The word 'Oblivion' is pretentious..
The word 'Pretentious' is a smug.

The word 'Neat' is gay..
And, the word 'Gay' is kinda neat.

"Fuck you" doesn't serve it's purpose well..
..And, neither does "I love you"

Fuck you.. I love you. yea.

I hate you, because you are the only one who gets to me deep enough to hate her..
I hate you, because you ceased to be a real person and started being a concept.
I hate you, because you are hate-able.

I love you.

I spent a couple of minutes today trying to find out what sounds I like the most,
It wasn't music, no..
Not the voices of people I love or ever loved..

It wasn't even the sound of my beloved silence,

It's much simpler than that..

It's the sound of the rain and the sound of waves crashing on the shore.

I guess, It has something to do with water..

I like water..

If only people were water..

I love you greasy, I love you sweaty and I count the moments to see you at your worst before wanting to see you at your best.
Because, with a face like yours, you can never go wrong.
You always cheer my heart up.
And, I am grateful, no matter what.

7

I know that it will sound stupid, but the fact that 3+4=7 is original. I mean It's kinda obvious that 6+1=7 and even 5+2=7 isn't that shocking. But, when you get to think about it, 3+4=7 you're like .. Awesome.

Me, taking a left

I was doing some errands & while I was walking I took a left around the corner, I found myself very grateful that I’m not one of the people who could only walk straight forward & not able to take a left when they want to. 

Well, I don’t know if such folks exist, but if they do exist .. I’m grateful I’m not one of them.

The 25th of November.

     This is a diary kinda thing and I don't know why am I posting it here So, you really don't need to read that at all.
Okay.,
     Today is Sunday November 25th, my 25th birthday. and I'd like to tell you how things are like right now..
It's 7:22 am. I've been freezing for the last hour waiting for my bus to Cairo just to get in and have some warmth to find it's even more freezing inside. One might ask why not go exactly on the bus's time..I'll tell you..I actually wanted to take the bus before that but I missed it, I missed it because I had a fight with the Taxi driver and told him to go to the nearest police station so after a lot of starring and a little wrestling I found my self in his -not so friendly neighbourhood - he parked the taxi and started calling his dear friend "Hadida" which I pretty much took as my que to leave, obviously. (Is that how "Que" spelt, whatever).

      I took another Taxi paid even more, missed my bus and now I'm gonna be late..for what you ask?
for the appointment I have with my boss's boss to try to save my ass from being let go because my bitch of a boss told him I'm always late. get it? I'm late on an appointment to convince my boss's boss I'm never late. exciting times. you're allowed to laugh.. I see the humour in it as well. 
                                                                       Happy fucking Birthday.

   It's 1:50 pm
      I'm on the bus on my way back home, long story short I didn't convince him..turns out my punctuality wasn't the reason..what is the real reason..I have no fucking idea. and the cherry on top is that I just got a phone call telling me that some other asshole is holding back my file in another company for no fucking reason.

       I went home replied to my 'Happy birthday' mentions and posts on twitter and facebook which kinda cheered me up a little then I felt sad that it cheered me up. So, I killed my phone and went to sleep.