STAY AWAY

How bad could the people around impact you…

You go and say to your self how strong and willing you are and how “what ever what happens” you wont let people around you change who you really are. But guess what (YOU ARE WRONG)…

I my self was one of those people, I am in my own world living in my white quite shell until BOOOOM there she was.

Short chick she was (is). Big dull eyes, very small lips “not to be seen at all”, un recognized features I have to say. Always covered in black, way TOOOO skinny and so harsh tone of voice. To me she looks like an under covered witch. (surely this is all after so many incidents with her, I have to be fare some how).

When I first got to know her she seemed to me like a Mother Teresa (or at least she wanted to look like one). Caring, giving, warm and loving but behind you she could poke you with a hook saying it was he sister who did it.

Now skipping all the incidents which accord and from reading so many books about SAICOPATHES I began to wonder. When do they really need to be locked behind white rooms or bars? Do we really have to wait for them to kill some one or become literally insane for us to take an action?

Ok I am being a bit sarcastic about things but come on people. Can’s you see? Some times a human mind can do something bad to harm another but can a normal human mind have two different personalities where he/she does the damage and play the innocent part. I am writing thing cause I can see every one around me not feeling the second she but yet they treat her with pureness while she is eating their flesh.

Uhhh what ever… I am back

Me & my soul mate

“and they lived happily ever after”

That’s what every single story I can remember reading ends up with, but, in the real life happily ever after doesn’t exist (unless you enjoy watching Shrek in lala land). Who is your soul mate? Is the one you find now will still be your soul mate after 10 years? Are we ready to commit for ever and ever? Why do we get married? Is it for breading?

The subject opened up from a girl’s group cession that I joined in Dubai. It was about Arabic women and how they dealt with the daily pressure in life. While I was on silent observing every one around me for the first hour I noticed that most of the young women attended were ether divorced, separated or on a limbo commitment. My questions started targeting individuals to avoid insulting them or getting them to feel unconfident although I knew that I was invading their privacy but I still went on. The subject went out loud whit in few minutes turning to discussions and debates.

(I got my divorce knowing deep inside that I can find someone better out there)… That was her comment giving me a slight curiosity about her dark mind. So you didn’t have any problems during your marriage? I asked. (Not really.. I had a peaceful life with him but he wasn’t the one that I could call my soul mate and I wasn’t ready to continue with my life just for the sake of marriage) as bold as she was I liked her answer. She loved her emotions and was ready to face the unknown even when she wasn’t sure her soul mate existed out there…

Unfortunately me admiring this lady didn’t last that long. Yes it was a smart answer, maybe, but what if she found her “soul mate" now and 10 years in her relation had passed, would they still have the same attraction, interest, likeness or feelings? That means every time she doesn’t feel the same she’ll leave him seeking for another… if that’s it, then she’s lucky (being sarcastic).

Now, are we have great expectations on our partners and that’s why we are losing them within time? Remembering my grand mother’s and mother’s generation divorce and separation where not a trend. It was rare and not acceptable. Today a woman just stood in front of every one (still admiring her being outrageous) and said indirectly that she’s going to seek for her man no matter what religion, morals, decency or even respect has to say.

Ya jama3a, how pity…

ENCHANTED aweeeeen...

Movies… I love kids movies with all the imaginations and the innocent laughter. The Enchanted was the movie that I went to watch with babies cuddling along with me, surprise it wasn’t a movie you could take children to. The first song was about (THE FIRST KISS) and the perfect lips. UHHHHH I was stuck in that chair and was too late for me to leave.

Hoping the movie will not continue on the same level unfortunately it did and even worst. As we went on watching all those stupid love parts, love songs and camera been zoomed on the lips while kissing.

I heard about brain washing but this time I really felt it, mothers and fathers with their kids were laughing while the movie was targeting corruption. Now the child will just watch a love movie but wait until he/she turns 10 and above. The movie, the moments and the curiosity will still be there. Our kids will live in corruption and our new generation will aim for sex before their age.

If I haven’t been living abroad I would say (I’m too Arabic to write about kids movie in this way) but I’ve bee living in UK and been opened kids channel every day. They were so careful of what they show their kids. I have never seen any grown up picture or heard any love conversations in kids channel. I surely don’t recall seeing a kissing part.

Did the cinema management watch the movie before showing it to the public? Or is it CoOol and civilized having movies shown openly even to our children? Did any one feel what I felt while the movie was playing? Is there any thing wrong here or is it just me???

I felt uhhhh, what ever...

I was interviewed by a magazine called ( #^&&^#@%) about woman in careers and as you know something has to happen with my stories…

Mrs. SHE called me while I was so busy at work… Madam (,,,,,,,)
ME : Aha speaking… ( ohooo mno hai ba3ad )

Mrs. SHE …… subject above
ME : Aha……. ( leesh radeet ya rabi???)

Mrs. SHE : Ok then appointment set for tomorrow at 9.00
ME : Aha …….. typing……..

Mrs. SHE : Then I’m confirming all details of our conversation
ME : Aha …….. YA FLAAN TAKE A COPY OF THIS AND FILE THE ORIGINAL…. Hallo aha

Mrs. SHE : Blab blab la blab la blab la blab la
ME : Aha

Mrs. SHE: Ok?
ME : Aha ok (big smile on my face)

After all the suffering that I went through with that weird thing and all the aha’s that I gave she ended the phone call by doing me a favor Mrs. SHE asking me pitifully : would you want me to fax or even email you the questions of the interview???)

ME: (Uhhhhhh???, you &%#**##) Ya sure my fax is 24…….. and my email is …..@......com

Mrs. SHE: ok dear bye then
ME : mmmmm bye?

Uhhhh what does she think I’m a bimbo? First time being interviewed? Won’t know how to answer questions? Did I sound stupid? DO I LOOK BLOND???
“ sorry blondies no offence”

LOVE???

Ya jama3a I am in LOVE with my self,…

How do you fall in love with another person when you know that he’ll be the one who’ll hurt you the most?

How can you fall in love when there is always the possibility to fall out of it??

How can you even think of being with your opposite sex when you are so much NOT alike and you always criticize each other???

Well I’ll never have the answers of any of my questions,…. Do you?

I have to say (not proudly) I am becoming bored of what’s around me, I don’t think that’s the right word though. May be what I meant to say was NOT SATISFIED. Although I don’t think that’s it either… Hmmmm I began shredding my stuff on the table once I’m in the house and doing the same before I leave.

What am I trying to write here (I DON’T KNOW) but yalla… glad to be writing…

P.S to whom ever is still reading my lines: SORRY I usually make sense

I have stopped blogging for many reasons, but I can’t say that I don’t miss blogging and don’t miss each and every one of you reading my pages.

Life do not remain the same, things changes, people change and we all move on to a certain point or the other. I love writing silly stuff. I love joking around life but some times the joke turns on you. Always remember that every one will remain special to a person. And whether you like it or not there is always someone who is bigger and stronger than you so fear God and be kind to each other.

Hold on to memories. Don’t let them terminate them for you, for as long as you have them you’ll always keep your identity with. I miss old days, I miss who I was, but proud of who I turned out to be.

Thanks God for giving me strength, health and LIFE