A piece of my mind

Did I ever tell you what sleep means to me? I said it before and say it again ,  Sleep is the escape and the solution to most problems. It's the best thing that ever exists. What better end of a day, wether good or bad, then the comforting hug of your duvet and pillow in your own world of dreams where you are, for once, the protagonist.  So that's how much sleep means to me. Now can you imagine that I actually wake up from my great dreams to talk to you on the phone? Yes, I know , I seem perfectly awake. But reality is, I was deep asleep and then I heard my phone vibrate so I woke up hoping it would be you. And it was you and that put a huge smile on my face. And we chatted for hours. Point being, you are more important than sleep. You should feel very very special. And guess what, I'm finding it hard to stick to the rules. Source: scribd.com via Yasmine on Pinterest

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was this nice guy and that nice girl. They worked together sometimes. They were also great friends. The talked about all sorts of topics and joked and had fun. The End

Yasmine is going through a phase of lack of confidence, on all levels. Hopefully it's just temporarily. She could really use a pat on the back!

للمرة الألف (رقم مجازي) جاءت أمي وقالت لي: عايزة أقولك حاجة مش هتعجبك. وبمنتهى الثقة قبل ما تكمل كلامها: أنا لسة وزنة نفسي دلوقتي ولقيت نفسي خسيت.. فمتقوليليش تخنتي تاني.  ماهو في ٣ مواضيع بيني وبين مامي هما اللي دائما بنتخانق عليهم: أول واحد أني مش إجتماعية وودودة مع العائلة، وده غالبا بيطرح حولين المناسبات الإجتماعية والزيارات وفي الوقت الحالي مفيش حاجة من دول على الأفق، بالعكس، أنا في رمضان عملت الواجب المفروض .  الموضوع الثاني: خناقات الوزن- إعملي رجييم، لأ مش هاعمل. تخنتي... لأ أنا حلوة كدة..وده عادة لا ينتهي لأني معنديش ثقة كافية إنني أقاوح كثير وفي نفس الوقت معنديش إستعداد أعمل رجييم تاني.  ويجي الموضوع الثالث.. الخناقات التي لا تنتهي مهما طالت فترة غيابها... عرسان!  يا الله.. مهما كنا على وفاق أنا ومامي، لازم تنكد عليا بالموضوع ده. سبحان الله، طب طول ما إنت عارفة يا ست الكل إن الموضوع ده هيزعلني، ايه لزمته اصلا؟! متفهمش، هي بتيجي كده، كل كام شهر تخبطني خبر من دول.  الغباء بقى.. اني كل مرة بتصدم وبتنح وبيجيلي حالة من البلاهة.. بيكون نفسي تنسى أو إنها تكون إقتن

Been on a 4 day trip to Istanbul with my family and part of the itinerary was the Grand Bazaar, a huge souq that sells anything and everything. There, I was bored to death! It's not that I don't like shopping, I do.. people how know me know I'm a recovered shopaholic. Anyway, while I was bored, I was contemplating and came across two blog-able thoughts. First,  the realization: I hate markets! Yes, that's one thing where I am a spoilt brat. I don't like markets; I always have the impression people are taking advantage of me with the prices and I hate and have no skills at bargaining. I hate the haphazardness of the shops and the shop keepers that chase you to buy "their unique product", which in reality is in every single store or stall in the area. Yes, I am spoilt, but I prefer malls or streets where my favorite brands (of everything) or brands waiting to be my next favorite thing are sorted and organized. You can claim I buy overpriced stuff, but ther

اعتقد أني وصلت لدرجة من تسطيح الأمور ان جمال المرأة بالنسبة لي بقى بطن مفرودة وقوام ممشوق. وللأسف ماعتقدش ان عمري هقدر أشوف نفسي جميلة لحد ما المشكلة دي تتحل!