tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215178602024-03-07T15:16:22.829-08:00"Just Keep Swimming"Just don't swim as aimlessly as fishGihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-56611125126081033812008-09-09T10:56:00.000-07:002009-12-27T19:00:54.092-08:00The EndI am closing it down.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Assalamo 3alykom.</div><div><br /></div><div>You can follow me here on my now-relatively-old <a href="http://gjoez.wordpress.com">blog</a> !</div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-34982881109901557852008-09-08T15:35:00.000-07:002008-09-08T15:53:47.265-07:00One of My Favorite Hadeeths<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-family:Tahoma;" >قال عليه الصلاة والسلام :</span></span></b><br /><br /><b><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-family:Tahoma;" > <span style="color:#800000;"><span lang="ar-jo"></span>المؤمن القوى خير وأحب إلى الله من المؤمن الضعيف وفي كل خير ..</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-family:Tahoma;" ><span style="color:#800000;"> احرص على ما ينفعك واستعن بالله ولا تعجز ..</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-family:Tahoma;" ><span style="color:#800000;"> فإن أصابك شيء فلا تقل : لو أني فعلت كذا وكذا<span lang="ar-jo"> </span>ولكن قل قدر الله وما شاء فعل</span></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-family:Tahoma;" ><span style="color:#800000;"> فإن لو تفتح عمل الشيطان<br /><br /></span></span></span></b><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /><span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#808000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-family:Tahoma;" ><span style="color:#800000;"><span lang="ar-jo"></span></span></span></span></b></div></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-41083805980679050432008-09-06T13:54:00.000-07:002008-09-06T13:59:57.880-07:00Handy WomanI just fixed the cable of our receiver by remembering how my dad fixed it like 7 years ago (yes, it is an old receiver )<br /><insert><br />Ana mabsoota awy :D<br /><br />The first thing it played was the infamous commercial:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ebny beetak yabn balady kollena nefdal warak</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ra7tak enta hamm 3andy wenta awla nekoon ma3ak</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Beeeeeetak hans3adak tebneeh</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kollena wa2feen gambak feeeh </span>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-77588172516250041042008-09-05T17:17:00.000-07:002008-09-05T17:26:21.303-07:00من أقوال علي بن أبي طالب<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px; "><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">من أصلح ما بينه وبين الله أصلح الله ما بينه وبين الناس ، ومن أصلح أمر آخرته أصلح الله له أمر دنياه ، ومن كان له من نفسه واعظا كان عليه من الله حافظ</span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">إذا نزل بك مكروه فانظر فان كان لك حيلة فلا تعجز وان لم يكن فيه حيلة فلا تجزع </span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">إن تتعب في البر فان التعب يزول والبر يبقى</span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">من عظم صغار المصائب ابتلاه الله بكبارها </span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">كل نعيم دون الجنة فهو محقور وكل بلاء دون النار عافية </span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">العفاف زينة الفقر والشكر زينة الغنى </span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">أسوأ الناس حالا من لا يثق بأحد لسوء ظنه ولا يثق به أحد لسوء أثره</span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p align="center" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">إن النعمـة موصولـة بالشكــر<br />والشكــر متعلـق بالمزيـد<br />ولن ينقطـع المزيـد من الله حتى ينقطـع الشكـر من العبـد</span></span></span><br /></span></p></span><p></p>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-32152346740893580342008-09-02T14:48:00.001-07:002008-09-02T14:55:38.388-07:00Tiger Woods investing in Dubai<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEL-rn-XACqYh7533vi9qAmNTQKuXNM0IOFOPyJoKNfgyphfaRy5pTS-AuT0So_fhItArEQMbzMtoq9v2R0K6mIv1uOnFlUcWsFHx0SP0tC3LyZELXK-_7JQDXqCqCsiHdDdTxg/s1600-h/610x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEL-rn-XACqYh7533vi9qAmNTQKuXNM0IOFOPyJoKNfgyphfaRy5pTS-AuT0So_fhItArEQMbzMtoq9v2R0K6mIv1uOnFlUcWsFHx0SP0tC3LyZELXK-_7JQDXqCqCsiHdDdTxg/s320/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241545842924465026" border="0" /></a><br />It is called <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20080825/wl_mideast_afp/uaeconstructiontourismgolfwoods_080825131821">Tiger Woods Dubai</a> (Duuuh!) and it's Huge Project!Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-40646593149236525982008-09-02T00:53:00.000-07:002008-09-02T00:59:40.652-07:00Today..<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today is Cherry's Birthday. She is turning 21 :D</span><br /></div><br />Yuppieeeee!<br /><br /><br /> And you know what? Everybody I know (and I mean it), is a virgo! September is like the birthday month for me.Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-38840642952465863442008-08-26T06:41:00.000-07:002008-08-26T06:58:40.737-07:00My Favorite ColorCommoners call it <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Batee7'y</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span> Formally it is <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Coral</span>, But more specifically it is known as <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">#FF7F5</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Hexadecimal-y speaking)</span></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2iY-L67R4qk8ez-nvCGVeHMCd_nGhcmjMLNjZjIiiAcaDhEaILE0g0xyuD0_KcYQu5yOs2maSd97OupcFsUjkT2vpQbVxthVM1djaKrt4z_W6JS4BAlXBG85LG8pLCMCT6p5JMA/s1600-h/coral+5.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2iY-L67R4qk8ez-nvCGVeHMCd_nGhcmjMLNjZjIiiAcaDhEaILE0g0xyuD0_KcYQu5yOs2maSd97OupcFsUjkT2vpQbVxthVM1djaKrt4z_W6JS4BAlXBG85LG8pLCMCT6p5JMA/s320/coral+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238825067174113602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlHtyvQHUIxFC0zDk5hj6wH_bbXgijX6FvyogjIiy1laotK9JoaPp3tT6Vjnb0bSk0kt6ZDRfTEcVe_kkRKjFkWky7gzIQDgfN_WP9wJCRm59IVLoQDzsKnG26lG3ATHUxDf0QQ/s1600-h/Coral+2.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlHtyvQHUIxFC0zDk5hj6wH_bbXgijX6FvyogjIiy1laotK9JoaPp3tT6Vjnb0bSk0kt6ZDRfTEcVe_kkRKjFkWky7gzIQDgfN_WP9wJCRm59IVLoQDzsKnG26lG3ATHUxDf0QQ/s320/Coral+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238824934956671186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0Z06HJJGJxjlsS2o01CckB8VPOyLoSOYItnlZCvlZoRl7jMx8T7HDY9ns34gnP6REFLH5YXCutxeWIDB6_FUfx5lp1RcvEdnD8LX389OEE_qcZOKx3moQ4T79LL4sU4H_T1alQ/s1600-h/Coral+3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr0Z06HJJGJxjlsS2o01CckB8VPOyLoSOYItnlZCvlZoRl7jMx8T7HDY9ns34gnP6REFLH5YXCutxeWIDB6_FUfx5lp1RcvEdnD8LX389OEE_qcZOKx3moQ4T79LL4sU4H_T1alQ/s320/Coral+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238825203149977810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">It really lightens up my day !</span><br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-40915319703888186052008-08-25T15:28:00.000-07:002008-08-25T15:41:35.478-07:00Purposeless Post<div style="text-align: justify;">I have many unpublished posts. Mostly rant, post-fight emotions, ranging from simple quarrels that are actually funny, to waves of rage. Mostly they talk about the same thing, how confused I am, how uncertain I have become, how angry, apathetic and in total despair.<br /><br />I am starting to get into a "I don't like this blog anymore" phase. I think a lot of closing it, or abandoning it, or just leave it to rot in the blogosphere.. Other times, when I write a new post and feel that I recorded something down, something that might be of a tiny winy use, I feel glad that I still have it.<br /><br />But to be honest, I don't speak my head off when I write in this blog anymore. I never did actually, but now it is even more. Always the:I should say this, I must not say that. No rant about work no rant about family no rant about friends, no rant at all!! All my rants are unpublished. It is not that I mind, I mean the process of writing down what I feel and channeling out whatever useless and unrelated series of thoughts is good enough for me.<br /><br /><br />Tesba7o 3ala 7'eer.<br /> <br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-15678977081599635462008-08-22T15:47:00.000-07:002008-08-22T16:09:46.835-07:00Decision<div style="text-align: justify;">I decided that this Ramadan insha'Allah I will try to read the Qura'an differently. Year after year, and time after time, I read many verses that i could not understand, or misunderstood. I decided that I will read it slower this time but just to read it better. I will probably try reading out of ketab tafseer. I mean if I could get deeper meanings out of novels I read and movies I watch, I better get deeper meanings from the verses of the Quraan.<br /><br />The main thing that I want to understand is: coherency. I don't know if others have these questions or not, but I usually wonder why a certain Suraah is named a certain name, or why are these two seemingly different topics mentioned beside each other in the same Suraah? Why is the most mentioned prophet Story is Sayedna Musa with Bany-Israel? I have many other questions that have to do with the Arabic structure of the Ayahs and whether there is a significance of the ordering of the Surahs, the circumstances behind some Ayahs and Suraahs that would definitly clarify a lot of things about the Quraan. I am sad that I know so much about other things (that might be even useless) than I know about what Allah has to say to humanity.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-12335291808124521042008-08-20T03:38:00.000-07:002008-08-20T04:02:38.105-07:00AfterMath<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cherry</span>: oojy, howa delwa2ty ba3d lamma Maglesh el Shoora et7ara2, el nass lamma yeego yastasheeroh ba3d, "Hayglesoh" feen?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> 3'aleban fel beta3 elly gambeeh, fe Maglesh el Sha3b.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cherry:</span> Tab keda mesh hayb2a za7ma? w ba3deen akeed homma mesh yeglesoh ma3 el sha3b.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Ma homma hayzzana2oh ba2a w yesta7meloh ba3d shwaya.. They will take turns.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cherry:</span> hmmm.. bardo mesh moqtane3a<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span>ao moken yestasheeroh ba3d 3al wa2ef<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cherry:</span> fekra bardo, yeb2a keda hay7'doh qararat besor3a..<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> ao metkarewta<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cherry:</span> Rabbena yostor.<br /><br />3ala sa3eeden a7'ar..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M@hdeto</span> (to his brother): Haat yabny el gezeera maglesh el shoora is on fire<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brother(flipping to al gezeera el ryadaya):</span> ahoh, el match sha3'aal.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">M@hdetoh:</span> Yabny haat egezeera, maglesh el shoora!!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Brother:</span> Yaksh yewla3!..estana, dah walla3 fe3lan!Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-84320417214589917432008-08-18T15:56:00.001-07:002008-08-18T15:56:30.449-07:00RealizationI am not the center of the universe.<br /><br />3'areeba.Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-272694876488912392008-08-18T15:29:00.000-07:002008-08-18T15:53:26.124-07:00ZoroonyRULES:<br />1. Put your iTunes/music player on Shuffle,<br />2. For each question, press the next button to get you answer,<br />3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTE: Alabt my laptop for all the scattered songs that i have. They are 6 songs bel tamam wel kamal. Wa7da menhom is not even a song. El mohem ya3ny, i had fun commenting, eshme3na ana ya3ny.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?</span><br />EL leqa2 el thany-- 3omar 7'ayrat<br />( asdo ya3ny forsa tanya isA)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?</span><br />saba7 w masa--Fairouz<br />( meaning i am always online?)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?</span><br />Ahoh dah elly saar--Fairouz<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?</span><br />Zoroony--Fairouz<br />(i feel alone, bass mesh lonely.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?</span><br />These are a few of my favorite things<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?</span><br />Ma 3andy Alb-- Ayman el A3tar<br />(LOOOL.. I think I know people who would agree to that.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?</span><br />Saba7 w Masa--Fairouz<br /><br />(aywa sa7, homma sob7 w leel yeza3a2ooly)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?</span><br />Zoroony--Fairouz<br />(i listen to the song too much)<br /><br />9. <span style="font-weight: bold;">WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?</span><br />El leqa2 el thany-- 3omar 7'ayrat<br />(yeah, i agree..the first impression was not a blast.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?</span><br />Ma 3andy alb-- Ayman el A3tar<br />(Ma7na olna ba2a ma 3andy alb a 'like' be a person in the first place)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?</span><br />aho dah elly sar--Fairouz<br /><br />(elly 7asal 7asal ba2a)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?</span><br />Zoroony--Fairouz<br />(I don't see the person I like, maybzorneesh keteer, maybe because they are non-existent)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?</span><br />These are a few of my favorite things<br />:)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">14. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?</span><br />Saba7 w masa--Fairouz<br />(i hope not!)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">15. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?</span><br />El leqa2 el thany-- 3omar 7'ayrat<br />(I don't believe in reincarnation.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">16.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?</span><br />Aho dah elly sar--Fairouz<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">17. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?</span><br />Ma 3andy Alb<br />(I think this is not a secret anymore)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">18.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?</span><br />Saba7 w masa--Fairouz<br />(To Dee: reminds me of nazaryet el tashabo3)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">19. WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?</span><br />Zoroony--Fairouz<br />( aywa keda)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">20. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF?</span><br />EL leqa2 el thany-- 3omar 7'ayrat<br />(i think that should have been "Ma 3andy Alb", stupid shuffle)<br /><br /><br />No one to be tagged, I am like the last one on the blogosphere to do the tag..<br /><br />koll tag wento bel se77a wel saalamaGihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-91956613884285856812008-08-16T19:43:00.000-07:002008-08-16T20:10:09.329-07:00A suggested list for the fellow Egyptians<span style="font-weight: bold;">I think Egyptians should start doing the following:</span><br /><br />1- Acknowledging bikes as reliable means for transportation. Also carpooling would not be bad.<br /><br />2- Listening to the weather news, specially at turbulent times like fall, winter and spring :)<br /><br />3- Reading other stuff than the newspaper.<br /><br />4- Reading other sections in the newspaper other than sports.<br /><br />5- Taking daily shower, specially if using public transportation<br /><br />6- Giving a damn.<br /><br />7- Gardening.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I think also they should stop doing the following now we are at it:</span><br /><br />1- Littering<br /><br />2- Smoking<br /><br />3- Watching Noor<br /><br />4- ComplainingGihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-48617234918445263982008-08-15T11:21:00.000-07:002008-08-15T11:57:07.495-07:00A Reference for Status Messages on Facebook<strong>Borrowed from <a href="http://7akifadi.com/">7akifadi</a><br /><br />I am:</strong><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">content yet angry at myself.</span><br /><strong>I think: too much sometimes.</strong><br /><strong>I know: I can do better than that.</strong><br /><strong>I have: to stop worrying.</strong><br /><strong>I wish: I could go live in the suburbs, go to work on a bike, live in a friendly neighborhood..keda ya3ny :). I also wish I lived in some other (earlier) time.</strong><br /><strong>I hate: my conscious apathy</strong>,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> my laziness and my time management habits.</span><br /><strong>I miss: Babaya and Grandpa. </strong><br /><strong>I fear: both the future and death.</strong><br /><strong>I hear: A distant shee7' from Eza3et el Quraan El Kareem</strong><br /><strong>I smell: the smell of mango :)</strong><br /><strong>I crave: for Carvel Ice-cream (mennek lelalh ya Dee)</strong><br /><strong>I search: using Google of course!</strong><br /><strong>I wonder: if I will ever change, to better or to worse. I have been feeling that I am ma7allak serr for a long time now. </strong><br /><strong>I regre</strong><strong>t: some minor stuff.</strong><br /><strong>I love: my family, and the fact that I am a Muslim. El7amdolellah!</strong><br /><strong>I ache: from my brain cells. </strong><br /><strong>I am not: </strong> <span style="font-weight: bold;">stupid.</span><br /><strong>I believe: I can flyyyy!!</strong> <strong></strong><br /><strong>I sing: terribly.</strong><br /><strong>I cry: on daily basis.</strong><br /><strong>I fight: a losing battle.</strong><br /><strong>I win: people easily.</strong><br /><strong>I lose: my stuff too often.</strong><br /><strong>I never: search for love.</strong><br /><strong>I always: pray for good stuff to happen.</strong><br /><strong>I confuse: reality with cartoons sometimes. </strong><br /><strong>I listen: to Sayed a lot. But ignore his advices too soon.</strong><br /><strong>I can usually be found: Online</strong><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><strong>I am scared: of losing someone I love.</strong><br /><strong>I need: Babaya.</strong><br /><strong>I am happy about: moving out!</strong><br /><strong>I imagine:</strong> <span style="font-weight: bold;">heaven.<br /><br />I enjoyed writing this post. It is not a tag, but I encourage you to write one.(An implicit tag.)</span>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-91712048344009353302008-08-14T15:36:00.000-07:002008-08-14T15:42:14.580-07:00Too late<div style="text-align: justify;">I opened firefox in frustration in order to rant in the blog about some stuff that are bothering me. By the time I opened the New Post page, I cooled off and I am actually content. Are my mood swings too fast? Is Firefox too slow to keep up?<br /><br />P.S: I am enjoying that everybody is fel sa7el. Seriously, the country is amazingly quiet, the traffic is perfect, and I am having good practice on my driving el7amdolellah. Actually el balad fadya le daraget enny 7assa enn mesh heya deh Cairo elly ana 3arfaha, and I sometimes feel as if I AM fe masyaf.<br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-90476525826250775982008-08-12T12:57:00.000-07:002008-08-12T15:50:31.145-07:00Mutual Friend: DeeeI'll have a conversation similar to the one below with anyone I know through Dee:<br /><br />New Friend: Enty ba2a gjoe :) i never knew your real name<br />Me: gihan.. :)<br />New Friend: tashafrana ya sett gihan..<br />New Friend: bass 3'areeb awy gjoe dah, gihan is a gigi<br />Me: aywa, bass ana bakrah gigi dah, w kaman i have too many nicknames instead..my family members call me oojy..<br />New Friend: hehe/lol/haha :D<br />Me: Dee is the one who came up with the "g-joe" spelling, zaman kan geegoo<br />New Friend: Dee deh gameela awy/gamda awy/shtra geddan/me3adaya<br />Me: Yeah! I know :)<br />New Friend: 3ala fekra heya bet7ebbek awy.. dayman toshkorly feeky, she thinks very highly of you and she thinks that you are hilarious!<br />Me: :$ I love her too, She is such an amazing friend, w law ana hilarious ommal heya eh!!<br /><br />A couple of chatting later..<br /><br />New Friend: enty sa7ee7 3ala el facebook?<br />Me: Yeah.. Hatla2eeny 3and Dee..<br />New Friend (After adding me and seeing a couple of pics): yeaaah! enty w dina ezzay shakloh zay ba3d, mesh shaklan..bass 7assah enek you look like a friend-of-Dee kinda person.<br />Me: yeah, we had this friends beybhatoh 3ala ba3d convo before :)Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-50085534787232979232008-08-12T09:51:00.000-07:002008-08-12T10:23:44.224-07:00People whoThere is a couple of stuff that total strangers do that totally get on my nerves for sometimes no justifiable reason. Here is a few:<br /><br />1- People who are lazy to walk up/down the escalators. I don't know why people like to stand in the escalators instead of moving. I mean it is made to make things faster, not people lazier. w ba3deen if you are too lazy to move, please take a side so that others can pass.<br /><br />2- Close-talkers:Buzz off will ya?.. begad i NEED my personal space.<br /><br />3- Za7ma-creators: This includes roughly 80% + of Egyptians. But in general it includes taxi drivers who slow down in "the middle of the road" to pick up people,; People who go 3aks el etgah be dahrhom 3ashan they missed an exit, and even the annoying fact that we simply and genetically can not form a decent line to wait for our turn.<br /><br />4- People who drag their feet while walking and make a "shhhhht-shhhht" sound with their sandals/shebsheb/shoes.<br /><br />5-Pedestrians that walk in a narrow street with total disregard of the cars. They can actually see/hear a car coming from behind or infront of them and don't care to stop or move aside la7ad lamma el 3arabya te3addy.Tana7a keda w la mobalaah.<br /><br />6- W aktar 7aga betnarfezny (w tewadeeny keda w tegbny) people who play songs on thier mobiles w homma mashyeen. Most of the time these are teenage girls w beyb2a ma3ahom mobile nokia w 3'aleban beysh3'alloh tamer 7osny or shereen. No one asked you to entertain the streets thank you very much. Kindly try headphones, and definitely you DON'T ever ever sing a long fel sahre3.<br /><br />I am starting to believe that I am living in the wrong country.Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-45331086916255898232008-08-10T12:15:00.000-07:002008-08-10T12:20:45.415-07:00An Oh Yeah Post!I never saw that comming, bass Thanks To Inso, I am now fixated on Fairouz/Sayed Darwish<br /><br />All day long, it is either Zoroony or Aho dah elly saar!!<br /><br /><br />Many thanks to you insomniac!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Listening to (Duh!): زوروني كل سنة مرةGihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-61034165463903957862008-08-09T04:53:00.000-07:002008-08-09T05:07:18.620-07:00أخيرا<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">أخيراً كل مشاكلنا اختفت!<br /><br />أخيراً كل الأسعار إتثبتت<br /><br />و كل المدارس والجامعات إتزبطت<br /><br />و كل السجون إتشمعت<br /><br />و كل البلاد إتحررت<br /><br />و كل الاحلام إلي كان نفسي فيها إتحققت<br /><br />أي حد ياكل, يجوز أو يشتغل..<br /><br />خلاص كل الأمور إتيسرت!<br /><br />رجعتلنا الكرامة والقوة والمكانة<br />صحي الضمير ملنوم<br />و رجعت والأمانة<br /><br /><br />مفضلناش غير مشكلة<br />إن فلان ساب علانة<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">--</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;">gjoe.</span><br /></div></div></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-53258239831047301272008-08-07T15:16:00.000-07:002008-08-07T15:23:43.912-07:00Sick n' Tired<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't need to apologize.<br /><br />7aga te2ref.<br /><br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-33828301704348512272008-08-06T14:21:00.001-07:002008-08-07T11:19:19.138-07:00Tonight you are all going to be part of a *social experiment*.<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">The "social experiment" that Joker played in the Dark Knight movie reminded me of some game I played about 4 months ago.<br /><br />My favorite proffesor finished giving his pre-masters lecture material earlier than usual. Then he started by sayin:"Now I have some bonus marks to give any of you. The only condition for taking the bonus is that you agree that others take bonus as well. Otherwise, you will not get it." Sure enough the whole class roared "We all want the bonus. Give it to us". He smiled wickedly. He continued "Now here is the thing. I will divide you into 2 groups. Group A and Group B.Everyone from Group A will take a paper out, write a number from 1 to 10 along with his/her name. This number is the amount of bonus that you want.Now after that I will collect all the papers from group A, then randomly i'll give it to people from group B.Each one from group B will open the paper and see the number. The amount of bonus that he or she gets is the remaining quantity from subtracting 10 from the bonus jotted on the paper. This means that if someone from group A wrote 6, then the member from Group B who will get this paper would get a 4 marks bonus. That is of course if he agreed.But, If he thought that it was not fair and did not agree, then neither him nor the person from group A whose name is written on the paper will get any bonus. " People started laughing. I told him"Then every one will write down a 5. It is fair to both sides." He told me "Oh, you really think so? Someone who would get a paper with an 8 might think a 2 bonus marks is better than nothing.". Someone asked "Are these bonus marks for real?". The doctor answered "Why wouldn't they be?". Silence prevailed the class. People were looking suspiciously to one another as the doctor was dividing us into groups.<br /><br />I was on group A. I got greedy to tell you the truth. And I knew for a fact that almost anyone from Group B would peacfully agree with whatever they get. They will not compare my bonus to thiers. They would compare thier bonus to a zero bonus. So I wrote an 8.5 on the paper, folded it and gave it to the doctor. Then he distributed the papers among people from Group B. He started collecting the numbers written on the papers and writing them on board. Most of the people wrote a 5, or a 6. There was one 9, two 8.5s, four 8s three 7s and one 2!!<br /><br />He started getting answers from people of whether or not they would agree to the bonus they and the other person from Group A would get. There were a few jokes and laughs, but there were only 2 people who did not agree to what they would get.The one who got the paper with the 9 and another with an 8.<br /><br />The doctor started asking questions. He told me for example why did you write an 8.5? Why werent you fair to the other guy as you suggested? I told him, I was willing to take the risk of the other guy agreeing with what they got. After all, a 1.5 is better than a zero. He asked the people from group B who agreed on the 3s and the 2s they got how did they make thier choice when it was seemingly not just to them. They jokingly answered "Howa e7na hantbbatar 3ala el bonus kaman.7add la2y!". He asked those who didn't agree and they normally answered "3allaya w 3ala a3da2y.It was not his right to make the decision in the first place, and I don't care about the bonus as much as i care about being fair."<br /><br />The doctor then began by saying "I don't understand how people give themselves the right of taking more than they should, and other people who have the right to punish them, let them get away with it!" Ouch. That didn't feel good at all. I kinda knew where he was going from there. And I knew right away that I made an awfully wrong choice and what's worse was the justification I gave for myself and what's even worse was that I was predicted right. I got away with it.I got away with being greedy and not being fair.<br /><br />He then explained "This is a social exercise by which they test and measure certain cultural paradigms. Instead of bonus marks it is played with money.The more rejections for the un-fair distribution of money, implies a more democratic a society ,and implies that people in that country exercise more freedom and own the right to punish and prosecute the greedy. They have the choice the right of disagreeing. Even if that came with a cost. Even if that meant a loss for them too. This is because preserving justice system more important than who will get what now. Naturally, countries like ours,Rejections tend to be low. Only 2 out of 10 rejected unfairness of what they would get. Also having 10 out of about 30 thinking they can get what they want depending on the others consent indicates major problems in our societies. I think that those who agree with the unfairness happening to them are more guilty that those who practice it. Or at least they are both equally guilty."<br /><br />Needless to say, People started debating but mostly people were shocked at the implications of the game and everyone was reflective on thier decisions.<br /><br /><br />It was definitely enlightening.<br /><br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-46030095997039512342008-08-02T02:14:00.000-07:002008-08-02T02:15:13.963-07:00If you want to know<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br />إذا أردت أن تعرف قدرك عند الله، فانظر فيما يستخدمك وبأيِّ الأعمال يشغلك<br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-58492211906464917892008-07-30T15:07:00.001-07:002008-07-31T03:34:11.790-07:00The Bike<div style="text-align: justify;">I remember the first time I was able to ride a bike (men 3'eer sannadat). It was in nady el Seed and I was 10 years old. My cousin was like 6. He spent a whole summer teasing me that although he was younger, he could ride the bike and I couldn't because I am a girl. I remember quite well that I had many trials, bumps and many falls. But I had enough of the teasing essara7a. He was generous enough to help me learn (imagine!). The trick my cousin claimed was in the speed. "law mesheety bel 3agala besor3a awy, mesh hatl7a2y to2a3y". So he lend me his bike and watched me fall off one time after the other after the other after the other. It was a pretty long exhausting day, my cousin had a lot of laughs and he insisted to show off a couple of times just to show me how to ride the bike.<br /><br />Until it was the end of the day, like about 12 beleel. I remember because all the grown ups were tired and they wanted to go home. "7'amas da2aye2 bass ya baba.", I said. And I was granted my wish. They weren't really watching, they saw me fall off many times already. They just waited by the side of the walking track the five extra minutes. So I did the same thing I have been doing ba2aly 6 hours: Sitting on the bike, running with my legs so that the bike could gain some speed and then I would peddle from there when it was fast enough not fall. That was my plan. Suddenly it worked. I peddled and peddled, I was going pretty fast. I remember hearing my cousin from behind running"yalla besor3a..yalla kaman". I was ecstatic. A sense of achievement and happiness that was not disrupted by fear or pain. Finally it paid off. Finally I could sense the evening refreshing breeze on my face. I wasn't laughing, but I was smiling while concentrating on the road but mostly concentrating on recording the memory. All I have to do is keep peddling. Until I was hit by the sudden of thought of not knowing how to stop. How am I going to stop the bike? If I stopped peddling I will definitly lose the accelration but eventually I will fall off. Fair enough. So I lifted my feet from the peddle, closed my eyes and decided not to fall off gracefuly. As if to add drama for the day.<br /><br />The moment I fell off the bike, I started laughing hysterically. My cousin came up and said "<span style="font-style: italic;">mawa2fteesh leh el 3agala berra7a?</span>". I replied that I did that intentionally. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Shofteny kont bagry bel 3agala besor3a ezzay??</span>". Cousin smiled while checking his bike and said "ah shoftek, ana kont waraky 3ala tool." I was proud of myself. Our parents are like so far away now. I can see them watching. But I could not see if they were smiling. I looked at the distance of the road back and bragged again"<span style="font-style: italic;">yaaah..dana mesheet bel 3agala keteer awy</span>"And now I have to walk the distance back because I wasn't sure if I was able to ride the bike again, and my cousin already dediced that it would be his way of transportation back. But walking wasn't fast enough. I ran. I ran after him. With a proud smile on my face.<br /><br />P.S: After that incident I spent sometime learning how to go left and right with the bike. It was about 3 weeks and I was able to go a whole circle around myself without falling off.<br /></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-24854685018565920222008-07-30T05:01:00.000-07:002008-07-30T06:34:51.992-07:00The 5 Things<span style="font-weight: bold;">The 5 things I want to change about myself:</span><br /><br />1- My complaining rate<br />2- My continuous fear from the future<br />3- My laziness<br />4- My inconsistent/self-contradicting attitude<br />5- My time wasting habits<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The 5 things people tell me to change:<br /></span>1- My aggressiveness<br />2- My short-termed memory loss.<br />3- My attention span<br />4- My selfishness<br />5- My inconsistent/self-contradicting attitude<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The 5 things I want to keep:</span><br /><br />1- My determination<br />2- My sense of humor.<br />3- My healthy diet habits<br />4- My big dreams<br />5- My faith/religious beliefs<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The 5 things people say I must keep:<br /><br /></span>1- My determination<br />2- My creativity<br />3- My smile.<br />4- My ability to support/help someone to regain hope in themselves<br />5- N/A<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21517860.post-38535814205960630512008-07-28T14:37:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:40:31.881-07:00واحة الحيرانين<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I have been humming the lyrics for quite some time now. When I was a small kid, I never understood a word of it. Now it feels like discovering something new that also triggers nostalgia!<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">منين بيجي الشجن<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">من اختلاف الزمن</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ومنين بيجي الهوى</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">من اختلاف الهوى</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ومنين بيجي السواد</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">من الطمع والعناد</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ومنين بيجي الرضا</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">من الايمان بالقضا</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">من انكسار الروح في دوح الوطن</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">يجي احتضار الشوق في سجن البدن</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> من اختمار الحلم يجي النهار</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">يعود غريب الدار لـ أهل وسكن</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ليه يا زمان ما سبتناش أبرياء</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">وواخدنا ليه في طريق ما منوش رجوع</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">أقسى همومنا يفجر السخرية</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">وأصفى ضحكة تتوه في بحر الدموع</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">منين بيجي الشجن من</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">اختلاف الزمن</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> ومنين بيجي الهوى من</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">اختلاف الهوى</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ومنين بيجي السواد من</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">الطمع والعناد</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ومنين بيجي الرضا من</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">الايمان بالقضا</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ولفين ياخدنا الأنين</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">لليالي ما الهاش عينين</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ولفين ياخدنا الحنين</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">لواحةالحيرانين</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ما تسرسبيش يا سنيننا من بين ايدينا</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> ولا تنتهيش ده احنا يا دوبابتدينا</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">واللى له أول بكرة حيبان له آخر</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">وبكرة تفرج مهما ضاقت علينا</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ولفين ياخدنا الأنين</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">لليالي ما الهاش عينين</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ولفين ياخدناالحنين</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">لواحة الحيرانين</span></div>Gihanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04263656961273369697noreply@blogger.com0