A piece of my mind

 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

When something is so good but definitely wont last. The problem is, I know it's gonna hurt like hell when it's over. I'm just waiting for it to happen. Damn this vulnerability that makes me a maf3ool bih not a fa3el. Ya khoofi from that day when it comes!

A while ago, a friend asked me if I consider myself romantic and I've been meaning to share my thoughts but didn't get any "blogger time". So, no! I don't consider myself romantic. But I do believe in love. Not the one that comes on first sight, but rather the one that grow. Not the one that is one-sided either, to me, its not love until it is reciprocated. Not the one that gets you staring at sunsets and starry night, but rather the one that gives you butterflies and "electricity" that you feel you need to take some sort of action. Not the one where you stare at each others eyes, but the one where you cant get enough of knowing each other and asking questions and exploring options. And to be honest, not the one that's platonic either, if it doesn't have an element of physical attraction, mesh haned7ak 3alal ba3d, keda yeb2a okhowa. Not the one that stays forever "as long as we both shall live", people change, circumstances chan

... even smaller than just thoughts. I used to think I was great at spending money, just not as good at making it. Now I realize, I'm neither! My baby sister graduated. I'm so proud. Nothing in the world measures up to the thank you I saw on her face when I gave her her graduation present. Does my face say thank you when my tongue doesn't? Though at the graduation ceremony, I felt like a grumpy old man complaining about the kids being too loud. Was I always that boring or was I ever fun? Remember the days when I said I don't care about cars? I changed my mind.. there's nothing like driving a Mercedes! There's this iPhone game called DrawSomething, and I have 6 friends to play against day-on day-off. It's fun, a mini pictionary, but it brings to mind two things: I draw horribly. I keep wondering why my friends put up! Won't it be cute if someone used it as a mini card? Says something like "happy birthday" by drawing a cake and balloons, or &qu

Let's start by a cheesy admission... I am a fan of Chinese "Wuxia" - martial arts - movies of the warriors in the ancient times with all the flying over trees, walk over water, swords, weapons, large armies and so forth, think "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", "House of Flying Daggers", "Hero"...etc.  That said, you can imagine what a trip to China. Add Chinese food, the forbidden city and the fact that one gets to see THE Great Wall of China. And a short trip to Xian to see the Terracotta Warriors. Source: josselinbreugnotphotos.blogspot.fr via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: Uploaded by user via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: placestovisitinchina.com via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: mynrma.com.au via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: destination360.com via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: photo.net via Yasmine on Pinterest Source: curiosity.discovery.com via Yasmine on Pinterest

I've always loved Whitney Houston since I was a kid. I remember finding her CD in the 80s in my dad's collection and her songs have been with me ever since. El mohem, I had my iPod on shuffle at the gym and heard this song, "How will I know" which I recently quoted in this post and that one . Enjoyed the 80s hairstyle and make up? Yalla ma 3aleena... Now, this actually brings us to a very important question... really... how do I know? La2 begad? At some point in time I thought I knew but I am genuinely confused. Blash "loves me", di kebeera. How can you tell if a person is interested in you as a friend, wala as a love-interest or just interested in you as a project/ puzzle/ book they'd like to master/discover/figure out?  Whitney said, "Don't trust your feelings". Anyone has a piece of advice they can share? begad walahi, I'd really like to know. Really, any tips?

With age, comes a little wisdom. I looked at the foolish things I did in the past, and decided to learn from my mistakes without regret. I learnt that nothing, no matter what, lasts forever. I also learnt that I can get where I want, eventually, only if I keep trying. I learnt that intelligence , the ability to keep one's mouth shut and mind open. I learnt that knowing your hierarchy in society or rather where you are in the food chain helps you gains people's love. I learnt that a smile will give you a head start and kindness will keep you at the advanced stages. I learnt that loosing and starting over is inevitable, and that so are tears. So we might as well deal with them. And finally, I learnt that the two hardest Virtues to acquire are patience and keeping my mouth shut. Hope any of this helps anyone

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