A piece of my mind

... when the feelings of love are so overwhelming yet not reciprocated... when there's a lot of giving you want to give but are suffocated... it's either no one deserves it.. or everyone does; but you just don't know how.. when you feel like sharing and you find no one who cares or no one worth sharing ... when you feel like screaming but there's just no air so you can't even hear yourself scream.. or even worse, when it's too wide of a space.. so the echoes of your voice return back to haunt you, to torture you and leave you more pain... So you say I'll dance and I'll smile... if I fake it long enough I know I can make it.. but you don't.. and you look in the mirror to see a you that you don't recognize what you see.. i say "what " because it is a mess.. a mess you caused by all your faking.. and it doesn't get better, but you hope and you say.. one day things will be better, I will be better , prettier.. inside and out.. calmer, ...

I havent had the opportunity to update my blog for a while. It being Ramadan and all, the time just flies too fast. However, in the last 10 days alot has happened which I intended to blog but never got the time to do it. In reverse chronological order, find some meaningless blah blah below: Thursday 4th October: Meyo's birthday! Nag,Sherif (Meyo's hubby), Omar , BooDy and I, prepared a small intimate surprise party for Meyo. Although naturally, I always run late, short on time and lost. We managed to pull our plan through, and she had fun alhamdulilah. I think we all did! One thing I realized though, I really AM intimidating when people first meet me. I need to work on that, don't know how.. but I'll try! Any suggestions? (Pictures on facebook ) Wednesday 3rd October: OC iftar! OC arrange a company iftar at Andrea Mariotteya. It was awesome, we had so much fun and so much "tahyees". I ,literally, laughed till my mouth hurt. We also got a cake for Meyo's p...

"It's really nice to meet you", he says to her as he picks his car keys and wallet from the table in front of him, then he stands up , smiles and says "Goodbye everyone". People greet him back and he starts walking towards the door. "Hold on a minute", she says as she picks up her handbag , "I have to leave ,too. Why don't you walk me to my car?!" "My pleasure." "Bye guys", she says as she walks out the door," see you Sunday!" "Mohammed", she says, clearly looking a bit nervous, starts to speak , no words come out of her mouth and she sighs.. nervously. "Yes?"he replies, confused by her confusion. "I know this will sound strange, but.. But hear me out.. ok?" "Sure" and he nods "So , as it happens is it cynical world of ours, we have everyone and everything in common but we never met, so.." "But", he tries to interrupt "Please don't interrup...

Below are a number of random drafts that I wrote down with the intention of completing at some point but never did. I quickly edited them and posted them here. Ramadan Effect Peace and calmness are the first effects of Tarawee7. Like a long lost friend that one's really happy to meet. But with Ramadan, comes a lot of annoying commitments, like routine family gatherings and headaches. I enjoy experimenting with new recipes and it makes my day when I find that people actually like them. I hate the Ramadan traffic, especially this year that work is so far from home. I'm looking forward to going to "El Leila el Kebeera" in wekalet el ghory, an annual tradition I started a couple of Ramadan's ago. I feel extatic seeing the "fanous" shops with all those colorful designs; so I changed my status name on facebook to "Yasmine is a glittery fanous on a starry Ramadan night!". It feels quite festive. My newest Ramadan trends...gym after Tarawee7.. how coo...

Warning: this post might appear to be a bit too girlie than most of my other posts. I generally hate coiffures/hair dressers/hair stylists/ beauticians or whatever else they prefer to call themselves. Actually, hate is not very relevant. Using detest, abhor or loathe will be more likely. It's one of the things I keep delaying and delaying hoping that the need will go away. Just like an annual checkup or a dentist's appointment. See I can't remember having my hair trimmed and going home happy that they have trimmed the exact length I wanted. I never had it cut and was proud of the new look. Or changing the color at the salon and feeling fulfilled. I resorted to not having my hair cut, nor trimmed and to using home coloring techniques for a while. But then an occasional henna night or a girlie night so I fall under the social pressure to have my hair styled. Even then, styling always leave feeling unhappy, not so stylish and anticipating the end of the evening so I can go b...

I woke up today and realized that , for no particular reason, I just feel happy and optimistic. You know the little random things that leave us happy and smiling? Many of those little things occurred in summer, and although I usually hate summer, I would say it was this one was pretty good. Let me elaborate: Meeting old friends by chance; Viva facebook. I found, school friends, IBM friends, London friends, ITWorx friends and even my primary school teacher! Reading a good book. Well this summer I read several, "The city of dreaming books", "Witch of Portobello", "Taxi", re-read "Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy", and finally the amazing "The curious incident of a dog in the nighttime" Finding something I thought I lost; well first, I found my smile again and my belief in fairytales. I found a CD of mp3s and photos that I thought I lost. Getting introduced to someone interesting ; I met so many interesting people. Some I heard of before, ...

I'd like to share with you some "real" stuff , that I just knew recently, that prove that love does exist. I wont mention names, because most people value their privacy. *One* They've been together around 4 years, they still wear matching flip flops and Nike sweatshirts. *Two* They face tons of problems everyday, just a sample of which will cause any couple to get a divorce. After she cries her eyes out blaming the entire world on her misfortune; she'd tell us; "Still, God has compensated me for all the misery by having him in my life." *Three* He has been dead 6 years now. She still wears black, celebrates their anniversary, and says that she has never met anyone half the man he is. *Four* They've been married almost 30 years now, the kids are in their twenties. And even though they feel they are oceans apart, he still takes her out for coffee every other week. They have been seen to hold hands while going out on these scarce but genuine dates. *F...