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.

Sue me.

I'm passionate...sue me.
I'm thoughtful...sue me.
I'm silent...sue me.
I'm nice...sue me.
I'm selfconscious....sue me.
I get horny sometimes....sue me.
I'm a music junkie...sue me.
I despise how dependent i am on music....sue me.
Sometimes i can't hear my own voice over the noise you people make...sue me
I don't know what to do with you...sue me.
I don't know what to do with me...sue me.
I really don't want to care....sue me.
I do care though so.....sue me.
I can't relate to any of the crap you say...sue me.
Hell, i can't even relate to any of the crap I say...sue. me.
I always take the underdogs side....sue me.
I believe a book, a movie or a song can be more real than most of you could ever be...sue me.
I cuss like a machine gun....sue me.
I never do it in front of strangers or girls....sue me.
I laugh out loud harder watching TV alone...sue me.
sometime I consider conforming....sue me.
Don't think I'll ever do it...sue me.
I might delete all that bullshit later, so sue me.

because, I get tired of searching.

I dream of the day when they'll invent a device, wireless earphones one can put on and they study you, I mean all of your thoughts, demons, experiences, anxieties and aspirations, and get to know you like no-one else does, and update themselves with every change in your life, and when you turn them on they play the perfect most relevant song to you at that time, this way we would always get that sweet fucked-upness listening to the perfect song, every-single-time we turn them on.

Grandma's mirror.

I remember vividly when i was really young , a kid , i was at my grandma's i was staring at the mirror and she told me "stop it , people who stare at mirrors go mad eventually".

Well , i turned out to be mad already but i wonder , was it beacuse i didn't listen to her and kept staring at mirrors every time i see one or is it the other way around ! , that people who were already born mad stare at mirrors and people like grandma got it backwards!

At night.

when we were kids we were absolutely clueless about the other half of the day , the half when all the things we wonder about and dream about truely exist , the half we knew exists but weren't allowed to witness cuz we were just too young & immature to comprehend all the awesomness of it as if we were allowed to we would be overwhelmed and die instantly , um talking about the mysterious magical "NIGHT".

When i did wake up in the middle of the night i remeber getting overwhelmed and excited beyound expressions i used to be like " Wow , i am there now ....the forbidden kingdom ! um where the gigantic adults show their true beings and discuss cosmic issues , where they go through every detail of what i had done all-day which i was naive enough to think that they didn't notice , but apparently they did other wise why would they be awake now and talking ! , when also everything gets a break from being still and stop pretending to be lifeless , yes , chairs , tables , bags shoes you name it flicker back to life , say and do whatever they've been really wanting to all-day long but couldn't .doing what they crave doing instead of the lame-ass purposes they were supposedly made for"

And i remeber being cautious , very cautious not to witness too much , cuz i believed that there was a reason why we shouldn't , so i close my eyes and go back to sleep feeling both happy & proud that i get a glimpse of it and childishly relieved that i made it back in one piece and wasn't torn up by the night's awesomness.

I miss that !, i miss being clueless ! , about things that make life exciting things that give us reasons to anticipate and look forward.

Now, that the mystery about the night has gone , um going to find other overwhelming things to look forward to , i am going to search for reasons to be grateful and understanding , things that would make me embrace life and find inner-peace.

Cuz if The mystical night has shown it's true colours , there are plenty of colours left still to see.