El-Donia Zay El-Morge7a
..yom ta7t we fo2.
So.
Yeah.
It’s been a long time.
I’m feeling strangely shy. As if I’m just getting to know all of you.
But.
I received six marriage proposals this month. A personal record.
Oh, and, I lived through a revolution.
But, you know, somehow, my biggest problem is still finding a guy. That’s how shallow I am.
I’m not in the mood to write. Haven’t been for months.
But one of this blog’s biggest fans, Tarek Shalaby, has been arrested.
So, I dedicate this post to him. One of those completely ay kalam, armchair activism, pointless things. read more »
Firing Up
Insanity abounds.
This has me all fired up.
And this makes me want to take to the streets:
It’s just so confusing.
Part of me just wants everything to go back to normal, because it’s scary and because a future without Mubarak is so unclear.
But the bigger part of me wants everything to change, for the better, and then for life to go on. read more »
Fuck this shit
A7a a7a a7a.
Sometimes, I feel like this world is nothing but a colossal joke.
The boy that broke my heart? Who used to be a really good friend? Haven’t heard from him in months. Our paths have crossed, but it’s always just been an awkward “hey.”
So here’s me trying to move on, start things up with someone else, and then, out of the fucking blue, what do I get? A message from said boy, telling me he was very sorry for the way he had handled things. read more »
#Jan25
Downtown Cairo, 25th Jan 2011, @7pm
Confession:
I don’t care passionately about what’s going on in Egypt right now (Google is your best friend). read more »
Cheesy-ness
The man gave me a single, thorn-less, red rose.
Oh, how corny. I almost rolled my eyes.
I smiled, but dude, a single red rose? Really? read more »
This be me.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things
It’s Raining Men
Oh, hullo there everyone.
Miss me?
Yeah, I’ve missed you all too, walahy.
Been a depressed bunny for a while, and really really busy, so forgive me for disappearing on you all.
So, the boy broke my heart a little bit, I was emo for a while, and now I’m at the stage where I’m all “hm, it probably would have never worked out, I wouldn’t have been able to deal with that and that and that.” Where whenever I run into him my heart only jumps a tiny little bit.
At the same time, it’s still probably not a good sign that one of the reasons I’m thinking of getting engaged is so he can see the ring.
Oh yes, didn’t mention that. I’m seriously thinking about it. read more »
Catchy Catchy
Been on repeat in my head all day. Sometimes, you’re glad people can’t read minds.
Fatness
Today I felt like taking revenge against myself. So, I woke up, and proceeded to eat & drink, within the space of two hours:
1) Half a sandwich of melted cheese.
2) A burger sandwich with cheese and tomatoes and lettuce and ketchup
3) A slice of basboussa
4) A 250 chunk of thick Norwegian salmon with lemon.
5) Nescafe
6) Half a box of Anthon Berg chocolates with raspberry cream filling.
7) Half a Mars bar.
8 ) A small chunk of white sour cheese
And now I feel very, very sick.
I’ve been fat all my life.
Well, perhaps not as a fetus, but soon after that.
I was a chubby kid who ate too many fruit roll ups, but still not fat. read more »
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