Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

Sunday, November 13, 2011

a thought from today 10-11-2011

For some people and I'm one of them it isn't enough to see a beautiful garden, people like me enjoy it more if they think it has fairies at its bottom 
For people like me life isn't nice when its white, it must be in techno colour to be nice, for people like me rain is chilling but we want rainbows too, people like me enjoy spring mornings but with our eyes wondering around for butterflies. 
People like me want that extra thing that makes it all complete.

Thursday, November 03, 2011

of icecream and stuff that brings happiness


Like how a lot of people crave for the sweetness of ice cream, a lot of people desire the sweetness of happiness. 
Some, however, detest happiness, not unlike people with sensitive teeth detest ice cream.


Ice cream are like happiness. Some like to add toppings and dried food on top of it. People like me prefer plain ice cream without toppings.


Happy things that are significant are like huge oversized ice cream. It is better to be shared rather than gobbling it down alone.
 Finishing an oversized ice cream alone doesn’t give you scalable satisfaction.
 It might just give you stomach ache.

Friday, September 02, 2011

Do you relate at all to being sensitive or antisocial or introvert?



though I enjoy the balance of having a social life, I going shopping with the girls from work, spending time wondering at night with my car, and spend time with family and the remains few friends i still have.
yet, I always need time alone to counterbalance the time with others or outside of the confines of my bubble.
 I also enjoy being my own best friend. I never let myself down, you know?
i admit that I’m a pretty sensitive person.. Large crowds deplete me.
 I will feel tired even after eating at a restaurant, especially if people are loud. (On a side note: I can’t believe how loud some people are in restaurants! Do you really have to shout or talk on your phone in public?)
I laugh when people say that sensitivity is a gift. I relate to that a bit, but I have known so many gifted, talented, but sensitive creative people. We talk about how it’s our sensitivity that helps us get in touch with our creative sides.  I’m not so sure any more about that gift aspect of it.
I like to be all by myself at times. Other times, I feel like it would be nice to be around others, but I am tired in advance , and i don't know why so I don’t!!. 
I have found navigating through friendships as an adult to be very challenging at times. I tend to screen my phone calls. I tend to prefer emails, chat as a form of communication. I like to shop at stores during the week when they are less busy.. I do the best I can as much as i can bear, yet it still get into me and bother me being judged for being sensitive, antisocial or introvert..

Thursday, September 01, 2011

that's when real life begins


When a couple first 'fall in love', they usually do not talks about what it means to be together, or what either are prepared to do or not do,
 or what is expected. 
Both parties are just feeling so good being around each other,neither stop to think about it.
 But then when the 'honeymoon' is over, there can be misunderstandings, hurts, resentments and unspoken rules broken.
and that's when real life begins..!!!

Friday, August 05, 2011

feeling fragile

been quite sometime now that i've been feeling i am made of glass, one careless mistake and i'm broken..
afraid of life and living, of people of their behaviours..

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

first time to blog nonsenses

غريب الحلم لمّا يواعد النعسان و ما يطولّش


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i blocked you, deleted you so that you keep wondering whether i am happy or not


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today i came to the conclusion that  I'm not bipolar, my mood is just on shuffle mode 
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giving up.it's the fastest road 2 heal, even if it isn't exactly the smartest.


dear blog: excuse my nonsense post/thoughts i'm feel so damn lonely today and you are the only one available to talk to though i didn't really say whats deeply in my mind.!!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

being bipolar such an eye opening experience

I am a person who live in the moment but always looking towards the future. 
Sometimes when I'm way down or when I'm running strongly manic the present moment is all I can handle. 
Yet to stay sane I have to look forward to the time when the depression will pass. 
That's not always an easy thing to do. 
When you're up to your neck in alligators it's hard to remember that the initial objective was to drain the swamp. 

It's given me a real respect for life. 

When you so often get lost and don't know where to turn you really grow to value those moments of sanity that may come your way.
 When it seems that you live lost in a sea of insanity, each moment of sanity becomes a precious gift. 
I've learned to value those gifts, those times of sanity, and never to waste them. 
When I can I live life to the fullest because all too often I simply cannot. 

It has indelibly taught me that this too will pass.

 No matter how insane I get, no matter how far down or how wildly manic I get it's only a matter of time until it passes.
 I need only hold on until that time and things will be OK.
 At the time it may seem that I'll never make it but deep inside me I know that if I can just hold on it will pass. 

I've learned not to sweat the moment. 

While at the time it may seem as though my whole life revolves around this one moment, as if my life depends on it, this moment too will pass and the sun will shine once again. Thus I've learned to look beyond the moment to the next, and the one after that, always knowing that if I can just make it until then things will be better. 

It has taught me that no matter how dark things seem there's a future that is so much brighter.

 All you have to do is hang on until that future becomes the present. Sometimes that's a very difficult thing to do but the knowledge that the future is out there, bright and shining, helps me to hole on tight. 

I've learned to recognize and empathize with other's pain.

 I can connect to it, feel it, know it at a gut level. 
As such I am more understanding of others, more patient with them. 
I know their pain and how terrible it is and want to do what I can to alleviate it. 

I has given me a real respect for other's and their pain.

 I can see most of what drives others to live the way they do. 
I find I have a greater understanding of what drives them, what makes them do or say the things they do. It's almost like I can look into their souls and see myself shining back. 

Being bipolar has made me a stronger person. Sure, when I'm way down in the pit I feel weak and all alone. But it's that very feeling that lends me strength.



 I've learned to hold on, to take it one moment at a time, to make it through this moment to the next. If I can just make it through this moment then I can look forward to the time when it'll get better. 
My strength of will has grown, sometimes it's all that holds me together.
 When I'm sane my self respect has grown too.
 How can I fail to respect someone who has successfully made it through the plains of hell? Only I know the torment and pain it has cost me to cross those plains. 

So all in all I think I've been blessed by being cursed with Bipolar. 

It has taught me far more then it's cost me.
 It has made me a better, more understanding, more empathic person. 
It has opened my heart to other's suffering where others will turned their backs. 
It has shown me that we all experience pain and that no matter how "bad" a person you may be you deserve an understanding ear. It has connected me more solidly to my fellow humans. It's through the bipolar that I can feel another's pain, that I can offer a shoulder to lean on and an ear to hear. It has made me a better person.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

i demand my rights for a magician stick

do you remember that post? well i am still hunted with that question whats missing? what changed?
the closest conclusion that i came to is the following:-


* i am sort of, kindda of happy. yeah i am not sad,i am actually content, come to think about it this sort of career life and this way of living was a thought that i once thought about for myself maybe with some changes
but come on, i get what i wanted so i am happy..


*i feel different, even different than the weirdo scary me, (thats what people say at least) but personally i think i have been getting those blank mind condition more often, i started having no reaction in situations that people who know me expect me to yell and get in a rage, i stopped having reaction to things i can't change, i am growing up (this phrase just jumped into my mind though i didn't thought of it at all !!)


 I feel I need a magical formula,  that can help me cast a spell on me to be more assured of what i feel and think, to answer all the what(s) and why(s), and which(s)  maybe something like a magician's stick, and get a rabbit out!
 And you know what the sad thing is.. I don't have any clue what *that* rabbit might be like or even if its a rabbit or not!

Sunday, June 12, 2011

random thoughts about goodbyes

i am a girl who is permanently feeling insecure, who gets worried for anything and about everything
i am someone with abandoning issues
but most of all i am a girl who doesn't do goodbyes, i never see someone off, i never totally break up or end my relation with anybody, theres always a half closed door, a window somewhere for entering back
i hate goodbyes and i don't do them and even if i wanted i don't know how..
isn't goodbye the saddest word that anybody can hear, i mean its a powerful word like goodbye here i said it i won't be around any more, i said goodbye so i won't hold you again..i said goodbye so all my promises is automatically broken.
i hate goodbyes

Saturday, June 11, 2011

about broken dreams and unfulfilled promises...

I've always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me

~ Dido, "Life for Rent"

So, it all starts at "I have no idea what's happened to that dream".. and i keep thinking what happened to a lot of dreams i had... i always wanted to travel abroad (to London and Paris)   for work or study for a year or two.. 

i wanted to take up the academic career path (still not late for that)..
 hmmmm i wanted to maintain a healthy lifestyle (sleep early, wake up early, walk a lot, eat healthy, see a lot of fresh air.. i do all these but the eat healthy one, its not that i don't like healthy food but its that i eat healthy _and_ unhealthy :))
so, the title of this post refers to this.. to all the what if's in my life.. 

all the other options and how my life would've been similar/different...

Monday, June 06, 2011

La fatalite... though

I promise to give what is to Caesar to Caesar, what is to God to God...

i promise to be a background musical theme...
Don't know when it will fade out though, to be replaced by a main theme...


I promise to divert from my route, with the intention of joining back my path...
Don't know whether life's tenderness will bring back the two ends together soon or late though...


I promise I won't regret anything... I don't do regrets... at least Not anymore...
I don't know whether there would be things worth regretting though...


I promise what I have in hand...
But I don't promise on behalf of destiny... 

Thursday, June 02, 2011

lights at night

Did you ever  notice lights at night? 
What is about lights? 
While strolling in the night time, watching the lights surrounding you.
 The hazy yellow light from a distance street lamp, dull white light from a near by shop, the head light and tail light of a passing by cars. Some funky bikes have fancy colored led lights, bright blue, green, red blinking together.
 Then the faithful traffic lights, mercury lamps, stadium lights, lights, lights and more lights.

One of the interesting facts about these lights is the way they kindle one's past life.

 Some of the lights brings me strange feelings inside me. 
They transport to a distance past, to a distance place.
 A place where i had been on a night, where there was a similar light glowing as a witness.
 A dim light from a distance carries a dimness, sadness of its own - just as a dying star emitting out its last portion of energy.
ok, let me save (deeply in my mind)  before the lights goes off due to frequent power cuts.



BTW did i ever mentioned that being a lone at a street at night is one of my life nightmares/ fobia

Monday, May 30, 2011

random thoughts about death (lack of security)

i always wanted to die young, i never imagined myself 50

i thought if i should die of cancer i want it to be liver cancer
because its fast and they'll give me a huge amount of pain killers so
i'll be numbed and dead.


but it never crossed my mind that i'll die of a bleeder stab in the
street like a street dog,


or i'll die the kind of death that my family have to identify my body,
i am not afraid of dying don't get me wrong (thought i'm not sure
whether i'm ready to face my after life or not)
actually its bothering me that i'm reckless about this subject, and i
become very bold when it comes to streets harassments
but what i think about everyday when i  leave the house and in my way
back is dying in such way
i am scared of being a thrown body on a side-way..

أكاد أجزم أنني أفضح نفسي امامه لأختبئ وراءها


Dear dead Man in my life,

I miss your stories.. both real and made-up.. mostly made-up, mostly real.

I seek you -or little parts of you- in others.

I do not need lecturing about any of the  issues i have. The issues are the issues , and are deceased.
 and to me you're dead in soul.

I do not need lecturing about letting go.

Also, free falling is not for me.

The borders get blurred and all (both? all?) men merge into one. 
And he is dead.
 And you are dead.

And I walk.
while i feel dead too

Saturday, March 26, 2011

reality sucks life out of me..

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. 
I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
~ Anaïs Nin

and to answer an old question:
Are we factually as daring as we “literary” are?
Are we all seeking ecstasy – quasi masturbating – with liberating literature or art, and disregarding – whether consciously or dreamingly – our limitations in reaching “neverland”?


I did, you did, we did.. We dreamt of neverland, and we started creating it. But reality is harsh, and it turned a dreamy neverland into a castle of ashes, another form of shackling reality.. So we were escaping from one cage into another, with the illusion of escape... We promised to float, "etre en mer", but we were weights pulling each other down to drown..

Oh well, reality sucks.. sucks the life out of me.

Saturday, October 02, 2010

a thought from today

What's ironic about knowing what you want is that you don't usually get it. Come on, you can't expect life to let you know it AND to get it as well!

Friday, October 01, 2010

a thought from today

Sometimes all i need is only to wake up from reality and rest on a cloud for a period of time

Monday, March 01, 2010

brain dump during a randomness mood

- Question : Why the hell do you torture me like that every time you feel like it?

Answer : because I can !



- Humiliation so painful that makes suicide sound convincing .



- A luxurious prison, is still a prison.



- Marionettes is a sick, sadistic sort of art , yet everyone seems to enjoy the show .



- Anger ate my sanity and i'm always angry , doctor says its because i drink too much coffee !! 



- Female on display .



- Even Barbie got a bad reputation , KNOWING that it's just a plastic DOLL .



- Hit your head against a wall ; your head will bleed, the wall will crack 
but the problem will remain UNSOLVED !



- One person's misery is measured according to their own standards .



- can Too much love make a person crave for loneliness , sometimes ??.



- Justifications are a guilty conscious sedative drug .



- No matter how logical a person's point of view, its still a POINT OF VIEW !



- The group of hypothetical people always "SAYING" their holly opinions 

upon EVERYONE'S behavior : MASS MURDER !

is there really ever a point?

How often have you looked at your past life
 and felt a slight ache in your heart ?

Ever stopped to think: 

what is it really that's causing these aches?

Where is this technology taking us?


Are we really growing further apart in distance to eachother
the closer we get through technology?

Have our intimate moments become electronic?
How clear can our feelings truly show through a screen text?

Is the grass truly greener on the other side?

 What about the side we'r on now?
Ever considered to watch its true color?

 or is it the greed human nature of craving for
what ever you don't have?

Can we have it all?!
and..
What are the measures to this ultimate satisfaction ?

How long
can it
can you make it
can you believe it
last?

Is there really ever a point?

It's Funny how all the languages we created speak against our nature!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

i claim my right

Wednesday is my favorite day of the week
its management meeting day at the head office in Dokki, its the day that i feel i really love my job,
i get to be around my old office, the friends i made through work, and above all we get to talk, and go for lunch and speak our guts out about whatever brain dumb in any of us head,

 so today as you already knew from my previous 2 or 3 posts i have been struggling with the idea of let myself be sad/ unhappy or push myself to be happy

in another word "fake it until i make it".

so i was quiet all day wondering how to open the subject ,
then when we went to have launch during we were waiting for the food to come i throw my thought on them and innocently said: 

" i claim my right to be unhappy "


and here's what came next:

"But I like the inconveniences," said friend X

"We don't," said friend Y.
"We prefer to do things comfortably."

me: "But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness."
"really," said friend Z,
"you're claiming the right to be unhappy?!!."
"All right then," said friend X
me: defiantly, "I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."
then X said: "i am claiming my right to grow old and ugly and impotent, the right to have syphilis and cancer, the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy, the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow, the right to catch typhoid, the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.

"There was a long silence."
I claim them all," said friend X at last.
friend Z shrugged her shoulders. "You're welcome," She said.



that's why i like my friend, because its always good to know that there's people more messed up than me :P.
later everybody must go home now..