Living in a Barbie world

Barbie is a spoilt brat always neatly dressed, nicely groomed, she has a full wardrobe of branded bags n shoes etc.

Barbie is surrounded by a bunch of very good looking friends, Ken, Midge, Stacey and so on..

and she lives in a fancy house ...in short she leads a wonderful live.

OK similarly but on a smaller scale my life in Abu Dhabi is a Barbie one: i have a packed wardrobe of expensive clothes, bags, shoes n accessories.

Me too am living in a nice apt and surrounded by good looking friends.

If one day Barbie's doll house comes apart it will still be okay coz at the end of the day Barbie is an "IT" she will recover instantly you will simply comb her hair, arrange her dress and place her back next to Ken.

But when my world comes apart it's a different story coz am a "SHE" combing my hair and patting my cheeks won't do it.

My fake friends won't give me any consolation either coz they r fake.

Choosing the Barbie life was my own doing but now it became so phony it's strangling me.

I need my real friends back my real life even if it means going back to all the problems that came along.
At least it was a life.

Hookah

My newly discovered passion!!!
Hookah, hubbly bubbly, shisha, waterpipe, nargileh, goza sooo many names for such a lovely thing.
As per wikipedia my shisha is defined as :
A hookah (Hindustani: हुक़्क़ा (Devanagari), حقّہ (Nastaleeq) huqqah) also known as a waterpipe is a single or multi-stemmed (often glass-based) instrument for smoking in which the smoke is cooled and filtered by passing through water. The tobacco smoked is referred to as shisha or sheesha. Originally from the Indian Subcontinent,hookah has gained popularity, especially in the Middle East and is gaining popularity in North America, Europe, Australia and Brazil.
^{That was in brief the description of my new hobby...addiction?!?
We were introduced in 2009 and it was love at 1st sight. Have to admit the beginning was kinda edgy with coughing and stuff but we hit it off right away :))))
Accompanied with Tea with mint and your in 9th heaven. It helped me through horrible companies when you can't find a shit to say(and mind you that happens alot), you just pretend you're just wasted in shisha.
Smoking a shisha is 10 times as harmful as smoking one ciggy but soooooo whhhhhhhaaat  so many years have been wasted already what's a few years gonna add?
Is it addiction? Well if you call thrice a week addiction than hell yes. There no place i 'd rather be right now than sequoya with ola hubbling bubbling surrounded by lovely shisha smoking people at a place jammed with smoke haaaa....
I went to the extent of getting myself one at home okay okay not to be compared with the biiiig original cairo ones but it's a consolation sort of.
Yes Noha I resisted alot and it was high time i give in...Shisha you're more than welcomed in my life please take the lead.}

Smokey Robinson & The Miracles-The Tears Of A Clown

You can run but you sure can't hide...

1.From your past:Sadly it's an integral part of you and it's a promo of your future. 2.From your flaws: They are right there sticking their tongue back at you and assuring you that learning from your mistakes is not your area. 3.From your choices:Who are still and will affect your future no matter how much you try to change course. 4.From your luck:Yes some people are bourne lucky and some are simply "YOU" and that's a fact of life! Live with it... 5.From your self: Dissatisfied from yourself?? well run as fast and furious as you can but you will still return to this lousy person with all its past, flaws, choices, luck so you'd better stick around as no one else wants to. 6.Your life: As ending it is hardly an option so tough luck champ try to hang on there and survive whatever shit is thrown at you. How? Wish i had an answer to that one...que sera sera

Face Off

To all you Bankers out there...how many times were you sitting with your non-bankers i.e lucky friends at a restaurant...cheque comes...you will split the invoice..being a banker you are naturally expected to divide 470 by 6 without the slightest problem and when you naturally fail and reach out to your mobile calculator, the non bankers start making fun of you and wonder how a banker is not able to solve the slightest mathematical problem like 470 by 6...
what is the natural answer??? you gyus don't know a thing being a banker does not mean we use our minds...what are calculators and excel sheets for?
Truth is we eliminated our minds..technology as much as it facilitates stuff it lead us to being lazy...from calculators, to pcs to even the TV that you switch on in order not to think get your mind off whatever...ok to cut it short WE DON'T THINK ANYMORE...
What brought this? ok just an article made me think...Gosh that's good...the idle organ lying inside my head is finally being used..
The article was called " Discovering the real me is quite the nuisance" Google it if you like Khalij Times May 07th issue...
If not, then let me summarize it, it's about the value of discovering the inner you..
Seems like there is an industry out there helping people to dig deep in order to discover hidden stuff about themselves...their unmasked selves!!
Good idea...is it not?
Well, not according to the article; it says ok so you visit that shrink pay sums of money to discover your real persona...What if you don't like it?Your real and true self?
You spend years trying to hide/tame/work on that old person and you managed successfully to turn this person into you..."assuming you like you ofcourse" and it was not an easy task...and after all these years of hard work you get to meet that old buddy the old you...whome you gave a complete make over to and surprise surprise you dont want to be that person, but too late you freed the genie in the bottle!
What a battle
Ok that was more or less the article.
Now me:Right, we work on ourselves..to be tougher, less tensed, more this less that etc...and you are kinda okay with it this new you gets you thru tough times, he stands by you...
As for me i dont really know how much i changed if any..oh yeah i became less trusting or so i like to think actually i am still stupid old me! Is this sad or what?
Change is necessary..not changing is pathetic coz life is nothing but a series of experiences and if these (whether good or bad) don't change you...then you are an idiot
So i guess knowing that you have evolved is good, comforting and unless the new person is a complete jerk you'r better off now life lead you there..
How that article lead me to think? Dunno the idea was interesting...do I want to know my old me? To start with is there a new me? What are the corrective steps? etc.etc.etc...Forget all that it's just an interesting article

To Cairo with Love

This post was meant to be written in Cairo before leaving but something was holding me back...regardless of what i might say at times like Cairo is jammed, i hate its traffic, pollution bla bla bla, Cairo remains very special to me
Today i was having lunch with my lebanese friend and i started bragging about dear old Cairo just when he said yeah but that was loooong back, it's not as u describe it anymore...
But no I said, that's the beauty of Cairo, even though it's crowded, poor at places, not as clean ...it's still and will remain a charming place...its beauty never fades
It's indiscribable ...a city filled with controversy..filthy rich and extremely poor, elegant yet vulgar, new and old...u name it whatever ur taste it Cairo will entertain u...
Will not even talk about people and my personal experience there...I had a rough time at first but people where all around me to ease the pain.
In this context Sameh n Ola u r the best, Ashraf n Nermine thx for being u..
While searching for a pic to download i really didnt know which one to add?
Cairo is sooooo full, pharaonic Cairo, islamic Cairo, new Cairo, Seqoya our favourite hangout...hmmm what?? well in the absence of a seqoya pic that would the place right i chose Khan El Khalili ...i can almost smell the fresh spices when remembering the market...i love Cairo and i can go on and on about it and i still can't explain why i left it despite all this love... again another controversy can't live with and can't live without u.....luv u

I hate packing !!!

i remember the times when packing was a fun activity.That was in the good old days.
Back then packing was associated with a vacation.Travelling was and still is my favourite hobby.
After the move to the UAE suddenly packing became a horrible experience.
Not just because the excess of any exercise makes it loose its appeal and makes it somehow boring no sir that's not it, it's because it was not associated to fun anymore.
It was either me packing in a haste to catch some plane home because of some unpleasant circumstances, or packing filled with sorrow as i was leaving mom and friends to go back to the UAE.
I still remember mom's filled with agony question whenever i come near the luggage: Will you start packing?
Even more dreadful than packing is packaging or moving.
Gosh how i hate these boxes.
The site of an empty apartment filled with selotape, paper, bubble paper is so sad.
How happy or sad you were during the time you spent in this apartment makes zero difference. Both cases awful.
It seems like all the years and memories you spent/have there are packed in some serialed boxes.
Each item in there means something to you ..but not to the movers who treat it with utmost indifference and raise eyebrows when you make a fuss about a small wooden frame which couldnt cost more than EGP 10/-.
It's true moving comes along with new beginnings but it also puts and end to a chapter maybe more of your life..
Well that's how i feel about packing now and i don't think it will ever change...
As for the moving one could look it at it both ways i mean it could be a happy or sad excerise depends on the kind of person you are ....
If anything am not the optimistic one right now i hate packing and moving!

What a mess!!!

A FB colleague posted the following question: What is the thing that annoys you the most now?
Many things annoy me ofcourse ut i never tried to pinpoint the thing that annoys me the most...
Right now my mind is as cluttered as my closet...many stuff lying everywhere and trying to find an item seems like a mission impossible.
Anyways, this guy's question made me search harder in the closet i mean in my mind and the answer came out even more annoying than the question...it's the person that is supposed to be the closest to me"MY FATHER".
It's not missing my mother, my boss, the miserable job, the bad financials, cairo traffic it's my dad
Yes it's an annoying discovery...has he always been annoying me? NO
Was he always such a jerk? NO
Is it old age, my mother's death? Possible..
Could it be me?
Even more annoying...i cannot forgive him letting her die...it should've been him instead. at least this is what i always expected...he failed me..unknowingly
I know i have no right to think this way, i know i should be patient after all he's old and my father...i can't help it though no matter how hard i try.
The mere daily phonecall is a dread..a charade ..he's not attempting even to patch things up...what to do? It's getting messier by the day and Yes Wissam now i've learned life ain't easy...
At least not for me.