That was a private feedback I got on my email today regarding my last post The Z Conversation
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
M: You?! (a close friend whom I haven't seen in years)
Me: How you've beeeen?!
Me: hahaha me too!
She: Offfff men are so Z..!
Me: wahahaha I'm so glad you feel the same!
She: Yeah, no men in my life, khalas! Z..!
Me: My God, you can't imagine how happy I am!
She: hehehehe Z..!
Me: Then we've gotta meet!
She: Yes we've gotta!
Me: Way ZZZ..!
She: eee ZZZ..!
Me: Ok I'll see you tomorrow!
End of conversation.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
I am so impressed that I am missing Dr. Foziya's show right now!
I had lunch at a cafe today. I was alone at my table, but enjoyed the company of 6 old women sitting on the table next to me. They were loud, their talk was amusing; I didn't feel alone.
Friday, March 23, 2007
- I went to the Avenues.
- I got dizzy in the parking lot. Looked like a maze.
- The floor is slippery, so be sure to wear rubber shoes.
- There's Gap (yeey) but it's not open yet.
- I saw 3 branches of starbucks and most shops are AlShayea.
- Clothes and sizes were abundant unlike here where all sizes are 10!
- Why has Large size turned to Small? Standard sizes are shrinking, while I am not.
- H&M there has underwear section (yeey yeey).
- It's my forth job, and no one's looked at my C.V.
- All my life I've wished to get a job without wasta; it seems impossible.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Your cheeks blush
You get butterflies in your stomach
You feel sick to the stomach thinking about it
You can't take it anymore, you break up
You get miserable and find it hard to cope
You wipe your tears
You start looking for a new one and find it in the most unexpected places
It starts with redness
The bump starts to itch
The red bump turns to a nasty white one
You feel disgusted looking at it
You can't stand its sight anymore, you play with it till it explodes
Stain comes out and you don't know what to do
You wipe the stain away
A new one looks for you, in the most expected situations, like a huge one on the tip of your nose, on your wedding night.
When my sister found out that Flamingoliya the blogger is me, she got crazily mad why I haven't told her. She felt like I betrayed her. She told me everything, and expected the same thing in return.
Now, not only she remembers the betrayal in her heart, she's also blackmailing me. She has a friend who tells her everything, and she feels obliged to tell her that Flamingoliya is me. Keeping my secret makes her feel that she's betraying her friend!!!!
She doesn't understand the meaning of privacy. She doesn't understand that I have a world of my own. She wants to invade me. Whenever the circle grows, I feel less giving to this blog. No one understands this feeling except bloggers who blog my way.
Sooner or later she's going to find out. Let her find out the natural way. If she's a good friend, she wouldn't feel betrayed. The thing is MY secret, not my sister's.
Being temporarily unemployed feels great; I have time for myself. My friend says that I’m going to get bored in 3 months max. I DON'T think so!!! ;-)
First thing I did during my free time is to go to the salon and get 7amam zait. My hair felt like Arfaj for ages, I just knew that I only needed a simple pampering.
I need a good طبيب عظام