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Here I am, 30 minutes away from midnight, sitting at my computer on new years eve, entering my recipes on SuperMama for tomorrow's article. Unlike any other year, 2011 had so many first timmers for me (and for the entire Egypt tab3an) ; first time to have a political opinion, to go to Denmark , Poland, Monaco, and Lebanon, to take the decision to breakup, to shoot a video of myself, to ride a

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" I love you , Dex, so much! I just don't like you anymore" I doubt I can find a more representative quote. Except I wouldn't use "Dex".

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A few years back, I read that if you want to succeed in life, surround yourself by successful people. If you want happiness, surround yourself by happy people, and so forth. I'm happy to say, that I'm glad I followed this piece of advice, I feel happier and more confident that I'm in the right direction in life with the newer people I meet. More people with similar interests, ambition and

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Let go of my hand You said what you have to nowLeave, leave...Glen Hansard - Leave

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You know, it's usually a cycle I keep going through. I miss you then don't then do all over again. But this time, it's different; I lost interest. I can play those silly games we usually play but deep down inside, you no longer move me, even when you try. I'm turning to stone... and it's because of you.

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There are so many things I'd want to say about the series of fortunate and misfortunate events that had let to me talking about financial sheets, but that's the story of another day! Today, I'll just be brief , as the more I plan to say, the more I procrastinate , the less likely it is for anything to be said at all. For the second time in 2 months, I find myself staring blankly at the financial

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الوطنية حاليا جابت منتهاها معايا, لأني حسة ان في امل في التغيير. انا في اخر 6 سنين مثلا كنت دائما المستقبل بالنسبة لي كلمة واحدة : هجرة! علشان كنت حسة ان مفيش امل في ان الوضع يتحسن, ان المصري هيفضل مصري, همجي, , غير منظم على الاطلاق و سلبي غير  قادر على التغيير. كنت كمان ماليش في السياسة خالص, بل بالعكس,قدر المستطاع باحاول افصل نفسي عن الاخبار و الاحداث علشان ميتحرقش دمي و يجيلي اكتئاب . الحقيقة

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غيبت غيبة طويلة المرة دي. انا اسفة , حقكم عليا, و رغم اني مكنتش هاتضايق من نفسي لو قلتلم خلاص زهقت من الموضوع ده و مش عايزة اكمل . كنت هابقى عادي يعني, عارفة انه عيب فيا و مش دائما باحول اصلحه , بس الصراحة , المرة دي مش الزهق هو المشكلة . في الحقيقة , ماكنش في مشكلة اصلا, كتن عندي بس بعض الاوهام في دماغي. احكيلكم, فاكرين اول لما بدأ اكتب السلسلة دي, كنت تقريبا وصلت لحالة رضا بالحال, و ضبطت نفسي

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فاكريني؟ ايوة , انا ياسمين, جيت تاني. باعتذر انني اتأخرت, بس انا قلتلكم قبل كده , عندي مشكلة انني دائما بابتدي حاجة و ماخلصهاش. و لكن تحت الحاح الجماهير (معليش هاعيش الدور شوية) قررت اني لازم اكمل, فالاول علشنكم, و لكن برده علشاني. انا اصلي لما بدات السلسلة دي, لقيت انني غصب عني براجع حاجات قديمة و بفهم علاقتها بقراراتي دلوقتي, فباستفاد انا كمان, و لا اجدع طبيب نفسي في الدنيا. ما علينا, باقول

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طبعا و في المرحلة دي, كانت في خطوبات و افراح لاصحاب بدأت تظهر في الافقو فكان عادي الجملة بتاعة "في واحد شافك في خطوبتي و عايز يتعرف عليكي"و عامة كان بيكون وراها مجموعة من القصص الوهمية كلها بتدور حول الواحد ده قد ايه جميل و عظيم و هايل و ازاي احنا ليقيين على بعض جدا. اول واحدة من النوع ده كانت في خطوبة صحبتي, و تاني او ثالث يوم كان عيد و سافرت مع اهلي شرم الشيخ و صحبتي كلمتني حكيتلي على الشاب

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 في حد ترك تعليق مستفز شوية على التدوينة اللي فاتت. , انا سايباها يعني ابقوا خدوا بصة عليها. بصراحة استفزتني اخر حاجة : من حق اي بني آدم يكون اي رأي طبعا, بس مش بفهم ان ازاي حد يدي نفسه الحق انه يقرر مصير حد تاني. التعليق بيقول انني مصيري اني اعيش وحيدة ... لاسؤال بقه, اش عرفك لا مؤخذة؟ اذا انا نفسي لسه معرفش. سعدتك كنت قعدت مع ربنا و اتكلمتوا في الموضوع ده و نسيتوا تقولولي؟ و لا انت ما شاء الله

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انا جيت تاني ...قعدت افاكر يا ترى احكي عن الدروس المستفادة من سنين الجامعة و لا اسيبها لكل واحد يستنتجها على كيفه؟ فالأخر قلت هقول حجات بسيطة و اسيب الحذق يفهم اول حاجة اكتشفتها, زي ما بنات كتير بتكتشف عن نفسها في سنين الجامعة , انني , و اللحمد لله رب العالمين يعني, على قدر لا بأس به من الجمال. مغرورة؟ جائز بس ايه... رحم الله امرئ عرف قدر نفسه تاني حاجة , اكتشفت , برضه ,زي ما بنات كتير بتكتشف,

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اسكتوا, مش انا بقيت مشهورة؟ مش مشهورة اوي يعني, نص مشهورة . او علشان ابطل مبالغة, اكون صريحة, ممكن اكون هابقى مشهورة , يوووه مش مهم, انا قصدي اقول اني غير القراء اللي انا عارفاهم و معرفهمش , شاركتني صاحبة ليا ان "انا اسفة , مش عايزة اتنيل" اتعرضت على اصوات عالمية , و ادي اللينك اهو علشان اعيش دور البنت المشهورةhttp://globalvoicesonline.org/2010/09/04/egypt-wanna-be-a-bride-from-blog-to-tv/نرجع

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والله اعلم , دي المجموعة دي اكتر حاجة كتبتها اتقرأت مطلقا. مش بس كده , لأ و ايه؟ بقى يجيلي تعليقات كمان , هنا على البلوج و كمان فيس بوك و ايميل و حتى بالتليفون. سؤال بقى , ليه التعليق على الفيس بوك مش هنا؟ انا مش معترضة والله, براحتكم, انا بس بحاول افهم. انا طبعا سعيدة بمشاركتكم, و كل مازهق و اقول كفاية الاقي حد بيقول عايز تاني او تعليق يشجعني فباكمل. الحاجة التانية انني كمان عامالة افتكر كل شوية

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و بما ان ماحدش قال نقول مين الاول, اول عريس ولا الدروس المستفادة, قررت اقول على اول عريس. اللي لسه فاكراه من كام يوم , ان عريس 2 برده كان في الجامعة . مهو الواحد مبيتعلمش بالساهل للأسف. المهم ان موضوعنا انهارده على عريس 1تقريبا, كنت في 2 جامعة, لسه بنت حلوة و شقية بقى. كنت نازلة مشوار مع امي و قابلنا طنط فلانة صاحبتها. طنط فلانة دي متخصصة في موضوع العرايس و العرسان. اول لما شافتني حلفت للأمي

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يتبقى في ال 3 سنين بتوع الانفتاح كام 3 حكايات و بعدين نخش على الدروس المستفادة . اول حكاية , مش طويلة اوي, موضوع زميل شغل 1. زميل شغل واحد ده كان هو المسؤول عن التدريب الصيفي بتاعي في صيف سنة تانية. كان واد عبقري, ساعتها كان عنده مسلا 24 سنة , مخلص ماجيستير , و جيش , بقى له كذا سنة بيشتغل و شغال في الدكتوراه كمان. واد عارف ينظم وقته و جايب من الاخر . انا الصراحة كنت مبهورة به , بس انبهار اللي هو

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زي ماحكيت المرة اللي فاتت, الثلاث سنين بتوع جامعة دول كانوا فترة انفتاح , فيها بحث عن الاخر و ايضا بحث عن الذات بس مش دا موضوعنا حصل فيها احداث كتيرة كلها قصيرة المدة. كان فيه موضوع كده مع زميل مدرسة 2, و كلاكيت تاني مرة مع زميل مدرسة 1 و زي ما قلتلكم, انا اصلي مسحوبة من لساني, فلما بيكون عندي مشاعر معينة , بقول على طول... هبلة بقى, هنعمل ايه. النقطة ان بحسس ان لو الواحد مقالش علشان مكسوف او

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حصل ايه بقى بعد رقم 1؟ حصل زي ما بيحصل لبنات كتير في الجامعة , انفتاح على العالم الخارجي. تبدأ الواحدة تتفرج على الناس اللي حوليها و تكون رأيها و زوقها.قبل ما ادخل في قبلت مين و ازاي لازم اقولوكوا كام حاجة مهمة. اولها اني بعد سنة اولى في حاسبات القاهرة , جاللي اكتئاب من احتكاكي بالمواصلات و الناس و كان نفسي احول جامعة امريكية زي اصحابي كلهم , ساعتها اهلي قالوا مافيش امكانيات مادية , بس ينفع

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نكمل موضوع رقم 1رقم واحد ده, واحد ابن حلال , طيب اوي اوي اوي, و كان بيحبني اوي اوي اوي. ماكنش حلو خالص , بل بالعكس كان ممتلئ يميل للبدانة وعينه ديقة لا تكاد ترى من خدوده و النظارة. بس هارجع و اقول كان طيب و بيحبني. و زي ما قلت المرة اللي فاتت , كان اجتماعي جدا, و كان شاطر, بنتنافس مع بعض في المذاكرة و نشجع بعض و كده. انا مش فاكرة اوي بس اعتقد انه اكيد كان مسلي جدا , احنا قاعدنا مع بعض 4 سنين, و

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وحشتكوا؟ مش أوي , صح؟ انا قلت كده برده . بس على الاقل وحشتكم القصة, مش هاطول عليكوا و هادخل في القصة على طول. النهارده قصة رقم 1لازم ابتدي بأنني أحكيلكوا شوية على الظروف و الاوضاع وقتها اللي خلت بقى في رقم 1 اصلا. مدرستي كان ليها فرعين , فرع لحد اعدادي بس , و فرع تاني في كل السنين ثانوي و شهادة انجليزي و كلام كبير . دفعتي في المدرسة معضمهم نقلوا الفرع الكبير , بس في ناس راحوا مدارس تانية. و

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مش هاحكي انهرده عن رقم واحد , لأن موضوع رقم واحد ده استمر مدة طويلة حصلت خلالها شوية احداث كده ساعدت في تكوين رأيي في موضوع الجواز.نبتدي بأن في الفترة دي بدأت اولاد و بنات خالاتي واخوالي في قصة الجواز . اصل امي اصغر اخواتها فبالتالي و انا في ثانوي كان قريبي خالصوا او بيخلصوا جمعة و دخلوا على المرحلة الي بعدها , الي هي كما قال الشعب المصري "بمناسبة الشهادة الكبيرة , عقبال الجواز". واحدة من قرايبي

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ايه بقى حكاية زميل مدرسة رقم 1؟ ولا اي حاجة .. كان زميل في نفس السنة الدراسية بس في فصل تاني, اشتركنا مع بعض في اكثر من نشاط مدرسي فبقينا اصحاب (مش اوي برده الحق يتقال يعني), بس الواد كان شاطر و ذكي وطويل و حليوة و غير الانشطة , لقيت في حجات كتير ملفتة. و كنت تعبت من الضفضع اللي عمالة ابوس فيه مبيتحولش اميرزميل مدرسة رقم واحد مكانش عارف او كان عارف و بيستهبل , بس مش فارقة , كده كده سواء انا او هو

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كنت بفكر ابتدي بالحكاية عن توتو عضلات (اخر عريس) و بعدين قلت كدهيبقى ظلم , هايفتكم اصل و فصل الحكاية . فقلت نحكي عن اول عريس خالص , و اعتقد ان دي حكاية قلما حكيتها , و اكيد هاتكون مسلية و بعد كده قررت ان جايز احسن حل اننا نجيب الحدونة من اولها. انا لازم احكيلكم عن معنى الحب و معنى الجواز و ليه الاتنين مش زي بعض عندي. اللي بيضحك بقى ان القصة دي ابتدت من و أنا عندي4 او 5 سنين! طبعا ممكن يكون قبل

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بمناسبة شهر رمضان الكريم اللي الناس فيه بتبقى زهقانة و عايزة حكاياتو بمناسبة اني كل ما اقعد قدام التلفزيون الاقي مسلسل مختلف فيه سوسن بدر بتقول لإبنها او بنتها "عقبال ما افرح بيكيو بمناسبة اذاعة مسلسل عايزة اتجوز اللي كل الناس بتبصلي اني المفروض اخده مثل اعلى و اروح ادور على عريسو بما ان عادة المصريين ان لازم ينكدوا على الواحد في اي مناسبة سعيدة و يفكروا باللي نقصوا في حياتوا و بمناسبة كلمة "

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You may have noticed, I was in a "down" mood lately. I was obsessing about the idea that maybe"that's it", that "this is as good as it gets" and that things wont get any better. The idea is so scary people. It freaks me out! Imagine that.......Well, I won't get into that now. It doesn't matter, actually it does, but that's not what I wanted to share with you today.Because of this dark cloud above

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It hurts, and you've been avoiding it, hoping it gets better, but it just doesn't! Pain won't go away on its own, right? A new approach is, if it hurts, beat it harder, you'll either faint and loose consciousness or develop immunity ; either way, it won't hurt!

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With a certain issue on my mind that can change completely the perspective i have of life, I semi-make a decision , that perhaps is against my preference, but for my own good. Then life keeps throwing all those random signs and anti-signs.A friend shared a quote "Create a definite plan for carrying out your desire and begin at once, whether you ready or not, to put this plan into action."by

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When in stress, some people hear or see things that aren't there. But my mind, somehow , insists on being original. When my mind plays tricks on me, I *smell* things. It may seem normal to most of you but really, if you know me at all, you'd know that on most day, i don't use my sense of smell in the first place due to my allergies. So when I said I smell jasmines and flowers at my room, and

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Why did I take sometime off blogging? It's not that I wanted to deprive anyone of my oh-so-important updates. I stopped blogging, pretty much, because I wasn't sure why I was blogging in the first place. Makes any sense?I thought to myself ; it's not like I add value to the great wide web, I don't write a technical blog for instance where people can benefit from my vast knowledge and experience.

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Dear big wide internet void, I just wanted to share this slight update with you. I was feeling a little bored this last month, so I took upon myself so many initiatives and new mini-projects/ideas to keep myself busy/entertained. So, I will intentionally take some time off blogging. If you think you'll miss me, find a way to get in-touch.Till I write againYasmine

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I'm so tired of these games. One day I'll have the guts to say all what I hold inside me and ask you to either handle it or never talk to me again!

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Sometimes I amaze myself with the words of wisdom coming out of my own mouth. You, lucky readers, have been blessed with the gift of me sharing this with you..The good things always coming to an end doesn't dictate that the bad things have to stay.w 3agabi!

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Following a conversation with my Meyo yesterday I remembered an amazing quote , or rather long scene, from a movie which I think is a very intelligent romantic comedy; The mirror has two face."This is the scene at my sister's wedding. She's getting drunk, regretting that she got married for the third time. My mom's sprouting snakes from her hair in jealousy. lt was perfect ...We've got three

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We learned in physics that "Energy can not be created nor destroyed, but can only change from one form to another". But I was always a chemistry person myself, and in chemistry, the same can not be said about love!Can love be created? I don't know. I know it has a start, because you feel it growing inside you, with stimulants of course, but you do feel it growing. For one, I can always identify

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اجزاء من كل شئ تتطاير في دماغي: اشخاص , ذكريات ,اماكن , و حتى الروائح و المذاقات. كله يحدث في نفس الوقت : قليلا منه بإختياري ومعظمه من تلقاء نفسه . و كأن القدر يلوح بالعصا السحرية ليجعل الوقت , ذلك العدو اللدود, يتوقف و رغم عزة النفس, فيجب علي أن اعترف, أن بينما أنا دائمة الانشغال بالصراع مع الزمن لأخذ كل ما تستطيع الحياة أن تمنحني, فقدت قدرة التأمل الداخلي لمعرفة خبايا نفسي. بينما انا أبحث حولي

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Sometimes, you amaze yourself by doing what you thought you'd never be capable of. Amazed as I am, I actually did it! I pushed myself to the deepest point in my soul and found some forgiveness. Yes , I did it; I let go of my hate and my anger. I gave what I thought I didn't have and man do I feel grand!

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There , I said it. I even said the magic word.I can't believe this is happening to me; I used to be such a change-seeker. The word "change" in itself used to excite me, so did "new beginnings", "starting over", "moving on",...etc. But now, I'm terrified of change, in the last year or so, all change has been bad bad bad. Anything that happened on its own has not been to my favor. I thought it was

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So I have a new job. A cool new job. As in, given the circumstances, one couldn't have wished for more. People are nice and friendly, very close to home, good salary and compensation package, and GCS has a lot that reminds me of my dear beloved OC. The new desk, on the 9th floor, overlooks Heliolido sporting club, just like mine, on the 11th floor, used to overlook Shooting club. My team have

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Diet (5) After my four days break, i went on one more diet. This one was more about small quantities every two hours.. which , if you know me at all, is so unlike me. I hardly ever have breakfast, let alone snack between breakfast and lunch, and I usually have a good lunch then perhaps a dessert or dinner. Anyway.. this diet was torture.. besides the multi-meal thing, it was so full on fruits (

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The increasing number of subjects that I don't want to talk about lately is becoming alarming. I'm assuming this means that I'm not happy where my life is going or at least where my life "is" right now. I'm becoming tense and irritable. A handful! Even my best friends are tired of my constant complaints (at least I'm smart enough to know that without them having to mention it). But really.. it's

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I couldn't sleep the night before night.. or rather had something between nightmares and interrupt rest filled with stomach cramps. By 8 a.m , I was so in pain, I decided I might as well get up, eat something in order to be able to take some pain killers, which I did! But nothing worked..And hey, there's the feeling quit down regarding the job market in Egypt? It's like nothing is interesting out

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It all started when I realized that I heard more stories in the last year about people who took off to "find their true selves", "search for the truth" or "look for the meaning of life" than I have ever heard in my life. I guess in the past, I've always heard about it in movies ; the middle-aged American millionaire who achieved everything in life and feels empty sells his entire company and use

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There is this emptiness. And apparently , I'm not the only one feeling it; others feel it too, or at least have felt it. I've talked to some, heard the story of others, read (and reading ) books. It may just be a phase , but its challenging me mentally. I gave quite an introduction but still haven't mentioned what the hell I mean. That's really it.. I don't "exactly" know what I mean.. I know it

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Diet (3 and 4)After the hell caused by Diet 2, I wanted something slightly more "edible" when I visited my Dr. I said I could go on a diet for 9 days , even if its hard, because I knew I was not gonna follow any instructions while in Alex for 4 days. So I was given two diets, the cantaloupe diet and the "Cesar salad" which by the way, has nothing to do with the actual Cesar salad except that it

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Or in other words ; zeww goes on a diet.(1) Prelude Once upon a time, long long ago, zeww used to be thin and beautiful. Well, she did always have some *minor* weight issues, but those were mostly controlled. Then about 6 months ago, an evil witch got so jealous and casted a spell on her. Ever since, zeww has been gaining weight and her usual weight control methods stopped working. So, under so

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وسيم , جذاب , ذو شخصية آخاذة ,مبهر في كل شئعيناه تكلمها بلغة ,لا يفهمها إلا هيو ضحكته كفيلة أن تجعل من أي حزن , فرح و سعادةشغفته حباً و عشقاً ًو لكنه يسافر كثيراًو يغيب طويلا و تنقطع أخبارهو ذات يوم ,تقابلا , و التقت أعينهماو ظنت ؛ ربما , و لما لا؟و عادات العادات و المكالماتو ملأ قلبها الأملثم سافرو انقطعت الأخبارفإنتظرت و تمنتثم أنتظرت و بكتثم أنتظرتو ما اصعب الانتظار, فهو يزيد الحيران حيرةثم

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I haven't had a chance to "read" in a while, but then, in my last Alex trip, I gave some time to reading out what I missed. I also had the chance to watch a few movies which I wanted to see. I thought I might as well share some short reviews.Books:Brida - Paulo CoelhoA typical Paulo Coelho by all means. It's an easy read, you find yourself turning pages and feeling fulfilled by the amount of

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Does it bother anyone, other than me, how the security personnel at the malls go through your bags ? I mean, it's one thing that we're probably the only country in the world where a shopping mall is treated , with regards to security regulations, as an airport; with the dogs sniffing around your car before you enter the parking lot, metal detector gates that you pass through, machines to monitor

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I have no idea how it does this to you, but Alexandria has this effect of evoking long lost and buried memories. None of those memories are related to Alexandria per se, I only went there for a single day as an adult and perhaps one or two other times when I was under 8. Although it was a very peaceful weekend, it just brought all sorts of sadness. The moment I reached Cairo, I cried for 3 hours

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مش عارفة الموضوع ده بيحصل للناس كلها ولا لي انا بس , دائما كانت أمي تدعو لي دعوات على مزجها , ماهاش أي علاقة باللي انا فعلا عيزاه . يعني مثلا لأكون مزنوقة في قرشين و لأقولها يا ماما أدعيلي ربنا يفك ديقتي , تقوم تدعيلي مثلا بإبن الحلال أو أقولها أدعيلي ربنا يوفقني مثلا في اجتماع مهم في الشغل , هي تدعيلي مثلا ربنا يوقفلي في طريقي ولاد الحلال. كله حجات من النوع ده لحد ما أنا اصلا قلت خلاص هي مع

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I'm just not a wedding person. Plain and simple. Not only did I always not like them, but also, it grows worse every wedding. Anyway, last Friday, I went to the wedding of a close friend of mine from school. And although non-customary, I really wanted to go, AND I thought I looked nice. I went to the wedding, met my school friends (who are mostly guys) and some other people I know. So, on the

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I didn't get to tell you about Feb. Well, I sort of did; I've been blogging more than usual. But I didn't tell you how it ended. Feb started with questioning my choices, my friends, my decision and my lifestyle (-1 point). It was a tough start, especially when M gave me a hard time (-1) but that ended well when I realized that I do have very supportive and very understanding friends who actually

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Dearest readers,I just wanted to let you know I'm doing great. I mean, at the end,despite the bumpy ride and the multiple attempts to spoil it, February wasn't that bad after-all. I'll detail more on that tomorrow, but now I'll sleep.Good night!

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I had a funny feeling when I passed beside 11 Nadi El-Seid (OC's old office). I felt some sort of pride mixed with a bit of nostalgia, but no, I didn't feel sad. I miss you OC, but I'll make you proud!

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"snooze" كل يوم يبدأ المنبه يرن الساعة سابعة و نصف. ثم تبدأ قصة الصبح المعهودة .ابص للسقف شوية و بعدين أدووس مرة و اثنين و ثلاثة. احيانا اقعد على الحال ده ساعة او اكثر. كل مرة بيكون في حجة جديدة ؛ مرة اقول الجو بارد , خليني تحت الغطاء شوية , و مرة أقول أنا معنديش اجتماعات مهمة , ممكن اروح الشغل متأخر , و كتير فى الحقيقة أقوم من السرير , افتح الدولاب و ارجع ثانى السرير افكر ممكن البس ايه انهار

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Ain't it just typical; the moment you take a decision, the whole world conspires to make sure you don't follow through! You start a diet, then you get invited for tea and brownies. You start working out , then travel for the week.You plan and plan and usually fail! But you know what Murphy , not this time! I'm determined to make it through..A little song for you friends who still manage to keep

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So this quote is moving around facebook "Life in three words; it goes on"It's not like I didn't know that. I always did. In fact, I've always depended on that fact; knowing that eventually life goes on, as in not wait for me, as in, time will pass keda keda regardless of me doing or not doing anything with it. I think as much as that fact is comforting in itself, people like myself ,

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Remember this? It's happening again.Stop!Stop it, really!Why do you? There's no need to do that. Seriously, you don't have to. How much more do you think you need to hurt me?I've had enough of those promises and it's not like you have to. Really, just stop.And you know, claiming you didn't ever make promises isn't helping. You make these promises with your whole being. You made silent promises.

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I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Dearest Mostafa,I miss you so much. It's not like I didn't expect it, but really, I can't get my life back straight since you're gone. First it was work, which I sorted out. Then came the loneliness , so I got in touch with friends. Then it was the energy so I gave myself some time to recharge. then there was ... and there was and there was... For every problem isolated, there is a solution. But

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email مافيش facebook ولا رسائل على و طبعا الموبيل بطل يرن من زمانكان في مرحلة في حياتي الموبيل كان مؤدب و بيسمع الكلام , كنت بس ابصيله يرن على طولبس ده كان زماندلوقتي ولا الهواممكن اقعد ابص للصبح و لا هيعبرنيمش بس كده , دلوقتي لما حتى بطلب الارقام , من كتر ما الناس كلها مشغولة , بقيت الرسالة المسجلة بتقولي"هذا الرقم , بجد, مش عايز يرد عليكي . مفيش حد عايز يعبرك , قومي شوفي حاجة مفيدة

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I'd like to think I'm not a high-tempered neurotic person nor am I a calm and quiet one either. Pretty much a normal girl who tries hard to keep my emotional outbursts to the minimum in public. I don't know how long has this been happening, but it's a recent thing, probably a couple of months or so. It's like because so many feelings and emotions are kept inside, I sort of get those emotional

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Like I always say, I hate to be the person who shares the sad news but fails to update you when something pleasant happens. I got some amazing feedback on this post. Not only that, but I was faced with another situation worth sharing.A friend calls me to invite me to dinner at her house and actually asked , "Yasmine, we would be serving some wine, would you mind?". And I thought nobody asks any

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نفسىانام في حضنكو احط رأسي على صدركو تلف ايداك حوليو اسمع نغمة دقات قلبكو اغمض عينايو ادوب في حبك و دفئكو بعدين اصحى و افتح عينايو الاقيك لسه جنبي مش حيلة , ضحك بيها خيالي علي

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Ok, so most of you don't know this about me, but it has been about 5-6 years when I made my decision not to hang out with people while consuming alcohol. I don't have any objections to people consuming alcohol on their own, nor would it change my impression/liking of them. Just not while I'm around, for religious reasons.Last night, in a social event with some friends and their friends, people

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أتعجب كيف للإنسان تلك القدرة العجيبة لإسترجاع الذكريات المؤلمة... او بمعنى أدق , اتعجب من قدرة الانسان من "النكد على نفسه" و تجاهل كل قراراته ان يكون متفائل و ان يأخذ بزمام الامور. وجدت نفسى مستغرقة في البكاء و انا اشاهد مجموعة من الصور القديمة و استرجع الذكريات المرتبطة بها , و في تلك اللحظة كان امامي اختيارين : الاول الاستسلام لحنين الماضي و قراءة مدونتي القديمة و المراسلات المتعلقة بتك

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Is really, "all well in love and ware" ? Just a thought!

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I'm sure I mentioned this before here, how much I hate the new year with all its resolutions that never get done. Usually the new year blues continue till a little after my birthday (21 Jan). I'm usually disappointed about the things that I should have done and didn't or disturbed on how fast the year before flew. Well not this year! 2009 was the sorriest excuse of a year I had to go through. It

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I thought about it over and over again and I made my decision. Had it been a normal feature however big, we would have decided its not worth the effort. But wait, why compare it to a feature when its much much more. Had it been a proposed new project, the feasibility study would prove it not worthwhile, so we won't bother.So, I did study all the aspects, examine them closely and took a rational

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" Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you." -- Memoirs of a Geisha

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Days go by...People come and go...Everything changes...Except that foolish heart of hers, it keeps singing the same old song!Love me love mesay that you love mefool me fool mego on and fool melove me love mepretend that you love meleave me leave mejust say that you need me

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Sleep is the escape and the solution to most problems.Cheers!

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OCSeems I'm not getting over you. I keep thinking of you and all the times we had together; the fun and the not so fun. I remember the days I used to complain, I was so naive, forgive me, I now know how much of an idiot I was to be sad in such a heaven.I miss everything about you. I miss hanging out with Mai, Roger, and Jaz in our office to brainstorm about problems that face us in work as well

Zewwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487830205768164458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846179113536062114.post-31390759756827072012009-11-27T15:49:00.003+02:002009-12-05T21:54:40.608+02:00

Although it doesn't make any sense why so would like to read my venting and pouring out my pointless thoughts, but since some do, then they deserve an update.Family matters are working fine now, Karim (the bro) katab kitabo, Yousra (the sis) turned 18 and got her driver's license. Relationship with parents improving. We had a death in the family though which made me contemplate and think a a

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Their eyes met. And with no introduction, she felt her spirits lifted, as his eyes whispered some hidden secret to hers. They exchanged a casual conversation and she excused herself and left. They met again a couple of days later, he left the room as swiftly as he entered. She wished she could talk to him, get to know him better, but it was not the time nor place.Sounds like a couple of lines

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As a follow up to my post wait and see I decided to approach life, one bulk at a time. To be honest, it wasn't a "decision", rather , life started to sort out parts of itself, if that makes any sense.Work started to take a different turn after we launch the website Tuesday night. Lots of attitudes have changed. I realized there were some people do appreciate one's work, some very interesting

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They say they love you , but they keep trying to change you.So what is it that you love about me, if you want to turn me into you?

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Besides loosing the ability to put my feelings and thoughts into writing, I realized that most of the time it's becoming easier for me not to talk stuff. I'd feel this huge load on my chest, keep thinking about it for hours, days and sometimes weeks, perhaps giving some main headlines to close friends, but not talk it off like I used to do in the past. I don't know if I lost the will to talk or

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Out of the blue and without any introductions, I just want to share with you the most optimistic ayah in the Quraan."قُلْ يَا عِبَادِيَ الَّذِينَ أَسْرَفُوا عَلَى أَنفُسِهِمْ لا تَقْنَطُوا مِن رَّحْمَةِ اللَّهِ إِنَّ اللَّهَ يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ جَمِيعًا إِنَّهُ هُوَ الْغَفُورُ الرَّحِيمُ"""O my Servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not of the Mercy of God: for God forgives

Zewwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487830205768164458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846179113536062114.post-23391254700626663752009-10-20T20:11:00.002+02:002009-10-20T20:15:58.319+02:00

A note to myself and anyone who can use a piece of advice:Stop being kind and understanding. Kind and understanding are the reason you are a push-over!

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With my new job, I changed work location from Dokki, to Garden City. With the major parking issues in Garden City, I thought I'll park at the other side of Al Qasr Al Einy Street and walk a a couple of mins to the office. Aside from the fact that I failed at that horrendously , it's the walk that is important.The walk to the office would last from 5 to 15 mins depending on how far I parked.

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Yesterday was my first day at the new office. I can't say that things happened fast, actually, it was a slow and painful decay. We've been struggling for about a year , trying as hard as we can. But unlike movies where when you gather all your willpower and energy things work well, they didn't. (which is another thing that movies don't tell you; It's not always true that when you work hard,

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The hard part is, as it turns out, I'm not the protagonist in my own biography.And everybody else lives happily ever after.The End.

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How does one differentiate between fear of something new and a bad hunch?Given a hunch is your inner feeling or your intuition,And since everyone is saying against it,And since everyone is always right, and its only after you're almost drowned that you realized you should have listened.Does this mean you should listen this time too?And if so, what do you do about this bad feeling tying you down?

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Did you ever wish that someone in your life just disappears along with all the memories associated with them? Just like deleting a folder off their computer, doesn't the system ask you if you're sure you want to delete all the files inside it?That's exactly what I want to do. I can't hate that person enough, I should hate him more, I just don't have it in me to hate someone that much. It kills me

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Do you guys know what happens inside the brain when try to convince yourself and believe in things that by definition are unnatural to you?Imagine a security gate at the entrance of your brain, which stops every incoming idea/value/theory/rule/analysis of situations/decisions... etc before it enters to question it and see where it fits within the natural classification of the brain. By natural

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I just realized I never mentioned the other blog here..Well I started another blog just for the cards so that I don't confuse interested followers of this one.If you are interested though, check http://zewwcards.blogspot.com/

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Theories of brain structure and function have it that there are two sides of the brain: the right and left sides. The left side of the brain leans towards(or get stimulated by) logic, sequence, details, rules, facts, words and languages, practicality, strategies and patterns. The right side , on the other hand, gets stimulated by imagination, colors, symbols, images, spaces, feelings, intuition ,

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Tell me somethingeverythinganything!Tell me heroic stories from your pastwhen you slayed dragonswon many heartsor learnt to play the guitarTell me of places, so far away,where the earth never touches the skyTell me of mountains, of fountains ,of castles so highTell me with poetryTell me with wordsTell me with songsTell me with musicTell me with paintingsTell me with sculpturesTell me any way you

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Warning: Angry post ahead.. read at your own risk.Yesterday, I had dinner with a few people from work. We went to this traditional kebab place in Agouza called El-Me3'arbel (food is really good by the way) but the evening was ruined for me. 3 of us entered slightly later than the rest of the group; we sat at the end of a long table. It was a crowded little place so all the tables where sort of

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The intro:A good friend told me, "Yasmine, there are no winners here. Just cut the chase, go down with your boots on and get it over with". And he was right (and I am soooooo grateful). I did go down to the bottom of the matter, but with a smile and high heals.The upside:1- I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest2- They feel happy and proud and flattered. It feels amazing to make a

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Yesterday Nag introduced me to what google knows, which is pure fun. Reaching number 102, 103 and 104, I just found myself smiling, I do know these lines, I know they're definitely about poker (which I love by the way) but could not remember where I heard them in that order. Then today I remembered; I heard them in my dad's old records collection. See, my dad is a fan of Kenny Rogers and probably

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In those rare moments when we bear our souls to each other, and still keep our smiles, I realize that friendship is indeed a miracle and that I have been blessed by having you!

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I've been dying to see them ever since I was in London in 2004. They were starting their show perhaps a week or so after I leave back to Cairo so I didn't get the chance. They announced they were coming to Egypt around two months ago and I decided nothing will stop me from going, until I heard that the ticket prices start from 400LE. And that was the point when most the friends, who said they'll

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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

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After looking at the stars for the last three minutes she looked at him and said, " Tell me 3 logical reasons why I should say yes"He replied without hesitation, "First of all, you love me.."She interrupted, "that's not a logical reason, that's appealing to my emotions!"He sighed and said , "Well, I will answer your question only after you answer one of mine "Perplexed she said "Shoot!"He asked,

Zewwhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487830205768164458noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846179113536062114.post-83755206797609348872008-11-19T09:28:00.009+02:002008-11-20T14:25:51.019+02:00

Previously on soundtrack of life: intro, the ex, the workout , and friends.--- Going to work ---In the romantic comedy, the scene starts by her waking up , with a smile on her face, like she just had the most wonderful dream, then looks at the alarm clock and starts cursing and swearing that she woke up late for the millionth time. In a flash we see her all dressed , and ready to walk out the

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To know where this post comes from, read the intro , the ex and the workout .----Friends----In the romantic comedy, the friends are the core of the girls life. She's on the phone with them while at work , goes out with them after work, they represent her alternative family; giving her advise, cheering her up while she's down, and go love her regardless of her awkwardness. In fact, they are

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Following the intro and part 1, I present you with:----The Workout----In the romantic comedy we always see a scene of her working out. It will usually follow a transformation point when she decided to make herself a better person, loose weight, quite smoking, dump the lame boyfriend, move to a better job, pursue her dream of being an actress/dancer/fashion designer/ Cello Player or something.

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After we stated the facts here , I'll just do a little comparison, (1) if my life was a romantic comedy, (2) if it was drama movie, and (3) the documentary or in other words..real life. I'll take a few scenes and compare a little bit in each case.. ----The Ex---- In the romantic comedy, we'll always have the pleasure and peace of mind in knowing that the ex was a complete @$$&0!* who didn't

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