Archive for January, 2010

The match has just ended with the blessed pharohes winning Algeria, 4-0! This was by far, the best thing I’ve ever got to witness. Best match, best game, best everything!!!!! I literally can’t stop screaming, but I knew my blog deserved a share of this ecstacy!

Algeria, baby, that’s how we pay back. Not offensively, but skillfully! Hardluck…

This game has seriously left me speechless with the sheer awesomeness I’ve witnessed today. Egyptians, the time is now! Celebrate! Let your screams of happiness echo! This illustrated awesomeness to it’s peaks, ad truely deserves appreciation!!

And Hadary, I love you! haha


Sometimes you’ve got this urge to write something, anything, but you endup staring at this screen, this empty textbox, complication holding you back for you know what you want to note down is way too confusing to be expressed in simple words… It takes you a while before you manage to actually fully compose your first sentence. Once you lay that down, that barrior of thought tension slowly deteriorates and your words slowly start flowing… U know what I’m talking about?? That’s the case while I’m writing this… but now… I shall force my words to flow. Let that iceberg melt in scilence…

Byebye. There’s no more me, no more you. No more us.  There was no “US” in the first place, so why the sadness?? We’re two different people now. Were we anything but that, anyway? It was all your choice. From the very begining. You started it, you ruined it (Bigtime!!),  but now, I’m the one to end it.  A three-year ‘friendship’ now sacrificed for your three-month ingnorance. Thankyou.

Broken? I suppose. Though I refuse to admitt I am. I refuse to be one! But that’s the way it is. Sucks to know that the one thing you blindly trusted, you so stupidly believed was true was nothing but the only lie that revolved around you!

See that “I don’t give a fuck” attitude? That perfectly strong person I seem to bring to life throughout the day, and everyday… That’s a lie too. I’m not strong. I’m not perfectly fine, and when I get the time to get back in touch with my-real-self, that fragile shield of strength demolishes! It crumbles down. Just like the iceberg that stopped me from writing this previously melted…And when it’s only me and myself, weakness kicks in. That’s when I only get to show it.

I’m tired. This hurts. I’ve did whatever it takes me to get over it, but when do I actually DO ?!? I hate spitting this out. I hate unveiling my pain, my misery. I hate you. Yes I do. But when this builds up in you, you feel the need to errupt. To let this out somewhere. Here is where I errupt. Here’s my somewhere.

“You lie to me, you lose me”. What what you did was more than just lying. You stabbed me with the one thing I barely offered anybody- Trust.

Enough with the helplessness. Once more, it’s time to wrap myself up with that same barrior of strength. Shield up. Even if it’s a fake one. The more it ruptures the more it grows stronger!

Byebye. I’m out of chances to offer you. You’re out of tricks to play anyway. You gave up a long time ago, when I was holding on so tightly. Now I give up. I loved making you, and everyone so happy. But if that price I was going to pay was my own share of happiness, then excuse me for not making you dreams come true.

Byebye. Your life awaits you, so does mine. As for that last mean of communication between the two of us, I’ve demolished that too. Don’t worry, you left me memories that are forcefully stuck in my mind thou I don’t need them. Do me a favour and take them back. Do me a favour…  It’s now time for recovery, and that shall swift away, trust me!

Take care. That’s all I can say. I can’t wish you anything more than that. I can’t wish you luck, I can’t wish your dreams come true, for I won’t unless and untill mine do first. I can simply wish you nothing for you don’t deserve any. You wouldn’t add anything to my picture. It’s whole and complete without you. Take your puzzle back.

We’ve chosen to different ways. Who knows? Maybe sometime in the forseeable future we’ll get to meet. We’ll get to talk. Maybe sometime destiny shall remind us of what we’ve supposedlyconvinced ourselves we’ve forgotten… Maybe sometime soon.

As for now, bye. Don’t look for me anywhere. 🙂

Clad in 28,000 glass panels, the tower has 160 floors and more than 500,000 sq m of space for offices and flats.

The tower also lays claim to the highest occupied floor, the tallest service lift, and the world’s highest observation deck – on the 124th floor.

The world’s highest mosque and swimming pool will meanwhile be located on the 158th and 76th floors.

BBC News

Dubai has just witnessed the grand openning ceremony of the world’s tallest building!  The construction started off  in 2004, and faced a whole lot of geological challenges: Winds, lightenings, and earthquakes. Spectacular fireworks and light shows took place as nearly 6000 guest attended the opening ceremony of the  828m tower!

What an outstanding event !

Check BBC news for further details.


[I’m no psychiatrist to begin with. This might sound quite sarcastic to my fellow male readers, but that’s the whole point I guess :P]

They’re so weird, I just can’t understand them! What I know for sure is that they’re absolute players!!

Yup, I agree to that very last sentence. That was part of a LONG discussion that went between me and one of my best friends during one of our free sessions. How many times have you wished you could read minds so badly just to spare yourself the over thinking? Seems like mysteriousness is classic of men!

Like most of you, I used to say that a perfect relation is built on mutual trust and nothing but the trust. I remember myself saying: ” Along with love comes trust. ” Well my lady, that’s only in our minds. Sadly, men take that for granted. Love is giving and taking. We give, they take. We trust, they cheat. That’s how it goes. apparently there’s no such thing as “mutual”. No wait, confusion is a common factor!

They view us too as dominating, selfish, over-protective, annoying, hard to get, the same way we consider them as possessive, controlling, mean, personal advantage seekers, and suspicious. And just like we can’t understand what’s on their minds, they too crave for understanding the feminine mentality. It’s a tie! We’re even.

Statistical evidence:

  • 60 percent of men and 40 percent of women are unfaithful to those they are married to. (60 % for God’s sake!)
  • 1 in 2 marriages nowadays end in divorce because of that!

Ahhh, and that “hard to get” bit,  men would bug a lady for so long, do whatever it takes to get her phone number or email, hook up with her either for the fun of it (dating), or to show-off he’s got what others haven’t, or simply to leave her waiting for him on that date he never shows up on! Yup, it happens.

Here are some more  “Facts about Infidelity” :

  • Estimates range from; 22% of men and 14% of women have an affair to 65% of men and 55% of women have an affair depending on the study.
  • As many as 70% of affairs are not discovered.

Woah, men, your statistics exceed ours ! *Applause*

To them, we’re no more than their desirable toys they can’t live without. They want us whenever they want, as decent as angels, with no objection but simply spitting out the magical effect of  the affirmative “Yes!!” and all it’s derivatives: ( Yes, sure, why not, definitely, my pleasure, certainly, absolutely, etc…)

Okay I’m not narrow-minded. I hate generalization. I know not all males are that messed up, but I suppose they’re only a minority. As for the majority, they seek personal advantage, and nothing but that. Trying to understand a guy’s mind is like drowning in the pacific. I thought I was Titanic, but thank God I changed destination before I hit the iceberg.

Ironic how I still believe true love exists! The true logical love I should say, for the love most of us crave for is nothing but a fantasy of our own creation. Yes my dear, Prince charming and his white horse are only in our heads!  Tip: Logic priors all. What your mind disgraces shall overcome what your heart seemingly lusts for. Trust me, Go for your logic 🙂

Love can bring you down. True love shall rather push you forward. What possesses you in negativity can never illustrate love. Love strengthens you with a mate’s support. What breaks you into shattered pieces of weakness rather represents selfishness not love. See, that’s how logic backs you up…