A piece of my mind

You know when things happen so fast and then one day you realize, "Hell, I've been hit by a train!". No complaints, bel 3aks, alhamdulilah, I've been on a cheerful roller coaster ride which I hope never ends, but then... Yep.. there's always a but, isn't there? But then, in one week, three  close encounters  of the first and second type , leaving you slightly discombobulated with a need to stop and wonder.. where am I going? and for how long?

Ok.. happy post, second time in a row.. how rare!? Well, it seems I did something right at some point! I have no idea what, but it's paying off nicely. From 4 different people, in the same week, I hear amazing complements, that would make , even a super model blush. And guess what, that includes my uncle, whom although I know loves me very much, never ever said anything cute to me. Regardless, life is good alhamdulilah, especially that its Ramadan ( I love Ramadan). Of course there are the usual ups and downs at work and otherwise, but overall... it's good! Happy Ramadan everyone!

In life, there are a few rare moments when you feel life is good to you. For the 5th day in a row, I go to bed with a smile on my face. To this, I am grateful.

This probably is the most eloquent post I've ever written. I can only think of one word: FUCK!

I officially became everything that I hate; a spoilt defensive brat, a drama queen, and above all a parasite.

Silly girl! What have you got yourself into, silly girl?! It's a deadlock silly girl. Run! Silly girl! Drop your expectations , wants and needs. What are you thinking? Who do you think you are? It is not about you at the end of the day; you are nothing but a peg in the big machine. Life will go on with or without you. Silly girl! It will only you who will get hurt, again. Run, silly girl, run! Silly girl! Society will never forgive you, silly girl! If you want the life you're leading drop it now and run. Run like there's no tomorrow. Run and never look back. And if you cry, dry your tears, and keep running; it was you who brought it down upon yourself!

 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...