Eavesdropping

Change the name of the game

2011-01-03T15:26:00.003+02:00

- "So that double standards dumb-ass that you call friend is giving you hell!"

- "Please don't call him so"

- "Honey that's what you call him when you aren't drowning in your tears like you are now"

- "I hate him and I hate you"

- "So if you are that angry, just go tell him you are angry there is no use bottling up your anger"

- "I will not tell him I am angry. When I tell him I am angry and I keep blaming him, what I am actually doing is giving him a chance to pretend to be the patient person who puts up with my ranting. Then, he would throw in a half hearted apology that he thinks would wipe the slate clean."

- "That's not enough for you, huh?"

- "No, it is not enough. I don't blame and cry and get the drama queen out to get the same attitude. I want an amended attitude."

- "But sweetheart, you are wasting your energy. You can't change the people to suit your preferences."

- "I am not."

- "You want an amendment. That is a change in its essence."

- "But I want things to go back to how they used to."

- "Nothing remains the same. But if you want a change so bad, you have got to make a decision to change them yourself. Change the name of the game."

- "Or maybe I should end it. It is better to have no game."

هذه المرة

2010-09-27T10:52:00.001+03:00

هذه المرة و أنت تهجرني لن تنهمر دموعي

كنت تشكو إلي مني كما هي عادتك القبيحة

هذه المرة لن أسعى لمنعك سأتركك لتذهب و لن تجد عشرات الرسائل مني تسألك عما أغضبك و لا رسالة واحدة تطلب مغفرتك

هذه المرة لن أعلن عن حزني لن يكون الأسود لون ملابسي الوحيد

لن أؤجل حفل عيد ميلادي حتى تعود. سأقف و أطفئ شمعة أخرى في عمري. و أحزن على عام أخر أمضيت أيامه إلى جوارك

ربما أبكي و أندم على أني انتظرت منك أن ترضى بما قسم الله لنا. ربما أقول لك ما كتمت طويلا. ربما أسألك لما لم تفعل شيئا !

لماذا ساقتك قدامك لتجد الأمان مع غيري ؟ لما تركت الحال على ما هو عليه و سعيت لترتاح بين ذراعي أخرى ؟

تراني أمي حائرة فتسأل عنك دون تردد ثم تلوموني و تتهمني بيتدليلك

لا أجد عزاء في صورنا سويا لكني أنظر إليها كأنها عمري كله

أتألم لفراقك كثيرا وكأني فقدت أسرتي بأكملها أو كأني فقدت طفلي حتى من فقدن أطفالهن يبقى لديهن الأمل

أتعرف ما الأمل؟ أم أنك تجمعه مع باقي أغراضك وانت تجهل ماهيته؟

Your First Breath

2010-08-24T00:57:00.002+02:00

He touches my face again, I know he is going to do it again and that it will hurt like hell.

"Come on, don't be scared. You know very well that no one dies out of this."

His hand slides to my neck and now his thumb and his index squeeze my neck.

"You know that the first breath you will take, after I release, will feel good." He whispers.

I don't resist, cause I have grown accustomed to not resisting his madness and foolishness. After all, my silence was perhaps an approval of his second attempt to bring me joy.

He finally lets go of my neck, "Feels good, right?"

I just nodded: "Yes, feels good cause I needed the air so bad."

And that's the story of us, he holds or releases me whenever he sees appropriate. With my needs irrelevant, he only gives when he things receiving would be the maximum joy I could experience.

Paulo Coelho said

2010-07-21T15:03:00.000+03:00

"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering."

Thought of the day

2010-07-18T10:05:00.000+03:00

I'm single, not crippled!

A Secret

2010-07-08T15:00:00.000+03:00

There is a look of comfort and confidence in the eyes of a woman emotionally secure, that attracts other men.

I am craving onions

2010-06-09T12:40:00.001+03:00

افتكرلك إيه يا بصلة كل عضه بدمعة
...

Minor Emotional Outburst

2010-06-05T00:00:00.003+03:00

She fought her tears as she said: "You never miss me, not at all."
He was startled with nothing to say in his defense but: "Who says so!"

His answer drove her nuts. She wanted to go on and on about how much he disregarded her and perhaps ignored her. Victimised by her powerful memory, she was flooded by a history of situations where she was simply overlooked. Anyone else can come before her. She never felt worthy of his emotional or moral support.

"But you can
Walk away
Run alone
Spend all your time
Thinking about the way things used to be
If love feels right
You work it out
You don't give it up
Baby"

"It is vibes." She mentally rejected mentioning particular situations.
"You know I am not mainstream, think anti-mainstream."
"Is that even a word?" That's all she could say, she couldn't hold her tears anymore.

He tried to comfort her. The one thing he has been failing to do recently.
Perhaps, she didn't know why she wanted him anymore and hence she purposefully aborted every trial of his to improve the situation. Perhaps, it is his constant confusion that kept her from looking up to him like before.

She was coming to the sad realisation that she has caught more speed on the start of their relationship and was now ahead of him. Her vision of the relationship was based on her wishes for the best rather than facts. It seems she had fallen for the image she built in her head for him, instead of falling for the real him.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and held her close. She resisted at first just to make him feel bad, then yielded in. She wondered inside her head: "Is that really where I should be?"

"You should take some time maybe sleep on it tonight
You should take some time baby hear the words I said
You should take some time think about your life
You should take some time before you throw it all away"

He whispered to her: "I am sorry." Then he kissed her and added: "We are OK."

And hence he successfully prevented her from contemplating all those questions inside her head. However, he has done absolutely nothing to make her feel any better.

"I ain't got the time
To sit here and wait around
But I got the time
If you say I'm what you want"

Why we aren't really OKAY?

2010-05-27T11:45:00.006+03:00

I am angry.
It feels like I was his friend, but he was never mine. I talk to him, he listens without a reaction. He would hardly ever share anything about himself. I am not allowed into his comfort zone.
I would (willingly) go places for him, and I naturally expect him to be giving. I would never intentionally annoy him, hence, I never thought my tolerance would be used. There are times, I wanted and tried to make him feel special. But I was never on the receiving side of that equation.

"Are we okay?" He asked.
"No we are not" I answered.
"I am sorry."
"It is not about apology. Apology doesn't mean that I would automatically feel better."
"But you cried over my shoulder."
"It doesn't mean that the bad you have done has been undone."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you keep on building walls between us with your attitude. And I go places to bring them down. Guess what, this wall is for you to practice breaking the ice."
He softly touches my shoulder saying: "It is okay."
I want to scream from the top of my lungs: "It is not fucking okay." But I don't voice out this feeling. I just say: "If I said what is on my mind, you would be hurt."
The ideas keep running back and forth in my head faster than the speed of light. I think maybe I should tell him what I really think and enjoy the relief and lose him forever. Or perhaps, it is just wise to let go of my anger at the gym and come back feeling better.

What a million hugs cannot compensate for is the fact that I felt like the worthless secondary option he has after he is done with the more interesting things in life. That's what I meant when I cried and asked: "Why are you doing this to me?"
I could be very good at coaxing him and lifting his spirits when he allows me. I can't say that my tricks would work on me, if he ever bothered test them. However, I would say that I can't bring this last wall down on my own and I don't know how to have it broken down.

"We ARE okay, right?" He asked.
"No we are not" I answered.

Babe, you seriously need...

2010-05-20T15:59:00.000+03:00

to hunt me down!

Mayo's Ultimate Guide to Losing a Guy (works also on jerks)

2010-03-21T15:24:00.002+02:00

Last night I was with a friend who decided that she wants to ditch a guy. It is necessary to mention that this girl was a run-away bride once; she manages to escape a guy but not drive him away. I don't remember walking out on a guy; I always remember driving them away. There is a certain philosophy and strategy associated with that. I will tell you all about it in the upcoming tips.

Of course most of the below guide is based on true stories, I hope no one takes offense when they read it. I will not mention names. :)

Commitment phobics: you are going to love this.

1. It is all about the selection:
This is easy. You have to have the wrong guy, the impossible guy, the taken guy, you name it. Start with the guy who needs work, knowing that you are not up to all that effort. This is not mandatory, my tips can work on a perfect match too.

2. The other woman:
Now the other woman exists in all relationships. You can be the other woman (ie go for the married guy) or you can go for your friend's ex, or the guy who was ditched by your friend, a guy with a female best friend. How does this serve the inevitable break up?? Well, the fact that he did like your friend before, or any other woman that you know, will torture you keep you up all night. You will have no outlet of your emotions except to vent out at him.

3. Be Annoyingly Jealous:
You should not accept his personal space, his friends, his late night outings with guy friends, his late working hours and of course "the other woman". These are his ways of avoiding you.

4. Create Unnecessary Confrontations:
Of course, this is highly recommended after the best dinner ever or better after a friend's wedding or engagement. Go and tell him: "I feel like there is a glass wall between us, it is not like the old days anymore". You should also try to shed a tear then.

5. Embrace his Obscurities:
This is obvious: Men and jerks alike prefer to bail out on those who supported them in their weak hours. So always be supportive and clingy in his lows he will always want you out of his life once he is back on his feet again.

6. Create Socially Uncomfortable Situations:
As easy as it sounds: hold his hand in front of the "big mouthed" common friend. Insist on PDA. Stare at him when you think he is doing something stupid (in a mommy like manner).

7. Go Nuts on him When You Feel he Comfortable
Just when you feel he is comfortable being himself with you, go ahead and take the liberty of disappearing, blocking him on instant messaging, not answering his calls. This is recommended when group activity is involved. Now everyone would know there is nasty gossip and something is going wrong between you.

8. Share Details
Men hate details. Use that: tell him about the dates of your periods, your pms and your ovulation. Believe me: even if he listens, he isn't the least interested.

9. Make Promises that You Can't Keep
Learn this trick from him. It is good practical training.

10. Bluff
No man likes to be played with.

That's all for me ladies. I can't be a worse friend now that I am recommending ways to lose the guy. Anyway, I hope you are all old and wise enough to know who is to be lost without regret and who is to keep.

I can't forgive you!

2010-02-14T12:36:00.003+02:00

A half hearted apology, that aims at listening to a few blame words then restarting the counter and feeling fresh, leaves me so upset. Don't count on me in giving you the a fake courage of having listened to blame.
You can't tell me you are sorry for being a nasty weird bitch and expect me to let go of the anger I have been bottling up for a few weeks. I am a woman, I can hold on to this anger forever.
If you want to apologise for being weird and claim you are having a hard time, stop being weird so I can listen to you.
And just for the record: No, it wasn't when the time was wrong.

If you can't say it on FB or MSN, you have your blog

2010-02-11T14:12:00.002+02:00

So here I am, doing one of the most irritating things ever. Here you go an annonymous PDA. I miss him but I can't stand the idea of seeing him or talking to him.
I don't like to be taken for granted. I can't handle the feeling of being around a person who is a miser about his emotion.
And let me be honest, people see me always independant, the moment I need support or ask for it they are shocked. As if it is shameful that I am a little weak.
And even if I am asking for support cause I need to be pampered, what is so bad about it.
It is extremely uncomfortable when people are emotionally distant because they are overwhelming themselves with new misery from around the globe. Even worse, they would go the extra mile for anyone but you. You are the strong girl.
I am not strong, you have to occassionally take care of me. I know I used to make my own sandwiches with I was in school. I know I paid for my masters and my car and I know I can handle all the shit. But then don't I desrve a shoulder to lay my head on after all the shit, or in the breaks between every troublesome day and the following one.
I am wondering if people see me as emotionally undeserving or they see me as not in need for emotions. Is everyone I know practically selfish, sissy and gay? Why is it always easier to tell me NO, than to say it to anybody else?
And finally.. I will not admit to you that I have been missing you, because you haven't done anything worthy of being missed.

The Wisdom I Learned in 28 Years

2010-02-05T22:06:00.002+02:00

No one cares about your back pain, or any other sort ailment you might be going through, except your mother, and your new boyfriend (if you have been in his life for less than a month)

Having a migraine!

2009-08-28T15:27:00.008+02:00

Every time I have one of those migraine fits I promise myself I am going to document how it feels, physically and emotionally. But when it is over, I barely find the strength to remember it again.

After being the victim of migraine for over two years now, I am making peace with it, talking about it and admitting that it makes me some times angry that I want to bang my head into the wall. It makes me sad, that I wish my life would end. It causes me pain beyond belief.

The Triggers

Usually, stress does it for me. But since I am documenting today only, I will tell you about this time. It was a picture. 2 days ago, I found a pin badge of a picture of me and someone else. The looks in our eyes tore through my heart. I looked things that I don't look like any more; little relaxed, secure and boastful. I brushed off the picture, threw it back where it was in the drawer. The thoughts I spent the remains of the day pondering on were means by which I can dispose this pin badge.

That day was also busy with exams and studying. I spent a lot of time using the computer and going back to the book. At 7 I left the house and drove some 15 kms for the exam and then back home. Right after I got out of the exam, I felt some cramps on the left thigh and the small of my back.

I got home that night at 11, after avoiding a couple of offers to meet some people.

The Silent Aggravation

I had intended to go shopping on Thursday morning. But all plans to do anything or meet up with anyone just crack up. Some overwhelming avoidance takes over me. So I didn't buy what I wanted to wear to meet up with friends. I even in the early hours of Thursday, made plans to meet another group of people on the other side of town.

I wanted to hide, I got dressed in very plain clothes, my hair was a mess and I didn't care. I picked up a couple of friends and took the ring road to the other side of town. Totally ignoring who I was meeting on our side of town. But I left with a note that I might come late.

When I didn't show up, I received a subtle blame on the phone. I was driving. That blame came during a 30 minute drive in the crowded old Cairo. Then and only then, I realized I had escaped the other meeting without sufficient justification. It hit me that I wanted to go and perhaps I was punishing myself.

Then and only then, I asked my companions if any of them had some pain killers for headache. But when they said they had, I thanked them because I thought that the medication was too powerful for someone who will drive in an hour and needs to remain alert.
The fresh air, the scent of old Cairo and its people didn't do anything to take my mind off the fact that I had been mean to myself.

Right after I left,I was so dizzy trying to find out why the Turkish coffee didn't work, and why I am on my way home. I had ideas of calling on of my friends going out.

The Attack

I had my little laptop on! I was staring at the screen aimlessly. I needed to talk and I needed a friend. The pain, that had extended across my left arm and leg, and the left side of my face was unbearable and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I kept drying them and telling myself that I am fine and it is ok to be a little upset sometimes.

My feelings of anger were really sharp then, so was my sadness and disappointment at matters that mean nothing. I had never felt that fragile before. Thoughts, bad and angry, were racing through my head at speed of light. Only one person was on my mind with a lot of mixed feelings. "I hate you ... Don't leave me!" "I love you ... Go away!"
With the same pace of the thoughts, memories were going in my head. All about the same person. Good memories, bad ones. Major highs, ultimate disappointments.
Then fears of what I want and what I might do. I felt so much anger inside me that could have killed me. I felt so much false hope that I wanted to laugh at myself.
I kept crying and crying in my dark room hoping that the pain would go away, but I didn't. I was covered in sweat, motionless and aching until it was almost dawn.

The Aftermath

As the sun was rising, my body was cold so cold and I wanted a cover. I decided to get up to get it. But I couldn't. I couldn't sit up, lean on arm or bend a leg. I went back to where I was. Lifting up my arm, I looked at my palm and moved it with a lot of pain, every joint hurt. By mid day I started moving around again with less pain. But my head still hurt, it was hurt to move my face, neck or lips. I was as if a truck had just passed over me. I had no energy to do anything in the world.

Confused

2009-08-08T15:22:00.002+03:00

Summary of IDA Monthly Achievements

Shouldn't I be happy?
I should. I am counting down towards my final days at my current job, which I hate.
If you need more reference to how much I loved my job, go here.
There is no way that anyone can get rid of regret. Even when you choose the best of two bad options, or when you walk away from trouble, or when you quit a bad habit, or even have a new hobby.
You would always counter argue the benefits of your current situation with stuff like: I could have delayed my decision, I could have fought a little longer and got some privileges, Smoking was bad but fun, I can spend hours at the gym but it is very expensive.
So for my job, I could have made a right decision to go there to the best of my knowledge then.. But know to the best of my knowledge, I can't stay there for one more month.

Did I mention that one of my friends thinks that this job was slimming down my chances in getting married? Or did I tell you that my professor tells me that I am lair and a thief for accepting that job? Not that I agree with any of them, but this information would make me look more of a victim to the 5 people who will read this post.

I also found a cockroach in my coffee, the AC hasn't been working for over a month and the toilets and the dirtiest ever.

But all that wouldn't have mattered, if any of the assignments I had worked on had seen the light. I wouldn't have mattered if sick leaves were not deducted from my annual vacation balance. And finally, if I didn't have to rewrite each document no less than 30 times just to get it out in the perfect shape and have it thrown away.

Life is too short to spend in a job you don't like. It is also too short to spend jobless. All situations are unfair.

صياغة

2009-05-12T22:09:00.004+03:00

كريم حيث أن العلاقات الإنسانية لا يسعها ان تزداد حساسية أو تعقيداً أو حباً عن هذه العلاقة
يستأذن كريم ليقوم بالمشوار الصغير المعروف وهو زيارة الحمام بينما تجلس هى حائرة فى وحدتها فهى لا تعرف عن العالم إلا قليلاً ولا تستوعبها دونما ارشادته
أما هو مرشدها و حامل الراية والقائد لا يعرف مشاعره إتجاهها ولا يعرف إذا كان يريد الإرتباط بها أم لا وهى لا تسأل ولا تتسأل تتركه يستمتع بحريته. الحرية التى يسعى لها بكل جوارحه
يعود من مشواره الصغير ليقول:داليا أنا حاسيبيك
داليا: حتسيبنى؟
كريم: مش قصدى . أنا بس قصدى أنى لازم أمشى دلوقتى
داليا: بس دى طريقة غريبة قوى لصياغة الجملة سعدت داليا بنفسها سراً لاستخدامها لفظ صياغة
كريم: تصبحى على خير يا خير يا حبيبة قلبى
داليا: تصبح على خير يا كريم

تراجعت داليا فى كرسيها وجذبت خصلات شعرها فهذا هو الشئ الوحيد الذى تفعله دون الحاجة إلى مشورة او نصيحة من كريم. قالت لنفسها فى بؤس بس انت أصلأ يا كريم عمرك ما كنت معايا علشان تسيبنى

ثم أستدارت: زيزو التشيك بتاعى أنا وكريم من فضلك

فرد عليها: لا يا فندم استاذ كريم دفع الحساب تأمرى بحاجة تانية؟

Untitled

2009-05-03T11:51:00.006+03:00

Yesterday, as I was driving, or rather stuck inside, my car through some intersection in Gezert ElArab St., in the fancy Mohandessien, a little female beggar approached me. She put her fingers on the door, and stuck her head out looking at me through the closed window. She didn't say anything, I didn't say anything either. We both know what she wants, and she is so busy fearing the worst.

The car in front of me moved so I had to move with it to get out of that hell. I signaled her to get away. Needless to mention, I lost track of when I had become so heartless. After I stopped some 1 meter ahead, she came back. I kept looking at her, her dirty fingers, nostrils and ear cavities. The only thing I felt like giving her was a pack of wet wipes. This moment of staring at the poor girl's misery felt like ages. Then the tight traffic started to get lax and I had the chance to run away from that torture.

The thought on my poor mind was: "How the hell did your mother manage to become a parent? She doesn't deserve it. Some other people, including myself, can make much better parents."

I bet some of the readers are know running to the comment box to throw the usual: "Da nasseeb ya benty" or if they have some humour they would go with: "Balash 7eqd ya menafsena."

Our disfunctional society mocks the girl who doesn't succeed in relationships. Should she appear in any social gathering, she is asked about her second half. Who on Earth thinks you are whole.
She spends her days fearing becoming a copy or her divorced boss or her chronically single friends.

I secretly believe that all the girls who claim to need to practice motherhood need to practice something else. They must crawl before they walk, if you know what I mean. However, I will stick with the "I want to be a mother arguement." Now give me your sweet comments of: "Every woman can be a mom, what really matters is what kind of mom you are going to be."

Why can't they be moms?
The idea of adoption was brought into the spotlight when Laila Elwy and Samah Anwar went public with their adopted kids. Of course everyone thought that both of them had the child of the wedlock.
Now, if a girl in her late twenties or early thirties goes to her parents with the above suggestion, she will hear whatever her heart doesn't desire.

You can't take care of yourself, you want another human being totally dependant on you?
You spend all the day outdoor, who will take care of the baby?
Enty 3aiza elnas to2oll 3aleena eh?
If you do that, your chances in marriage are going to get slimmer.

The above are only examples, you can contribute with the replies you expect from your parents.

And then the poor girl wouldn't do the adoption she was looking forward to, she indulges herself in selfish activities or any other sort extremeism (yemken elneqab yegeeb el3arees). And one day, she finds herself fatherless, motherless and childless. She could have been lucky with a nephew or a niece or even more who get a huge part of her income. Not to mention that her siblings would be sucking her dry out of her money because they think she has no obligations and that they should enforce the equality of income distribution.

Kefaya nakad!!

P.S.: I am ovulating!

Why I am shocked..

2009-04-20T19:18:00.003+02:00

The only thought on my mind is: that what used to be ...

is now reduced to..

I don't know what to do and how to help.

I am not a big fan of Easter

2009-04-20T15:52:00.006+02:00

So let me be straight forward about it.. The first time I witnessed Easter I was 11 and I don't like it since then.

Starting with the facts: I don't know the difference between feseekh and renga. I practically don't care to learn the different names that we give to fish when it is rotten. My parents never bought it, the natural conclusion is they both never liked it.

I have this thing about not observing the traditions of any occaision. Proudly, I am the one who orders fish on the first day of the greater Bairam.

And now the coloured eggs, they are perfect as long as you are under the age of 10 or surrounded by children of that age. The issue of coloured eggs doesn't end there. My mom used to go on and on for hours about how I should not eat coloured eggs because we don't know if the colours used are safe or not.

Mom invented a new way, later on. She used to pierce the eggs, get empty them and use there insides for cooking. Then she gave us the semi-perfect shell for us to colour. Too much fun for my sisters, until an egg broke then the tragedy would start. However, my real tragedy was: I was already past the age of ten, and I was so uninterested.

I would want to go on with how much I loved the Easter outing which had elsa7er we elaragouz. But I think it is fair enough to tell you that I was 12 and 13 years old and dragged by my parents to such events for my sisters' entertainment. Of course any girl at the age of 12 day dreams about nothing but elaragouz beta3 sham elnessim's outing.

So today we are having steak for lunch, there is no fish in the house and I have not seen a single coloured egg. I am in peace with Easter.

ColorQuiz.com

2009-04-19T23:01:00.001+02:00

Mayo took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!

""Longs for a loving, caring, and supportive relati..."

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Free personality analysis of Mayo.
Generated on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 14:05:54 -0700

Mayo's Existing Situation

"Very emotional and artistic, enjoys being surrounded by beauty and art. Looking for a partner who always has an eye for beauty and who enjoys close, loving relationships."

Mayo's Stress Sources

"Has high standards and wants to make friends with those who have equally high standards; however, she has been unsuccessful in building these types of relationships. she is feeling under appreciated and her self-esteem is damaged because of it. she is uncomfortable with the situation and wishes to escape, but refuses to make compromises or lower her standards. Puts off resolving her problems because she afraid of the conflicts it may cause. In order to feel secure, she needs to feel appreciated by others so they will do what she asks of them and respect her opinions"

Mayo's Restrained Characteristics

Current events leave her feeling forced into compromise in order to avoid being cut off from affection or future cooperation.

Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief. she is able to find pleasure and happiness in sexual activity.

"Seeking to broaden her horizons and believes her hopes and dreams are realistic. Worries she may not be able to do the things she wants and needs to escape to a peaceful, quiet environment in order to restore her confidence."

"Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief. she is able to find pleasure and happiness in sexual activity, as long as there is not a lot of conflict or emotional difficulty."

Current events leave her feeling forced into compromise in order to avoid being cut off from affection or future cooperation.

Mayo's Desired Objective

"Longs for a loving, caring, and supportive relationship, and fanaticizes of living in perfect harmony with others. Has a strong desire for tenderness and affection and enjoys things which are artistically pleasing to the eye."

Mayo's Actual Problem

"Impressed by unique and one of a kind things, and by people with exceptional personalities. Tries to takes the characteristics she likes in other people and apply it to herself as well as coming across as a unique individual."

Mayo's Actual Problem #2

"Feeling tension and stress brought on by situations which are out of her control, leaves her feeling helpless, anxious, and in adequate. she tries to escape into a fantasy world where things go her way and her desires are easier to reach."

Quick Clarification - Expert Opinion

2009-03-20T22:31:00.003+02:00

Extract from John Gray's Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus

Note: It is along post... however, don't ignore the bold lines.

FINDING RELIEF THROUGH TALKING

When a woman is stressed she instinctively feels a need to talk about her feelings and all the possible problems that are associated with her feelings. When she begins talking she does not prioritize the significance of any problem. If she is upset, then she is upset about it all, big and small. She is not immediately concerned with finding solutions to her problems but rather seeks relief by expressing herself and being understood. By randomly talking about her problems, she becomes less upset.

As a man under stress tends to focus on one problem and forget others, a woman under stress tends to expand and become overwhelmed by all problems. By talking about all possible problems without focusing on problem solving she feels better. Through exploring her feelings in this process she gains a greater awareness of what is really bothering her, and then suddenly she is no longer so overwhelmed.

To feel better, women talk about past problems, future problems, potential problems, even problems that have no solutions. The more talk and exploration, the better they feel. This is the way women operate. To expect otherwise is to deny a woman her sense of self.

When a woman is overwhelmed she finds relief through talking in great detail about her various problems. Gradually, if she feels she is being heard, her stress disappears. After talking about one topic she will pause and then move on to the next. In this way she continues to expand talking about problems, worries, disappointments, and frustrations. These topics need not be in any order and tend to be logically unrelated. If she feels she is not being understood, her awareness may expand even further, and she may become upset about more problems.

Just as a man who is stuck in the cave needs little problems to distract him, a woman who doesnʹt feel heard will need to talk about other problems that are less immediate to feel relief. To forget her own painful feelings she may become emotionally involved in the problems of others. In addition she may find relief through discussing the problems of her friends, relatives, and associates. Whether she is talking about her problems or othersʹ problems, talking is a natural and healthy Venusian reaction to stress.

NOW MEN REACT WHEN WOMEN NEED TO TALK

When women talk about problems, men usually resist. A man assumes she is talking with him about her problems because she is holding him responsible. The more problems, the more he feels blamed. He does not realize that she is talking to feel better. A man doesnʹt know that she will appreciate it if he just listens.

Martians talk about problems for only two reasons: they are blaming someone or they are seeking advice. If a woman is really upset a man assumes she is blaming him. If she seems less upset, then he assumes she is asking for advice.

If he assumes she is asking for advice, then he puts on his Mr Fix‐It hat to solve her problems. If he assumes she is blaming him, then he draws his sword to protect himself from attack. In both cases, he soon finds it difficult to listen.

If he offers solutions to her problems, she just continues talking about more problems. After offering two or three solutions, he expects her to feel better. This is because Martians themselves feel better with solutions, as long as they have asked for a solution to be offered. When she doesnʹt feel better, he feels his solutions have been rejected, and he feels unappreciated.

On the other hand, if he feels attacked, then he begins to defend himself. He thinks if he explains himself that she will stop blaming him. The more he defends himself, however, the
more upset she becomes. He doesnʹt realize that explanations are not what she needs. She needs him to understand her feelings and let her move on to talk about more problems. If he is wise and lust listens, then a few moments after she is complaining about him, she will change the subject and talk about other problems as well.

Men also become particularly frustrated when a woman talks about problems that he can do nothing about. For example, when a woman is stressed she could complain:

• ʺIʹm not getting paid enough at work.ʺ
• ʺMY Aunt Louise is getting sicker and sicker, each year she gets sicker.ʺ
• ʺOur house just isnʹt big enough.ʺ
• ʺThis is such a dry season. When is it going to rain.
• ʺWe are almost overdrawn in our bank account.ʺ

A woman might make any of the above comments as a way of expressing her worries, disappointments, and frustrations. She may know that nothing more can be done to solve these problems, but to find relief she still needs to talk about them. She feels supported if the listener relates to her frustration and disappointment. She may, however, frustrate her mate partner‐unless he understands that she just needs to talk about it and then she will feet better.

Men also become impatient when women talk about problems in great detail. A man mistakenly assumes that when a woman talks in great detail that all the details are necessary for him to find a solution to her problem. He struggles to find their relevance and .becomes impatient. Again he doesnʹt realize that she is looking not for a solution from him but for his caring and understanding.

In addition, listening is difficult for a man because he mistakenly assumes there is a logical order when she randomly changes from one problem to another. After she has shared three or four problems he becomes extremely frustrated and confused trying logically to relate these problems.

Another reason a man may resist listening is that he is looking for the bottom line. He cannot begin formulating his solution until he knows the outcome. The more details she gives the more he is frustrated while listening. His frustration is lessened if he can remember that she is greatly benefiting by talking about the details. if he can remember that talking in detail is helping her to feel good, then he can relax. just as a man is fulfilled through working out the intricate details of solving a problem, a woman is fulfilled through talking about the details of her problems.

Something a woman can do to make it a little easier for a man is to let him know in advance the outcome of the story and then go back and give the details. Avoid keeping him in suspense. Women commonly enjoy letting the suspense build because it brings more
feeling into the story. Another woman appreciates this buildup, but a man can be easily frustrated.

The degree to which a man does not understand a woman is the degree to which he will resist her when she is talking about problems. As a man learns more how to fulfill a woman and provide her emotional support he discovers that listening Is not so difficult. More important, if a woman can remind a man that she just wants to talk about her problems and that he doesnʹt have to solve any of them, it can help him to relax and listen.

The Blessful Trade-Off

2009-02-22T22:46:00.005+02:00

I don't know what I am writing about in this post.

But bare with me and I will try to make myself clear by the end of this post.
It all started with a picture. A picture of an act on the stage of life, where another actress was playing a role I thought would have been mine.
Don't get me wrong. I am not sad at all. I don't care. On the contrary, I am kind of pleased I wasn't.

Sometime ago, I visualized myself in playing that role over and over again. But the day dreaming is now over. And the play was shown but I wasn't there.
The play was shown with its typical actors and audience, only I wasn't there.
On the bright side, I am not sad. I am so pleased.
I know, even though I never confess it, that I share part of the blame of why I am not the one up there.

My heart finds no desire to feel sadness or regret over that role. My heart is busy... busy enjoying how God has blessed me in more than one way with sufficient compensation. God has helped feel no desire for this part in that play. He has mercifully and wisely given me what I needed and taken away what I thought I wanted.

Thank you God! It was a trade-off in my best interest.

I know it is a bit corny but I will finish off with a song. Just don't take it literally.

Typical Egyptian Male (Part 2)

2008-12-11T17:53:00.006+02:00

11. He can't miss a chance to point out a flaw in you. "Isn't it about time you got that lasic operation."
12. He can't miss a chance to blame you. On the way out of a restaurant, he says: “Why didn't you get the bottle of water? I paid for it"
13. Whatever you do, he can't say a word of encouragement. "Oh my god, you paid money for this car!" "You are not doing your post graduate degree at the AUC, why the pain then?"
14. Being chased by a divorcee is a reason to make him proud of himself. "Soso betgry waraya."
15. The news of the same divorcee getting married all of sudden is nothing but a proof that she can't get him off her head. "Law maknetsh Soso fakadet elamal fi makanetsh etgawzet Heshmat."
16. Promises that he made early on, become negotiable by time. "Honey, I think I wouldn't be able to propose at the time being." This convo takes place 6 months after the promised wedding date.
17. If he sneezes, he spends an entire week in bed.
18. He has been a junkie, and a bearded religious man of god, and anything in between.
19. Definitely, when he graduated, he was qualified for a management position. It is only the luck of the competition that got them where they are now. "Tarek abouh kan gayblo wasta keda"
20. He considers obscenity an all-time humour. How many jokes do you hear starting with "Wa lama elmozza...."

Typical Egyptian Male (Part 1)

Typical Egyptian Male (Part 1)

2008-12-11T12:24:00.005+02:00

1. He lost all his savings; Stock Market, Rayan, Private Business, you name it.
2. He would rather be with a Russian girl, or any East European nationality for that matter. She wouldn't cost him after he had lost his money.
3. You are not allowed to do what he does. And that ranges from the simple issues of smoking and friends of the opposite sex to losing your virginity before marriage.
4. Your mom sucks and you listen to everything your mom says. Ever wondered who shaped that twisted perception; it his bloody mom.
5. You are fake and you are running after him, and that's why whenever he sees you he talks about nothing except a crush over an East European girl or the "Acclaimed 100, 000 LE" he lost in the stock market.
6. He has no sense of privacy whatsoever. He can browse the files on your mobile even without your approval. If you tell him "What the hell are you doing?" His answer would be "What the hell do you have to hide?"
7. He generalizes. You girls want to marry a rich guy. You girls would make a man miserable. You girls don't wear dresses.
8. He assumes that he is god's gift from heaven to you, and you don't desreve him. Hence he asks you to go over the border for him. "We are going to live with my mom." "I am only 30 Kgs over weight." "My ex loved more than you do and you have to be like her."
9. He sends you SMSs that go like this: "Ana Ga3an". And I envy those girls who manage to resist answering by "ETFA7".
10. He always has a silly excuse; from traffic jam to the silly boss to the money he has to make to please. "Who do I do all that for? I do it for you." So does that mean that he would leave the job if you break up, or that he would work less??

Wait for more....

Part 2

I'm not even trying

2008-12-06T00:58:00.004+02:00

This convo took place between myself and over 7 other people. I can't say enjoy, it is far from being fun.

Friend: Why do you have your personal message as bad mood.
Me: I am in a bad mood, I've been crying all morning
Friend: Anything went wrong?
Me: It has been a year since I left my previous job, during which I had not stopped looking for a job and I am still here
Friend: Work bothers us all, that's why we work
Me: I hate to repeat myself, my boss is a nightmare.
Friend: You chose it dear, live with it.
Me: It is not about the work, it is about having my boss as an example. Her life is a nightmare, she scares me.
Friend: Elaborate dear
Me: The melodrama, the loneliness, living alone. She has that life style and I am afraid of becoming her. I don't want to die alone, I don't want to die before I fall in love and live with the man I love.
Friend: You're still young.. you'll have plenty of time to feel this way when you're older live the moment.. don't spend your life waiting for a moment..
Me: Seeing your worst fears every day, doesn't transform you into an optimist
Friend: You are just stressed. It is PMT! Cheer up :)

The conclusion I reached the following day is: I have no compassion for her and I don't want to. I convinced myself that this is what's going to happen to me and to some of my friends eventually. I have to pretend that this life of loneliness is normal, acceptable and she is just spoiled.

Anticipating the pain

2008-10-09T14:26:00.006+02:00

They always say that fear of the worst is actually worse then the occurrence thereof.

Fear is bad! But I am not afraid, I am rather acknowledging what I have to go through the experience, through the pain I don't want to go through. I have to witness the fulfillment of the promise of future agony and pain coming my way. Having been there, hearing the words for myself, was not enough preparation. "Unfortunately, the only one who is going to suffer is going to be you."

Being told that you would pay the price for a particular mistake, is not like the actual suffering and paying of the price that takes place later on.

Being prepared, being equipped, being surrounded by buffers in the form of friends and silly hang outs and pointless talk doesn't make the fact that pain is coming your way and more acceptable.

Now every single incident looks like life is looking at you in anger and enacting its revenge against you.

I preach the following lesson so often, but I have yet to learn it.

Knowing the harm coming your way, doesn't make life better in the present and doesn't elevate the pain in the future.

Conclusion:
There is no conclusion, just like there is no action, nor choice.
Knowledge of the future without the ability to change the current situation, is like freedom within 2x2 metres prison cell.

موقف

2008-09-15T00:31:00.005+02:00

رساله1 الوقت 11:09
الراسل : أنا المرسل إليه: هو

أنا اجازة النهاردة، أنت حتخلص الميتنج الساعة كام؟

رساله2 الوقت 11:11
الراسل : هو المرسل إليه: أنا

الساعة أتنين يا حبيبتى على فكره وحشتينى قوى معرفش ليه؟

رساله3 الوقت 11:13
الراسل : أنا المرسل إليه: هو

علشان بقى لك كتير ما شوفتنيش. أنت وراك حاجة بعد الميتنج؟

رساله4 الوقت 11:16
الراسل : هو المرسل إليه: أنا

أيوه عندى

.............................................................

بعد مرور دقيقة

مكالمة 1
المتصل : هو المستقبل: أنا
ألو يا بيبى... أنا قلت بما انك مرديتش عليا يبقى فهمتينى غلط
أنا كان قصدى ان الحاجه اللى حعملها لما أخلص هيا أنت... أنى أقبلك

الدرس المستفاد

الرجالة ما بتجيش غير بضرب الجزمة

ان يكون لى رجلاً

2008-09-04T00:40:00.003+02:00

حاولت كثيراُ أن أتعرف على ذلك الإحساس الذى ينتاب المرأه وفى حياتها رحل بغض النظر عن صفته؛ قد يكون الاب أو الاخ أو الصدبق أو الحبيب أو الزوج. ما يهم هو أن يكون متواجداً و فاعلاً وليس استكمالاُ لمظهر اجتماعى فى مجتمع اختلت موازينه كمجتمعنا.

أحول ان الخص بعض المواقف التى تجعل العلاقة مغيرة لحياة المرأه دون أن احدد العلاقة فى اطار تلك المواقف.

أن يكون لى رجلاً:

- أن أشرق
- أن أكون بشوشة
- أن يسألنى الناس عن سر ثقتى بنفسى
- أن اتحرر مما يكبل عقلى

- أن استمتع بوقتى مع الأخرين حتى ولو لم تكن معى
- أن أبتسم دون سبب إلا انى تذكرتك
- أن يزول همى وقلقى بمجرد جلوسنا حتى ولو لم نتبادل الأحاديث
- أن أحدثك عن دون ان يمر كلامى على مقص الرقيب

- أن أرتدى ما أريد وما يعجبنى
- ألا أقلق بشأن ما على فعله لأنك بجانبى

- ألا اخاف وأنا وحدى لأنى لست وحيدة
- ألا أحتاج منك تبريراً لغيابك لأنى أتفهم ظروفك
- ألا تحتاج منى تبريراً
- أن أعرف الغيرة

أنا مش معلقة لك مشنقة بتكدب ليه

2008-08-25T22:13:00.004+03:00

عادة لما بكلم حد وما يردش عليا، مابموتش ولا بعتبر عدم الرد تغيراً جذرياُ فى مسار حياتى. إلا انى دائما أسمع ردود مزعجة جداً كتبرير

1. أصلى لسه مدفعتش الفاتورة فكانوا قاطعين الخط عليا
2. أصلى مسمعتوش
3. كنت مع ماما فى مشوار
4. ساعة ماكلمتينى كنت مشغول قوى
5. معلش
6. أنا كنت على المحور
7. موودى كان وحش قوى امبارح

كل ده من غير ما أسئل، كنت فين ساعة ماكلمتك. بس فى ناس بتحب تبررعلشان عارفين انهم غلطنين

لما انت مبتعرفش تطير.....

2008-08-23T00:08:00.003+03:00

مرة.حمار ونسر..إتفقوا إنهم يسافروا بالطيارة...وهم في الطيارة النسر داس على الزرار فجات المضيفة..
قالت له عايز ايه...؟
قال لها النسر بتعولق..
وعملها النسر مره ثانية وثالثة بنفس الطريقة...الحمار عمل زى النسر..

إشتكت المضيفة للكابتن قالت فية إثنين بيعاكسوني
قال لها ..إفتحي الشباك وإرميهم...

لما رمتهم المضيفة..
الحمار قال للنسر حنعمل ايه؟
النسر قاله حنطير بتعرف تطير؟
قال الحمار لا ...
قال النسر لما إنت مش بتعرف تطير بتتعولق ليه؟؟؟

النكتة دى مقدمة منطقية واستهلال لابد منه

وللحديث بقية

SMS

2008-06-06T13:01:00.002+03:00

تخرج من المكتب متجهة إلى الكافتريا. تمر عبر الوراق لتجده خارج غرفة الإجتماعات ويقف محاطاً بمجموعة من الزميلات.تصل الى خمسة ترفع يدها بالتحية وتمضى فى طريقها.

لم يسلم فكرها من أسئلة مثل "فى شركة لا تتعدى نسبة الإناث فيها 15% كيف تجمع خمس منهن حوله فى هذه الدقيقة بالذات؟" "هل تعمد أغاظتها بأى حال من الأحوال؟" "لماذا كل هذه الشعبية؟"

تاخذ كوب القهوة وتخرج لتجده يجرى بإتجاه غرفة الإجتماعات فتجرى يدها بحركة تلقائية إلى التليفون المحمول و تكتب:

"إيه الوقفة الجامدة دى والمزز حوليك؟"

يأتها الرد:

"إنت كمان وحشتينى ، أنا عاجبنى التايير اللى إنت لابسه النهارده قوى"

دى مش عيشة

2008-05-14T23:21:00.007+03:00

نور: مالك يا زفتة مكشره فى وشى ليه؟
هالة: أنا تعبانه قوى ومكتئبة
نور: وإيه الجديد؟ إنت على طول مكتئبة ومتضيقة وشابفه الدنيا صعبة
هالة: بس الوضع سيئ
نور: من الأخر انت منتخنقة مع تامر؟
هالة: أيوه
نور: ليه؟
هالة: هوا على طول مشغول وعنده مية حاجة يعملها أنا فين بقى من كل حياته يعنى أنا مواطن درجة تانبه فيها
نور: قولتى له الكلام ده
هالة: طبعاً
نور: هوا قال لك إيه؟
هالة: فال إن هوا مش بيتفسح وينبسط من غيرى هوا يا أما فى الشغل يا فى الشارع بيعمل مشاوير يا نايم فى البيت
نور: إيه بقى الشاوير؟
هالة: شقة اخته ، الفلوس اللى فى البورصة ، الأرض بتاعة 6 أكتوبر أى حاجة مش فارقة معاياز فأنا قلت له لما تبقى تخلص مشاويرك وفرح أختك كلمنى
نور: وهوا كان رده إيه؟
هالة: إن هوا كمان مش مبسوط وطلب من استحمله
نور: تستحملى لحد ما يحصل إيه؟
هالة: معرفش إنت عارفه قد إيه هوا فخور انه عمره ما بيوعد بحاجة
نور: سبيه يتفلق دى معرفة تقصر العمر

Why She Wants Out

2008-05-12T10:28:00.000+03:00

Life is so crappy

I am not half as happy

As I wanted to be

I even pay for my coffee

You make me angry

And ever so grumpy

You say life is bitch

You should be in a ditch

You say it would be better

But I say whatever

By then I won’t be here

حوار مع الذات

2008-04-30T00:35:00.002+03:00

هو ليه فى اى اجتماع عائلى مافيش سيرة غير الجواز. مستنيه ايه علشان تتجوزى؟؟ دا السؤال اللى زاى الرصاصة التى تعلن بدأ اى سباق
الله يرحم، اعدنا طول العمر نتكلم على المذكرة وفجأة مبقاش التقوق الدراسى أو المهنى مهم بقى كل همنا حتتجوزى امتى يا مصيبة؟
أنا لا أنكر انى قلقة ولكن بالنظر الى ما وصل اليه حال الصديقات المتزوجات وحال المعارف من الرجال وهم ما يطلق عليهم فى اللغة الإنجليزية لفظ -eligible bachelors - فإن الحال لا يسر. ولا حتى يشجع. بعنى أتنازل علشان واحد مش بحبه!

أنت بتقولى إيه لو فيه واحد مش بتحبيه يبقى فيه واحد بتحبيه!!!

لأ مافيش حد بحبه ولو فى أعتقد ان الولد اثبت لنا بالفعل لا بالقول ان هو مش بيحبنى

وبعدين هو انا لو جبت لأهلى اللى عاجبنى بجد فى حالة اليأس اللى وصلوا لها مش قائمة الإعتراصات حتخلص الحبر اللى فى التونر.

ما علينا

للحديث بقية

اللاميع لامييييييييع

2008-03-20T01:46:00.007+02:00

مها: ايه الشياكة دى يا هبة؟
هبة: بعض مما عندكم وبعدين هو عشاء الشركة ده مش مرة فى السنة برضوا
مها: فعلا علشان كدا الناس كلها مبسوطة وبتحتفل
هبة: ايه مناظر الاحتفال فرجينى
مها: سلمتى على أشرف سعد النهاردة
هبة: لأ اصله دخل مع سيكرتيرته السخيفة سمية أنا شفتها طالعة معه من الجراج بصيت مشوفتشعربيتها دى جاية معه برضوا
مها: هاها طبعاً روحى سلمى عليه وبصى على بقه كويس
هبة: انا ليه مش مطمنه لك؟؟
مها: أنا! دا أنا غالبنة غلب
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هبة: رحت يا اختى سلمت عليه
مها: و ايه؟
هبة: قولى انت
مها: الجليتر اللى مغرق بقه هاهاهاها شكله مسخرة
هبة: دا كان قصدك فعلاً؟
مها: دا كان قصدى طبعاً أنا لا أدعى البراءه بس لسه فاضل خطوة واحدة
هبة: لون الروج اللى سمية حطاه!!؟
مها: مش باين قوى بس لاميع
هبة: أنا مش قادره اصدق اللى بيجرى دا
مها: ذوقه مقرف.. بس المخدة متشيلش اتنين حلوين
هبة: انت غيرانه
مها: اه بس مش على أشرف الراجل على أشرف المدير البنى أدم اللى بقاله سنين فى الشركة بيثبت نفسه علشان تيجى جربوعة زى سمية من كفرأبوطشط تهد كل حاجة
هبة: يمكن هيا اللى تسعده كل فوله مسوسه وليها كيال أعمى
مها: بس برضه الشغل مهم والسمعه أهم
هبة: يعنى لو اتجوزها هتحسى ان علاقتهم مقبوله
مها: على الاطلاق بتاتاً
هبة: بقولك ايه.. إياكش يولعوا هما الجوز خالى الشركة كلها تشوف الجليتر احنا مش هنقول له
مها: تفتكرى حيبان فى الصور؟؟

محدش مقدر

2008-03-11T23:21:00.007+02:00

دششششششششششش صوت موبيل بيترمى على الترابيزة
رامى: أووووووووووووووف
هبة وشريف فى نفس واحد: مالك بس؟
رامى: أنا مش فاهم هيا عايزه ايه
شريف : هيا مين
رامى: دينا
هبة تتحول من التعاطف إلى لمحة من الغضب : أنا عارفة وانت يا شريف عارف دينا زعلانة ليه؟
شريف: لا مش فاهم
رامى: لما انتى فاهمها كده ما تتجوزيها انت يا ست هبة. أنا عمال احرق فى دمى علشان نتنيل على عنا نتجوزوهيا بتعمل مشاكل
هبة: لأ انت مش بتقدر انت مش فاهم حاجة انت مش همك الا نفسك انت عايز تاحد بس مش بتعرف تدى يا ششش رامى
شريف: عمل ايه رامى علشان تطيحى فى بالشكل ده اهدى من فضلك
هبة : اللى بيعمل حاجة غلط بيبقى عارف بظبط هوا عمل ايه بس بيستهبل ومعدوش نقطة دم مش حاسس بالناس اللى حارقة دمها علشانه دى مبقتش عييييييييشه
صمت رهيب
رامى: يا شريف اعتقد ان هبة بتتكلم عليك
شريف: أنا مش فاهم هيا عايزه ايه ما حنا كنا كويسيين انا خلاص زهقت
رامى: طب ما نكلم دينا نسألها هبة زعلانة ليه؟ أكيد هى مقدره مش شريرة زينا ومش بتقدر
هبة: ايوه هيا بنى ادمه أنتوا حلاليف
رامى: ما أنا قلت لك من الأول انتوا ربنا يخليكوا لبعض وأنا وشريف ربنا يخلينا لبعض
هبة: مش قلت لك انت حلوف؟؟

ليه يا هالة تخدى نمرة تليفون د.محمود

2008-03-05T14:12:00.013+02:00

تامر: انت اخدتى نمرة د. محمود واحنا قاعدين
هالة: اه ما انت عارف ان منى تعبانة واحنا بندورلها على دكتور كويس
تامر: تعبانة من ايه دى عندها حساسية
هالة: مش د. محمود دا دكتور جلدية برضه
تامر: وانتى اخدتى نمرة تليفونه ليه
هالة: علشان أديها لمنى
تامر: كان ممكن تخدى البزينس كارد
هالة: ماكنش معاه
تامر: كان ممكن تخدى ورقة تكتبى عليها عنوان العيادة أو حتى تسألينى أنا عارف عيادته فين
هالة: أنا مش فاهمة، إيه المشكلة؟
تامر: لما تخدى نمرة تليفون حد دى حاجة شخصية لما تخدى عنوان العيادة دا شغل
هالة: أنا أخدت نمرة العيادة برضوا
تامر: انت بتتصرفى بعفوية شديدة وفاكره ان كل حاجة مفهاش مشكلة
هالة: انت بقيت معقد أنا كنت فاكره ان انت فاهمنى.... مش زى بقية الغجر
تامر: انت متعرفيش محمود هوا من النوع اللى بيلوك كتير و بيطلع اشاعات ويقول انا عرفت فلانه و علانه ودى جاتلى العيادة ودى .. ودى
هالة: وأنا مالى أنا هادى النمره لمنى وهى تتصرف
تامر: مش كان أحسن تقوليلى يا هالة
هالة: سيب ايدى
تامر: على فكرة بأه محمود دكتور مش كويس. كل الهلومة دى علشان والده دكتور ممتاز. انا حتى مره سألته على حاجه وسألت والده عليها راح هو مدينى رأى متناقض تماما مع رأى أبوه. فعرفت أن هو مش دكتور قد كدا.......... أصلاً أحنا نقول لمنى تروح فى المواعيد اللى والده بيروح فيها
هالة: سيب ايدى. وبعدين أنا مش فاهمه كل القلق دا من ايه هو أنا حاكلمه أصلاً؟؟
تامر: ما هو لما ميلقيش منك رجا حيبتدى حراكاته اياها. أنا عارف محمود من أيام الشقاوة. طول عمره يبيتكلم وحش عن بنات أنا اعرفهم شخصياً وبيقول عليهم كلام غلط.
أنا بأه عمرى ما صعت مع واحده وفقلت لصحابى الولاد
مثلاً يعنى عمرك سمعتى طارق بيقول حاجة عن صحبنا بتوع زمان
هالة: لأ أبدا هو مقالش حاجة خالص بس مافيش حد مايعرفش حكايتك مع ندا و من وجهة نظر طارق. بلاش الدفاع القوى دا
تامر: انت قفشتى؟
هالة: انت تغيظ

كلمة بحبك لما جتلى وقلتها

2008-03-02T13:33:00.003+02:00

أحمد يقرأ الجرائد بمنتهى التركيز بينما تجلس داليا بقربه حاملة تليفونه المحمول وتعبث به

داليا: دون أن ترفع عيناها عن المحمول أحمد هوا أنا قلت لك قبل كده أنا قد إيه بحبك

I care about you

أحمد: لأ بس إيه المناسبة؟

داليا: لازم يعنى يبقى فى مناسبة

أحمد: لأ صحيح

داليا: ابداً أصل فى حد أعرفة كان بيشتكى كتير ان مراته مش بتعبر عن مشاعرها كويس ودا ضيقه كتير معاها

أحمد: يعنى دا عامة بيبقى مقدمة لكلام كتير من عينة شوفت الناس ولاد الكلب عملوا فيا ايه و تعيطى وأطبطب عليكى

داليا: لأ ماكنتش ناويه أعمل كدا طبعاً

أحمد: بس كدا

داليا: اه، هو الواحد مايعرفش يعبر عن مشعاره فى البلد دى؟

تعود داليا للمحمول بينما يترك أحمد الجريده ويمسك يدها طبعاً علشان يأخد المحمول بخفة يد

أحمد: أنا كمان I care about you أنا حقوم بأه علشان أروح أوصل مراتى عند خالتها. باى يا بابى

داليا: باى يا حبيبى

أنا من ضيع فى الأوهام عمراً

2008-02-29T23:51:00.009+02:00

هبة: بت يا مها، الواد عمر دا لايق عليكى قوى
مها: اتلهى
هبة: أنا بتكلم بجد المره دى، انتى عارفه نتى عندى كوم والعيال صحبنا كلها كوم تانى
مها: عايزه تقولى ايه طيب؟
هبة: ما فيش ...... الولد لطيف وأنا شايفه انه اكتر واحد لايق عليكى فى الدنيا من كل الناس اللى نعرفهم
مها: وايه تانى؟
هبة: ماهو ماسك ودنك طول النهار على التشات وبيكلمك
مها: مش قوى كده
هبة: بعنى شكله مهتم وبعدين ما انتوا صحاب
مها: اقوم أنا ميوظة الصحوبيه دى بان انا ارسم عليه
هبة: يعنى هوا مش مبين حاجة
مها: لأ، قولي لى انتى، هوا انتى لاحظتى حاجة؟
هبة: لأ هو بس انكوا بتكلموا بعض
مها: ماكل الناس فاضيه بتقضى وقت فراغها على التليفون
هبة: خلاص خليكى قاعدة فاضيه كده على طول، بس انتى عارفه هوا ليه مش متجوز لحد دلوقتى؟
مها: (نظرة غباء من إيهم) هوا انا عارفه أنا ليه مش متجوزه لحد دلوقتى

استهبال

2008-02-29T22:59:00.014+02:00

فتاه1: قمتى روحتى فين؟
فتاه2: قمت أشوف شريف أصل هو رنلى
فتاه1: كان عايز ايه...
فتاه2 تقلب وشها
فتاه1: ماهو فى الترابيزه اللى جمبنا ما يجى
فتاه2: قمت أشوفوا عايز ايه قام قايلى إية ده هوا تيليفونى كلمك لوحده
فتاه1: لا والله
فتاه2: استهبال قوى
فتاه1: دا بيرسم رسمى
فتاه2: دا عوج كل لما ابقى لطيفه معاه يعمل حركه زى دى لو اديته على دماغه حيتعدل
فتاه1: هوا عجبك طيب؟
فتاه2: لأ
.....
فتاه2: انتى عارفه موضوع كريم
فتاه1: أنا عارفه بس هو شريف عارف؟
..........
فتاه2: لأ
فتاه1: بس موضوع كريم وصل لحاره سد
فتاه2: هوا أنا بارضوا معنديش مانع أشوف حد غير كريم بس بارضو شريف عوج
فتاه1: انتى عارفه انتى عايزه ايه
فتاه2: لأ
فتاه1: طب اتفلقى
كريم: انتوا بتنموا على ايه يا بنات؟؟