a baby "awi keda", I was never a "child person" anyway. Bas he came and turned my life upside down. His smile makes my heart flutter like a butterfly and his laugh makes my day. From the 900+ photos on my iPhone, we can easily say no more then 50 photos are not BooBoos. The thing is, when I can't sleep, I flip through those photos and videos. And when I was in Denmark for 3 months, I couldn't wait  for Yousra to send me new photos and videos to stay in touch with his development. BooBoo's parents

You are amazing! You are funny, witty and brilliant! It is exhilarating having you in my life. But you know what? The best part is, actually not about you! It's that I have been proven correct. I almost gave up on the existence of a "balanced" guy, but here you are! So, if this is all there is to it, thanks for proving me right. It is, in fact, all about me , after all ;)

El wa7ed yekoon having a good productive day then it hit him! Some people are just so great, they make any effort you do your entire life seem like a tiny insignificant detail. I'm thinking so insignificant that you look at yourself in the mirror and wonder, do I even stand a chance? This reminds me of The Total Perspective Vortex in the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, a torture device which shows you how insignificant you are When you are put into the Vortex you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny little mark, a microscopic dot on a microscopic dot, which says, "You are here." And then, you feel like crap!

Commenting on my lack of shyness and privacy, a friend asked me: "what if he reads your blog?" I figured some other  friends would have the same question. So I'd tell you what I told her in the most odd way possible. Sorry for the non-geeks. I can't help it!

Fa a few minutes ago I was eating roz-jilati-bondo2 as the guy pronounced it, then it hit me! What the hell have I done?! Have I completely lost my mind?! I've went completely overboard. I've fucked up that the damage control proposed right now is retreat, retreat, reteat!

Did I ever tell you my theory about perfection in fashion? I believe that each of us go through an eternal search for three perfect pieces of clothes: the white shirt, the jeans and the black trousers. Its never easy to find that perfect item of clothes that compliments your body without making you look too fat , too flat or too tall. Especially the perfect white shirt; one whose material is not too smooth that makes it more of a blouse nor is it too hard that it crumples when u wear a fitted jacket. I had a perfect white shirt until a couple of weeks ago. I wore it too much that it's fabric kept thinning until it tore down beyond repair. And now, I miss my white shirt and I'm trying to find a replacement. But at least I'm focusing on the shirt. Putting off the search for the perfect jeans until I loose 5 kg. but I need my shirt, soon!

There's a song that goes "nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile and you use it only for me!" We've previously agreed that this blog is all about me, so I'll talk about my secret smile. It's not that secret awi ya3ni, after all, I'm telling you readers about it! And we all know I'm not good with secrets anyway. Back to my smile.... I've had a good day today alhamdulilah, a couple of positive news , yesterday was a beautiful shamm el neseem and tomorrow I'm off to Alexandria insha2allah. So basically, I'm walking around smiling and singing all day! But then I caught myself looking at the mirror with that silly smirk on my face thinking of him! How is that even possible? It's too soon and I'm starting to panic. But today was a good day. And I'm a happy person full of enthusiasm and passion for life, so I'm sure that tomorrow is gonna be even happier! nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile and you u

Shamm El Neseem is the Egyptian version of Easter. In theory, we still color eggs, but eat lots of salty fish, head to the outdoors to enjoy the spring, without all the religious implications of an orthodox easter. As a kid, my family had our own special shamm el neseem traditions. My brother and I colored the eggs a night before, sometimes my childhood best-friend and next door neighbor joined me. The way we saw it, they weren't just eggs, they were art! And since I lived in a family building, my cousins and the rest of the kids in our neighborhood would wake up the earliest we could and play games in the yard until we were called for brunch by our parents. I was never a salty fish person but ate eggs all the way, and that delicious Easter bread which my mum (till today) buys fresh from the baker. Then at night, we usually visited my grandparents and older aunts and uncles. The only problem was, the amount of eggs I had to eat during Shamm El Neseem and after. Karim (my bro) doe

I can't remember what I used to do in the past, when I feel like calling but can't think of anything smart or witty to say. Wish I can just call and ask to meet for coffee but I don't have the guts!  Actually, if I could wish for anything, make that dinner and a movie :)

The way I see it, there are three kinds of men: 1- The kind that doesn't seem impressed no matter what you do. 2- The kind that is impress regardless of what you do or don't do. 3- The kind that you work to impress Guy number one is hard to please, no matter how hard you try, you'd never feels enough. It's a complete challenge. And though you may be one of the people who like challenges, after a while, it gets too much! You'd be exhausted and bored. And eventually give up! Guy number two is a bit scary. You don't know what got him impressed in the first place and hence don't know how to get him there again when he is no longer interested! My kind of guy is the third kind of guy! Now's he's the kind of guy who I know I need to work hard to impress, but at least I know you have a clue. You can tell you actually made an impression when you see the light in his eyes or feel a hidden smile in his voice. Personally, I'm a hard-worker and a

--- by Frank Sinatra I've got you under my skin I've got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me I've got you under my skin I'd tried so not to give in I said to myself, "This affair never will go so well" But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well I've got you under my skin I'd sacrifice anything come what might For the sake of havin' you near In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, repeats in my ear "Don't you know, little fool, you never can win? Use your mentality, wake up to reality" But each time that I do just the thought of you makes me stop Before I begin 'cause I've got you under my skin I would sacrifice anything come what might For the sake of havin' you near In spite of the warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, how it yells in my ear "Don't you know, little fool, you never can win? Why not use your men

A few days ago, I came across a quote on Facebook that says ' Yes, money can't buy happiness. But it's more comfortable to cry in a BMW than on a bicycle ' I can't even begin to describe how this quote hit on my soft spot, like we say in Arabic "geeh 3ala el gar7". See, I was one of the people who never saw money as an issue. I've always been content with what I had, not because I lacked ambition or anything but rather I didn't see the importance of a better car or an extra couple of pounds in a salary. I thought I was much larger than that. How silly of me! Truth is, my perspective totally changed after I quit my last job jan 2011 and started supermama. Zei and I threw all our savings into it and kept a little survival money on the side. I could have imagined that not only being broke but also in debt ( take it from someone whom thought the word broke meant no shopping for a month). Now the word broke has an entirely new meaning and feel to

According to wikipedia:  Infatuation  is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned  passion  or  love. Truth be told, I always looked at it differently. According to zeww, infatuation is the state when you can't really get enough of someone. To me, when you're infatuated with someone , you are not necessarily in love with him. I mean , it is a good start for love,  or rather a necessity , (i.e I doubt anyone can fall in love with someone if they're not infatuated with them) but the opposite does not apply (i.e you can be infatuated with someone in a way that can be friendship or just admiration, but you still can't get enough of their company). Ya3ni infatuation can turn into love but not necessarily. Tayeb, that being said ba2a, let's take "the boy i know" whom I previously mentioned. We know he is driving me crazy because I don't get how he feels. But it got me thinking, maybe HE doesn't know how HE feels. Maybe he's just

2alak... "The teddy bear effect refers to the phenomenon where a passive listener appears to impart wisdom to a speaker without doing anything other than listening!" --  http://wikibin.org/articles/teddy-bear-effect.html