tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219180932024-03-07T10:42:39.961+02:00The Bitter BlogFirst THE TRUTH then Bitterness usually followsKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-28838319242682081452011-01-03T18:49:00.005+02:002011-01-07T14:28:02.372+02:00DAY "ONE" A.K.A This is what you come up with after over 2 years of silence?The quotes are because this isn't the first thought per se, just the first one I got while having the opportunity to type it out... so it's not technically day number 1<br />There's a million reasons to panic... All as insignificant or as life changing as you choose to make them. Fact remains that millions of people did it before you and hopefully millions after you will (end-of-the-world events permitting)<br /><br />It might be too soon to write about it in the first place... Perhaps I haven't had the time to fully absorb and/or realize the impact of this step...<br /><br />I was telling "N" a couple of days back that finding someone in your late twenties makes you one step closer to what many might consider the good life... I've failed to mention to her that it also automatically gives you a statistical longevity advantage over those who found said someone (I refuse to use the term "the one") in their early twenties.<br />Is it luck? Number of (educated) trials? Sheer bloody determination to tough it out? I have an answer but since almost every persons answer to that question is bound to be a subjective, autobiographical one, I would rather keep my answer to myself... I personally have evidence against and for all 3 theories :)<br /><br />Laptops and Beauty marks on girls who resemble exes aside [which ex? Doesn't matter N ♥], I think its up for each person to discover the answer to that question on their own... I'm reminded? Of an old story about someone asking the old wise man the answer to some question and the old man sending him on several pointless quests only at the end for the young apprentice to realize that the answer lied in the actual journey... You know?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Update:</span> It could also be The Karate Kid part 1 :)<br /><br />Soooooo, where was I? Yes, panicking.<br />I'm OK with my own company... I keep myself in check, and generally before it gets too complicated as well... No one is perfect but we should all strive to be better, shouldn't we? In fact (religion aside) I believe in mini mistakes to help us do mini corrections on our course to "greatness"... Everybody wants to be great don't they?<br /><br />addendum:<br /><br />I have cyclical depression? Tidal shifts<br />I like to refer to them as waves washing over me and any man worth his dinner knows you don't fight the tide, you swim and duck and such until you clear it... It'll be interesting to see how it goes with "N" ♥ around this year and with all the new factors<br /><br />P.s. It is also worth noting that those cycles are most apparent/vicious in Jan and late June early July.<br /><br />P.s Bardo :) It's not the first thing in over 2 years, just the first here :)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-64881097777282103702008-11-17T13:40:00.004+02:002008-11-17T14:29:58.063+02:00"One day, lad, all this will be yours!" "What, the curtains?"The problem with family businesses<br /><br />It's somehow maintaining a balance between how much you want to spend, how much you'd like to save and how much to re-invest... combine that with family members who do absolutely nothing yet think they can somehow control what you do or think they're somehow entitled to equal benefits just because they share the same last name.<br /><br />I deliberately take out a small amount of money for my monthly salary, i do that consciously, and the reason is that whatever i don't spend is better off being reinvested rather than tucked away somewhere... it just seems like a smarter choice. that's why i still haven't taken out my annual bonus for the last two years... and for that reason i think i am entitled to some of the things they're not entitled to<br /><br />I mean fuck, i get paid less than i would had i been selling credit cards in some bank for the past 5 years, and trust me i don't sell credit cards... i was so enraged by that mini argument, i mean the nerve, the audacity, the narrow vision... (the amount we were talking about is about half the amount that person owes me as a result of the recent exchange rate changes in our respective bank accounts which we [and by we i mean I] maintain at an equal balance in different currencies) and the rest can be covered from my yet to be paid bonuses...<br /><br />Shit!<br /><br /><br />P.S the title is from Monty Python and the holy grail...KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-52370645767743666892008-03-21T14:58:00.000+02:002008-03-21T13:07:56.987+02:00Not CoolThe "Asshole" posts and all somewhat related ones as well have been removed until further notice<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm not happy about itKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-78911774802397954142008-02-04T13:42:00.000+02:002008-02-04T13:44:25.822+02:00What Women Want<i>Men are only after one thing”</i><br /><br />I’ve heard that phrase so many times I’ve lost count by now, but it’s fair to say the number was in the 4 digit area, I’ve been hearing it again recently and normally I’d let it slide… after all it’s not like my fellow men have done a lot to rebut that argument… in fact, the majority of my gender’s actions confirms it, we can’t argue that men are pigs, even the most respectable male has a pig somewhere deep inside him. Or as Anis Mansour once put it “Al Gentelman, ze2b taweel el baal” and again most gentlemen won’t argue that unless there are some females present :)<br /><br />However, that led me to think - which in itself is a rarity these days with the amount of work that’s been shoveled over me - that led me to think about what women want?<br /><br />Throughout my past couple of relationships, and the eventual collapse, there has been one recurring theme (and no, it wasn’t about that only one thing that all men want) that theme was that I got smothered easily, or to be more biased to myself, I felt too smothered. The distance I needed, the space I needed was perhaps the only need not being catered to, and even though I can’t speak for all males I can assure you that this particular male definitely wants space, needs space.<br />It seems that the request of being left alone occasionally is too much to ask out of a female, perhaps I have a certain quality and/or facial feature that makes me attract the needy ones…<br /><br />So I asked around, all the males I know, older men, younger ones, it seems I’m not alone out there, all agreed that women are clingy and needy, it’s just one of their major qualities, what we refer to as clingy and needy they refer to as being emotionally developed and ready to commit, it’s all a matter of wording if you ask me… the bottom line is that emotionally developed/clingy does not work with independent/emotionally crippled, they don’t compliment each other no matter how hard we try, opposites may attract but not without some consequences… or maybe we just need to try harder, but only when the goal of spending “the rest of your life” with her/him is worth all the hard work.<br /><br />One person’s hard labour is another person’s heaven…<br /><br />But that entire post aside I move for changing the quote at the top to <b>“Men are only after one thing, Women are after EVERYTHING” </b>KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-14542669329602377112007-12-03T10:35:00.000+02:002007-12-03T10:37:24.907+02:00Gay-darAm i the only one who finds it alarming that i was singing "freedom" by "George Michael" today as i was taking my morning shower???KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-30929385189521573702007-11-21T14:13:00.000+02:002007-11-25T19:21:57.214+02:00It's OverYup<br /><br />Ended last week.<br /><br />No more In-a-Relationship With <a href="http://thetruthbykareem.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmmm.html">HER</a><br /><br />We sure had our ups and downs, she was and still remains a great girl who did all her best to make me happy.<br /><br />God knows i did my best too :( <br /><br />But as Anouk once sang "my best wasn't good enough"<br /><br />It worries me to be at this point in my life, where being single is more appealing than being in a relationship<br />Am i addicted to being single??<br /><br />A little background info on my dating history: I don't have relationships that last longer than 3 months, there was this one time (at band camp ;) where i had a relationship that lasted for a year and a half, and now this is my second longest relationship ever (<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">and my most real</span>)<br /><br />My Mean, Median and Mode is less than 3 months. What? Am I that hard to please?? do i have a very thin line rather than a range of what i want in life and out of a relationship??? the rigid bastard that is me. I know i am quite flexible when it comes to what I'm expecting of my girl to do... but when it comes to what is expected of me I'm not so nice... it's more of a I'm-gonna-be-flexible-with-you-and-let-you-do-what-you-want-so-let-me-do-what-i-want.<br /><br />Cause for alarm you say? I think i heard someone say Emotionally Crippled.... yes you at the back...<br /><br />Kareemfromegypt: Now is the time to be self centered, to worry about myself<br />Kareemfromegypt: when did you ever stop being self centered?<br />Kareemfromegypt: Don't be such a bitch, bitch!!!<br />Kareemfromegypt: ooooh, such a tough guy aren't you? what are you going to do? Slap yourself?<br />Kareemfromegypt: I feel quite tempted<br />Kareemfromegypt: Well... Bring it on Pretty boy!!!!<br /><br /><br />Sorry about that, he does like to cause a scene... I'll deal with him later<br /><br />I'm not crying, I'm not depressed, not that much, I'm not sure if i'm holding back any feelings, not allowing myself the time to grieve, Refusing to grieve in the first place, not allowing myself to pity my failure, refusing to view it as failure. There is her though, i still worry about her, worry about how she's doing, worried about whether i should be by her side, continue to give her the "mediocre" support that i was giving her, Or if being close to her will remind her of the good times, make it harder for both of us to move along. I do want her as a friend cuz she's a really cool friend, and i always find it easy to talk with her and i think she thinks the same of me. We did agree to remain close, not to try to ignore each other, to pick up from where we left before we got into this relationship, and i'm ore than willing to do that<br /><br />over the past week, 3 days in a row i couldn't get to her, i'd call but she'd be busy... and it sort of made me feel that she was ignoring me on purpose, that was one day after we agreed on being there for each other, on not disappearing, and i couldn't help but think that she was ignoring me on purpose<br /><br />last thursday (the 4th day of me not being able to talk to her) i called her up on my way to see some friends, and we had a nice one hour long chat about that, it went okay, wasn't Super and yet wasn't a disaster... i think we can do this :)))<br /><br /><br />Now I'd love to sit and chat but i have some Schizophrenic butt kicking to deal with :)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-41864681378525250472007-10-11T00:23:00.000+02:002007-10-11T15:43:53.306+02:00I can't take this shitIt's killing me to hear her like that, to know that she's in a ridiculous amount of pain and that her son of a goddamned cockguzzling bitch father is not doing anything about it.<br /><br />not to mention that he's supposedly a doctor, and a good reputable one. How can that sorry pathetic excuse for a father be like that? how can he know that his daughter, who just went into back surgery less than two months ago is in severe pain and not do anything about it?<br /><br />I feel helpless, i don't know how to handle this, i blame her for being that helpless, i blame her for letting her case deteriorate to that extent, i blame her for being afraid of hospital and doctors in general, not that she has had a good example at home, i blame her for not trying to get help directly from his friends or from her other family members, her aunt, her grandmother, anyone, and i blame her for not yelling/crying loud enough for her worse than deaf piece-of-shit Dad to hear.<br /><br />i don't care if he has "problems", even if he's going bankrupt, even if she used to cry wolf as a kid, even if he walked in on his two sons fucking, no human being is that selfish, i hope he suffers, i hope he experiences her pain AND her helplessness, i hope he DOES walk in on his two sons blowing each other<br /><br /><br />i HATE that man more than i have hated anyone else in my life so far, i hope he does have even more "problems" than he has now , i want to see him suffer even more than he is allegedly suffering now, i want to see him writhing in pain, both physical and emotional painKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-8582830183791527962007-09-14T21:39:00.000+02:002007-11-21T14:12:51.575+02:00Tidal Waveone thing's for sure<br /><br />i haven't been this depressed in a very long while<br /><br />i haven't felt the need to be alone, to deal with my invisible shit since almost forever<br /><br />it's putting a strain on my relationship, and on everything, i just want to be alone, want to be left alone<br /><br />and she doesn't understand nor appreciate that, cuz she's the kind that needs people around her when she's depressed, i don't want anyone to pamper me, i just want to deal, to try and find out what's making me feel this way<br /><br />why do i resent my life and other's lives as well, we make fun of some shit on a daily basis yet some people's dreams are that very same shit we make fun of.<br /><br />walking hand in hand 3al kornish, eating icecream from some shop then waking back home, that could be a romantic thing to do if it was in any other country, without the hoards of sons of bitches waiting to either comment on you two or grope her depending on your location.<br /><br />yet blaming them is only part of the equation, it's hard to teach people about equality and respecting the female body when their own body is not respected, their hunger pangs, their dignity, from the policeman, the rich guy in his car, the neighbors, the other people riding on the bus.<br /><br />we make fun of random stuff, for example it's my turn to take you out today, let me buy you lunch, Erm... didn't you say you craved fuul and ta3meya sandwiches?, yet most people eat that more than once a day, it's not a joke, it's sad<br /><br />i feel like crying, and again i haven't cried in a while, i've been detached from all forms of emotional stimuli for longer than eternity and now it's all coming back in one strong combined blow to the gut<br /><br />i feel hate towards society and life and contempt towards myself and my like, the privileged ones, i feel we don't do enough and i'm not sure if i want to do something, cuz i don't believe it will make a difference and i can't live with myself for feeling like that<br /><br /><br />i haven't felt that much disdain for myself in a very long whileKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-38565625301714614782007-09-14T13:29:00.000+02:002007-09-14T22:07:17.273+02:00Karim is a friend of mineThe dude doesn't pick up, never answers his phone, doesn't reply to our emails and we're all worried sick about him<br /><br />He's the smartest person you'll ever meet, a sense of humor that's unmatched, a genius both conversationally and academically, the guy was the top of his class and the top of our school with virtually no studying.<br /><br /><br /><br />he sent us a mail about a month ago appologizing for not being a "good friend" and all, and his exact words were:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">It has taken me quite a while to write the next couple of words ..<br /><br />I just wanted to apologize for not being a very good friend lately, even though I honestly don't understand what the word means .. I know I have "disappeared" many times before, and it isn't very amusing any more .. But of all the times when I just couldn't deal with everything, I had never felt the need to vanish so strongly before ..<br /><br />I have been dealing with a lot of things lately, and I just realized that I can't resolve all of those issues on my own .. I acknowledge the need to seek dedicated professional advice .. I really appreciate your concern, and I apologize again for being a prick ..<br /><br />Hope you are all doing well, and hope next time we meet it will better for all of us ..<br />k.</span><br /><br />that last paragraph in particular "Hope you are all doing well, and hope next time we meet it will better for all of us .. "sounds a bit too suicidal for my liking<br /><br /><br />i don't know how to reach out to him, i'm sure he's got real shit on his mind, the heavy, hardcore type, like being raped or seeing your mom in bed with another guy or seeing your younger brother blowing his uncle or something, just not sure what to do with him, and he's never been the type to talk about his normal problems, i can only imagine what some real shit will do to him.<br /><br /><br />i hope he's seeing a therapistKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-43674898023746924332007-09-05T10:20:00.000+03:002007-09-05T10:27:32.716+03:00OuchThe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ex's</span> Father Died yesterday<br /><br />THE ex is what i call my former girlfriend of a year and a half, the relationship that felt most right, not an ex, the ex<br /><br />I just got off the phone with her and she broke me<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i haven't felt like crying in ages</span><br /><br />her whimper really hit the spot<br /><br />plus the fact that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> not used to her being vulnerable, she's tough as nails when she needs to, and she's been through a hell of a lot over the past 4 years but never complained.<br /><br />although we don't talk regularly, i still care for her, despite the rumors that were never confirmed, despite never giving me a reason as to why she broke up with me, she'll always be special to me<br /><br />may God give her more strength for that one<br /><br />will get back to you guys in a while<br /><br />Allah yer7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">amo</span><br />KKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-83510654481631076892007-08-28T00:01:00.000+03:002007-08-28T00:01:31.156+03:00NightmaresI Barely remember my dreams<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i think that's something a lot of guys can claim, i think i read somewhere that guys in general don't remember their dreams as well as girls although they dream with the same frequency<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and i usually enjoy long uninteruppted stretches of sleep, very few times can i remember having problems sleeping<br /><br /><br /><br />one thing i do remember quite well is nightmares<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nightmares are nature's way of giftwrapping some shit for youKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-21003166014082497132007-07-19T15:58:00.000+03:002007-07-19T16:10:47.505+03:00Why should I help???A weird memory flashed across my mind yesterday as I was with my best friend “the asshole” and his bitch fiancée (N) and a lot of the asshole’s work buddies<br /><br /><br />I got lost 3 times in London as a kid.<br /><br /><br />Yep that’s right three times, you’d think I’d have learned by maybe the second time but nope.<br />I would like to go on the record that I love London and consider it my home away from home<br /><br /><br /><br />It all started when I was Six years old, I was on a school trip, not an official school trip per se but it was supervised by our school or something don’t really remember the only reason I went was because my sister was going and my mom was going anyway at that time so it was either London or my grandma’s house<br /><br />On one of the organized outings we were supposed to go to see some place (possibly the tower of London, maybe Madame tussauds wax museum or some other similar place)<br /><br />I tagged along and daydreamed most of the time (I used to daydream a lot when I was a kid) actually all my school reports stated that “kareem is a very bright kid…bla bla blah but needs to pay more attention” then on the ride back to the hotel I was sleepy so I sneaked to the back of the crowded bus and cuddled next to a “pretty” girl (too bad she was too old for me, she was in grade 11 or something while I was six, it didn’t work out) I was cute back then, before the weight and the pimples and the insecurities piled on.<br /><br /><br />I woke up maybe an hour later to find that the bus instead of the expected noise of the teenagers who were on board I found two nice middle aged ladies and one possibly deceased English man with a weird hat on his head, I remember distinctly that I didn’t cry, and that’s coming from a kid who was around 6 years old that time, and who didn’t speak English very well.<br /><br />Strange huh?<br /><br /><br />Now the way things are in this life Is that now if I find that bus driver who helped me find my way back, to the hotel, called them up and told them there’s a kid that you guys forgot, bought me chocolates and gummy bears or something (and a diet 7up) I don’t know why he bought me a diet 7up but I distinctly remember that it was diet (maybe he thought I might be diabetic and I have tons of respect for him even if that wasn’t why he got the diet one) but the sad truth is that if I he needed a blood donation I wouldn’t give it to him cuz I don’t know him now, I owe him a lot yet there’s no chance in hell that I’ll be able to pay him back, maybe that’s the reason we’re meant to “pay it forward”<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you guys find it strange that I remember tiny details like the diet 7up one?<br />.<br />.<br />.KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-63367707534127569342007-07-19T15:52:00.000+03:002007-07-19T15:58:44.450+03:00SFP = Sweaty Fat Pervert :)<table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #110000 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #110000 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"><tbody><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Greed:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #440011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">High<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #770022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 146px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Gluttony:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">Medium<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 100px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Wrath:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #440011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">High<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #770022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 138px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Sloth:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #440011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">High<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #770022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 116px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Envy:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">Medium<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 84px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Lust:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #550011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">Very High<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #990022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff">Pride:</b></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none">Medium<br /></td><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"><div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 72px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><br />Take the <a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top">Seven Deadly Sins Quiz</a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>DAMN!!!!!</p><p> </p><p>didn't know lust had me done keda, i always liked to think of myself as a more decent person, not pervy perverson</p><p>other than that they got the rest pretty right, i do get a lot more Angry, Lazy and Greedy than Envious, Gluttonous or Proud</p>KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-7967783958779903132007-07-14T00:57:00.000+03:002007-07-14T01:12:42.332+03:00Hmmmm!!!!<span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong>I wrote this sometime in late May</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />but first, i'd like to appologize for the delayed absence for those who cared enough to ask, and also appologize for not replying to their comments<br /><br />so this is what i wrote back in may</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://shokeir.blogspot.com/">Shokeir</a> told me there <strong>must</strong> be something that’s worth writing about for you, something that grabs your attention enough for you to contemplate and come up with a conclusion about or at least an opinion (that was his answer when i told him i haven't been inspired lately)<br /><br />The weird thing is that I don’t, and haven’t had in over a month now<br /><br />For over 2 years now I’ve had a very successful spell of being sharp and observant, mainly about relationships cuz I’m not one to talk about politics and in a way I think everything else has a way of taking care of itself (work, family and friends)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Yet</strong> the main challenge that so many twenty-somethings fail to complete successfully is finding ourselves a partner (that’s what I honestly believe, or else I wouldn’t be over thinking it) (I like to consider myself a smart person)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So being it that I was single for over 2 years. That left me with analyzing everyone around me, no one was safe, not my parents, not my friends, not my clients and it was cool at first, predicting when this couple was going to split or why that couple did. It reached a point when I crossed over to analyzing friendships and their dynamics and in a sense I still do.<br /><br />Now this long introduction / self analysis happened in my head yesterday after I read shokeir’s message.<br /><br />And…<br /><br />The reason I haven’t been blogging lately, not even checking other blogs (other than being busy) is that I’m now in a relationship.<br /><br />Who would have thought I would not remain bitter. Bitter, truthful, kareemfromegypt is now in a relationship and happy and content with it, is accepting the stuff he wouldn’t have been accepting under any other situation, finding them perfectly normal, not only that but actually enjoying them<br /><br /><strong><br />Now Ain’t THAT strange?</strong><br /><br /><br />This reminds me of the Gym Class Heroes Cover of “take a look at my girlfriend” especially the bit,<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">“It’s been some time since we last spoke<br />and this is gonna sound like a bad joke,<br />but momma I fell in love again,<br />it’s safe to say I have a new girlfriend”<br /><br />“And I know it sound so old,<br />but cupid got me in a chokehold,<br />and I’m afraid I might give in,<br />towel’s on the mat, my white flag is wavin’<br /></span><br /><br /><br />Okay so writing this post less than 2 months after I wrote about love being <a href="http://thetruthbykareem.blogspot.com/2007/04/tender-trap.html">the Tender trap</a> makes me feel weird, completely <span style="color:#ff6600;">shatters</span> my credibility, destroys the way I view myself :)<br /><br /><br />But maybe, just maybe, this might be the <span style="color:#000000;">time</span>, time for me to actually meet someone who not only makes me happy (that wasn’t the issue but eliminates the “what ifs” and “maybes”.<br /><br />And although I still have a lot to know / learn yet I just wanted to state this…<br /><br /><br /><br />I love you Mrs. Banana :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>P.s</strong> For anyone who feels like vomiting after reading this post, I left several buckets alongside the tissues by the exit :)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-55265334891694567302007-04-01T23:15:00.000+02:002007-04-06T10:35:11.762+02:00The Tender Trap<p>Whether it's by amplifying the truth/reality</p><p>Whether it's by accepting stuff that you wouldn't normally put up with</p><p>whether it's putting a special ringtone for them or going out of your way to please them</p><p></p><p>we all fall for that trap at somepoint in our lives</p><p>Should i remain the only sane one out of the bunch? or should i wise up and join the crowd?</p><p>why do we pretend that being on our own isn't getting to us? IS IT? Sometimes it does.</p><p>Am i really that sane? Rather than a commitment phobe / ingrateful prick? someone with issues, some serious baggage? i don't feel like i have baggage, not very heavy ones at least.</p><p>whether it's making a fool of yourself infront of a total stranger, or worse (a close friend) </p><p>whether it's a girl groping another girl at a party</p><p>whether it's proposing to your ex g.f 3 months or so after your current love turned down your marriage proposal</p><p>wether it's willing yourself to marry a guy you barely know, who lives in Japan, and who won't even be there during your marriage cuz he can't take time off</p><p></p><p></p><p>Holding out for a hero? more like holding out till the next person shows up.</p>KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-5320197794941953032007-03-12T23:05:00.000+02:002007-03-12T23:16:33.634+02:00My Love (Let me talk to you my love)Oh how much i wanted you.<br /><br /><br />Oh how it killed me when you said no.<br /><br /><br />Killed me, to the extent that when you called me for the first time in 4 months,<br /><br /><br />I was willing to ditch (R) my first kiss<br /><br /><br />and we all know how important she was. How she had me fucked (from her effect on me) for about 3 years after<br /><br /><br /><br />Now that i look back (M) on how i felt<br />i can't but wonder what magic you spelt.<br /><br /><br /><br />but the magic is done babe, and so am I.<br /><br /><br /><br />I see you now and can't help but think how weak you are, how life made you bitter.<br />It didn't help that your default setting was sarcastic bitch, was i gonna be the one putting up with all the insecurities? You changed though...<br /><br /><br /><br />you see the sarcastic bitch was cute, because underneath it was a nice person, a beautiful, funny girl who wasn't afraid to sound foolish, when did all the insecurities pile up??????? we're supposed to grow more confident as we grow up,<br /><br /><br />yet with you only the sarcastic bitch grew, and the beautiful, confident part wasn't there to prserve her sanity.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />AND i'm glad i missed the show.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you are a firm believer in fate & that people will end up in the same place no matter which route/path they take then it wouldn't have made the tiniest difference if i was there.<br /><br /><br />And when i see what i wanted for myself i thank God that my dream didn't come true cuz honestly (M), I Don't want to be your hero anymore.KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-44380696039915175432007-03-12T22:55:00.000+02:002007-03-12T23:04:45.280+02:00Doctors and WorkMy office is in a building that has a lot of doctors, and although the building is in a relatively upscale area of town, it seems that some of those doctors do a lot of work with unions or something.<br /><br />Several times a month as i'm leaving work at night i get greated with the sight of a young mother crying somewhere between the ground and second floor and EVERY SINGLE TIME it's because she can't afford to treat or hospitalize her kid, it's not like their beggars or professionals or anything, and the sight of them with their family around them looking that helpless makes me feel like shit.<br /><br />to be at that stage where you can't afford to treat your kid is depressing, and yet a the same time it's quite... ummm....<br /><br /><br />shit.KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-48465385248025895722007-03-12T22:50:00.000+02:002007-03-12T23:49:46.064+02:00Tags R' UsSection 1 - Last 1s?<br /><br />1. last beverage? <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sugarless Coffee</span><br />2. last phone call? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">College Buddy (S)<br /></span>3. last instant message?<span style="color:#cc66cc;"> (N) checking if i was going to a certain outing, i didn't<br /></span>4. last cd played? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Amy Winehouse's debut album "Frank".</span><br />5. last time you cried? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Drunk on Tequilla and being accused of being an asshole to an all-round great Gal, not sure if it was the tequilla or the girl.<br /></span><br />Section 2 - 6 Have You Evers:<br /><br />1. dated someone twice? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">In General i don't, but i did it once for revenge purposes<br /></span>2.been cheated on? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">I think so<br /></span>3. kissed someone & regretted it? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Why?? now that u mention it i think i do</span><br />4. lost someone special? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Family members and a girl i knew from school that i cared about</span><br />5. been depressed?<span style="color:#cc66cc;"> i'm depressed on a daily basis :)<br /></span>6. been drunk and threw up? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">twice in my lifetime so far<br /></span><br />Section 3 - List 3 Favourite Colors<br /><br />1. <span style="color:#6633ff;">Blue </span><br />2. <span style="color:#663333;">Brown<br /></span>3. A tie between<span style="color:#666666;"> </span><span style="color:#999999;">Dark Grey</span> & <span style="color:#ff99ff;">Pink<br /></span><br />Section 4 - This month have you (Past Month)<br /><br />1. Made a new friend? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">mainly got back in touch with a lot of old ones</span><br />2. Fallen out of love? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">I wasn't in love aslan<br /></span>3. Laughed until you cried?<span style="color:#cc66cc;"> i teared up so yes<br /></span>4. Met someone who changed your life? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Sadly no</span><br />5. Found out who your true friends were? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Nope</span><br />6. Is there something you want to tell someone?<span style="color:#cc66cc;"> hmmm... i guess so, but do you really want to know??? i actually am more straightforward than i should be ( for my own good)</span><br />7. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">If</span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"> that means Kiss a female friend then yes, if it means anything else i'll kick your ass<br /></span>8. How many people on your top friends do you know in real life? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">huh?</span><br />9. How many kids do you want to have? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">i'd rather have girls than boys but i guess ideally one of each<br /></span>10. Do you have any pets? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">I'm allergic to cats and dogs, and i don't consider goldfish and reptiles pets so no i don't</span><br /><br />Section Five - What Else<br /><br />1. Do you wanna change your name? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">No, it's damn sexy baby<br /></span>2. What did you do for your last birthday? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">previous night Went out at night to After 8 with a couple of the dudes, then on the actual day i went tanning in the morning, then lunch at sangria with some college buddies, then desert with auc buddies, then caught a movie with some more friends, it was good<br /></span>3. What time did you wake up today? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">7:10 am (first time i hit the snooze button was 7:10 am)<br /></span>4.What were you doing at midnight last night? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Driving home</span><br />5. Name something you CANNOT wait for? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Finishing one of them Damn novels, peace of mind, Finding a girl who understands me and likes me for me.<br /></span>6. Last time you saw your father?<span style="color:#cc66cc;"> I see him all the time, we work together and i haven't moved out yet :(</span><br />7. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?<span style="color:#cc66cc;"> Not sure if there's anything, if i give it more thought i'd probably tell you a couple of things though.<br /></span>8.What are you listening to right now? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Tristan Prettyman's live rendetion of " November"<br /></span>9. Have you ever talked to Tom? <span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>Tom dah yeb2a khaltak<br /></strong></span>10. Have you ever talked about someone behind their back? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">I blog about them behind their back too<br /></span>11. What’s the last piece of clothing you borrowed from anyone? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">My dad's polo shirt, ever since i lost weight i can't find summer stuff that fit</span><br />12. Who’s getting on your nerves right now? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">A lot of people but i choose to ignore them</span><br />13. Most visited webpage? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Kitco.com, email, wikipedia (it's the devil)<br /></span>14. Coke or Pepsi? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Pepsi in egypt, coke elsewhere<br /></span>15. Have you kissed or been kissed by anyone in the past week? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Yes (usually kissed and being kissed go hand in hand)<br /></span>16.Mac or PC? <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Never tried Mac, so Mac.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />y'all been taggedKareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-19906801666129632092007-03-09T14:30:00.000+02:002007-05-08T12:57:55.661+03:00my visited countries mapwhere i've been so far<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="271" src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedCountries/worldmap?visited=USEGATBEFRDEGRITNLSKESUKLBAE" width="529" /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66">create your own visited country map</a><br />or check our <a href="http://www.world66.com/europe/italy/veneto/venice">Venice travel guide</a><br /><br /><br /><br />2 continents that i've never set foot in<br />and 3 that i've only visited one country<br /><br />good news is i've almost finished Europe :)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-20397256276313705562007-03-05T12:46:00.000+02:002007-03-05T12:54:13.354+02:00how sexy is your name<table height="220" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="270" align="center" background="http://www.wishafriend.com/pf/sn/bg.jpg"><tbody><tr><td align="middle"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:white;" ><strong>Your Name Is Too Too Sexy! :)</strong></span><br /><span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:white;" ><br />Your name scored 186 in the "How Sexy Is Your Name Test"</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/pf/sn/">How Sexy Is Your Name?</a></div><p><br /> </p><p>and that's just Kareem</p><p>wait till i tell you my family name baby ;)</p>KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-83595286876418596902007-02-20T11:44:00.000+02:002007-02-20T11:47:22.616+02:00Malice RisingDid i mention that <a href="http://drizzledrivel.blogspot.com/">Cup Of Malice</a> is back???<br /><br /><br />For now :)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-44873994222322852582007-02-16T13:10:00.000+02:002007-02-19T15:06:04.474+02:00Tagged AgainTagged by 2 of my favorite girls <a href="http://girlonanotebook.blogspot.com/">Raghoooda</a> and <a href="http://alluringme.blogspot.com/">LoLo</a> to do the "things you don't know about me" Tag<br /><br />Ooooooh and <a href="http://sheermentalgarbage.blogspot.com/">Walaa</a> tagged me before them bardo<br /><br /><strong>update:</strong> <a href="http://renderingsofme.blogspot.com/">LouLou</a> Bardo Tagged me<br /><br />Not a lot about me that people don't know but I’ll try<br /><br /><br />Here goes... my dignity<br /><br />- I had asthma as a kid but you can't tell now, and definitely not by the way I smoke<br />-as a result I wasn't allowed to play an sports as a kid (the doctors restricted me from doing it)<br /><br />- I studied to be a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danseur">Danseur</a> as a kid for about 2 months (that's a male ballet dancer for you simpler lot)<br />- The longest time I’ve spent going to the gym in a row was 3 weeks, 4 times a week<br /><br />- I once kept checking that I set the alarm clock on the right time for 12 full minutes<br />- And I almost always have to re-check that the car doors are locked (even my friend's cars)<br />- and it doesn't help that the 2 times I forgot to do so I came back and found that I left the windows rolled down as well<br /><br />- I can barely stand to listen to one song from the beginning to the end; I usually skip to the next song after a minute and a half<br /><br />- Although I was at some point 45 kgs overweight (100 pounds) I was still quite flexible (I could and still can bring my foot above my head, not quite over it just barely on top of my head but still impressive in my book)<br /><br />- I have extra sensitive skin (for the lack of a better word) which can be quite bothersome but comes in handy at some other times<br /><br />- I adore girls with thin lips; I prefer thin lips to the fuller kind (unlike most men)<br />- I prefer fuller women to thinner ones (ya3ni 5 kilos overweight is better than 5 kilos underweight, 10 kgs overweight better than 10 kgs underweight and 20 kilos overweight better than dead)<br /><br />- I can't whistle<br />-and I can't make bubbles with bubble gum (not once in my life was I able to make one)<br />- Until I was in high school I didn't know how to snap/click my fingers (I suddenly woke up and could)<br /><br />- My confidence/self esteem level changes from 1-10 almost every other day<br /><br />- I have a certain inclination to dislike exceptionally good looking people until they prove themselves worthy<br />- Naturally I’m not rather fond of extra-skinny people who eat more than I do (they make me feel like i got the shitty end of the stick)<br /><br />speaking of which.... <span style="color:#ffff00;">Why Is There Shit On Either Ends Of The Stick In The First Place????????</span> (i don't think i reeeeaaaally want to know though)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now who do I tag??? It seems like everyone else has done this one<br /><br /><a href="http://the-mysterious-lady.blogspot.com/">Mystery???</a>KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-1171124910697202762007-02-10T18:22:00.000+02:002007-02-10T18:28:30.743+02:00An attempt at writing without a certain thought or theory in mindI am sitting at the café where I used to hang 2 years ago with this chick <a href="http://thetruthbykareem.blogspot.com/2006/07/talk-about-h.html">(H)</a><br /><br />I am supposed to be working of possible schedules for working hours for my business as I’m not comfortable with the existing one<br /><br />Instead I’m listening to tristian prettyman (a very cool female vocalist, similar to Jason mraz and jewel in style) and downloading songs<br /><br />All of a sudden walks in this quite tall girl, with exceptionally black hair, white complexion and a black coat, she looks like (H) <a href="http://thetruthbykareem.blogspot.com/2006/07/talk-about-h.html">except her eyebrows aren’t thicker than mine</a> :)<br /><br />What is apparent is that I’m probably still not completely at peace over how much of an assholette she was to me ( I guess what goes around comes around) that’s the one thing that is keeping me from being bitter about this issue entire issue<br /><br /><br />Damn that girl smells fine (she just passed by me to greet her boyfriend )<br /><br /><br />Anyway…<br /><br />Regarding work….. hold on I don’t wanna talk about work<br /><br /><br />Let’s talk women…<br /><br /><br />Yesterday I saw probably one of the hottest women in Cairo, not only saw her but she was dancing about 3 meters away from me, not with me but hey, can’t win ‘em all<br /><br />It was the engagement of my best friend’s brother, and she was the sister of the bride, the much older sister, who also happens to be engaged.<br /><br />Not only does she look like a goddess, she also dances pretty nicely.<br /><br /><br /><br />What is it about a woman who can dance????<br /><br /><br /><br />I also remember another woman at after-8 who is definetly in her mid-thirties, short and dark who used to drive me crazy, when ever I saw her dancing I’d get this silly, ridiculous smile on my face and I’d do my best not to look at her for longer than 3 seconds so as not to freak her out (imagine this drunk guy smiling at you for no apparent reason and smiling as if there’s no tomorrow) and the way she dances is just like that, like there is no tomorrow.<br /><br />I don’t believe that crap about If someone is good at dancing then they must be good in bed, just as much as I don’t believe that people who finish their food quickly are bad in bed, cuz they’re not the type to savour/enjoy their food or cuz “they are clumsy vertically so they must be horizontally too”, I find that argument quite shallow, like saying if someone is bad at designing cars then he/she must be bad at designing clothes.<br /><br /><br />Anyway…<br /><br /><br />Back to the woman at after 8 and dancing and what it does to people, i don’t know why I like looking at people dancing, I am a bad dancer myself, mediocre at best, but it’s not like I find all dancing erotic, sometimes its innocent, sometimes you appreciate the fun someone’s having through dancing, sometimes it’s the chemistry between the dancing partners and sometimes it’s the beauty of the human body moving in such ways that I thought were impossible<br /><br />I believe watching someone dance is one of the ways to understand a lot about them at that particular state, that is if they are good at expressing themselves through their body, or actually good at not letting their insecurities stop them from expressing it, I mean in my case I’m usually a much better dancer just by having a few drinks, I usually only feel like dancing when I’ve had a few drinks<br /><br /><br />They say the grass is greener on the other side (tristian prettyman sings alongside bushwalla)<br /><br /><br />Dancing couples. I was once dumped because I couldn’t dance, seems like quite a shallow reason to dump someone that you connect with better than anyone else you’ve ever met ( I guess she might have had other reasons that she thought were too ugly to mention)<br /><br />Who do you think has got it worse, the partner who likes to dance but can’t do so with his/her loved one or the one who knows his/her partner likes doing something that they can’t do for them?<br /><br /><br /><br />“Put your hands to my hands, put you knees to my knees<br />Put your eyes to my eyes, come one baybe compliment me<br /><br />Cuz I don’t think that we<br />Should ever feel the need to worry<br />Ever get ourselves in a hurry<br />You know I love you, you know you love me”<br /><br /><br /><br />This tristian chick sure knows how to sing, easy on the eyes too, you know when I first read the name I thought it was a guy (tristian from the interview with the vampire series by anne rice) (brad pitt’s character for those who didn’t read the book but saw the movie)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-1170922709311251872007-02-08T09:38:00.000+02:002007-02-08T10:22:18.520+02:00What are men Good For??I was talking with a friend of mine over the mobile, i needed to end the call to get back to work<br /><br />she is the kind of person who chooses to believe in the inherit goodness of people, borderline naive (and she has a quite innocent voice)<br /><br />so that's why the ending was unexpected<br /><br />the following conversation ensued<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me</span>: you know they say Men shouldn't talk too much on the mobile (Actually I did read it in the paper that talking on the cell lowers fertility/virility)<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Her:</span> Why?? (suspicious tone)<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me</span>: they say it's not good for you<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Her</span>: good for me? or good for you?<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me</span>: well... actually it will affect both men and women<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Her</span>: how??<br /><br />i don't want to shock her with talk about erections and virility so....<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me</span>: they say it affects one of the functions of men<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Her</span>: what function?<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Me</span>: the primary/main role for men<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Her</span>: the primary function of men is to make money<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />LOL<br /><br />[ am i the only one to find that reply hilarious???]<br /><br /><br /><br />Not to mention that it is quite true :)KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21918093.post-1169645316452381202007-01-24T15:17:00.000+02:002007-01-24T15:28:36.520+02:00The year in review<p><br />Tempted by what <a href="http://girlonanotebook.blogspot.com/">Raghoooda</a> and <a href="http://injis.wordpress.com/">Juka</a> did I decided to do the same list<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Best Arabic Movie:</span> I’m not really big on Arabic movies but I liked Ouija<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Best English Movie:</span> The Holiday and Crash as far as I remember<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Newcomer of the year:</span> Sick puppies or Zuzana Smatnova (I’m not sure if they are newcomers)<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Album of the Year:</span> Justin Timberlake’s and Cheb Mami’s are playing a lot on my ipod<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Most played Song</span>: 1) Distractions by Zero 7<br /> 2) In the Waiting Line by Zero 7<br /> 3) Hallili By Cheb Mami<br /> 4) Pocestny By Zuzana Smatanova<br /> 5) Sexy by Black Eyed Peas<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Best Clip:</span> Arabic: Al Asmarani by the love of my life Maya Nasri (Ya Mozza)<br /> English: “Here It Goes Again” By Ok Go (funny and simple)<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Books Read and Loved:</span> Haunted By Chuck palahnuik, the unbearable lightness of being by Milan Kundera, Zakerat al Jasad by Ahlam Mostaghnami, I’ll update with the rest as I remember them<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Best Outing:</span> Slovakia in August with Andrea, our buddies’s I and L’s place, Lucille’s, and sometimes the late nights with the guys at cilantro (it’s the only place open after 1am in Maadi, or was until recently)<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Soccer Mania:</span> I’m not really into soccer, I attended the semi final of the African cup of nations, it was awesome, and some nice ladies too<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Things I had never done prior to 2006/ 2006 firsts<br /></p></span><ul><li>Accused of trying to hit on my best friend’s girlfriend (at the time)<br /></li><li>Started a blog<br /></li><li>Attended a Football Match at a stadium<br /></li><li>Had lies spread about me (by those closest to me)<br /></li><li>Almost died/ Had a bomb explode a couple of meters away from me<br /></li><li>Had a friend get scarred for life as a result of that explosion </li><li>Became main suspect in a terrorist act. </li><li><br />Been interrogated by the police force (peacefully) (for about 24 hours though)<br /></li><li>Had my Name Published in the First Page of El Ahram Newspaper (the most circulated newspaper in Egypt) (right below the pic of el rayes kamaan) along with yahoonews, aljazira.com, and Cnn<br /></li><li>Was Cleared of all those accusations<br /></li><li>Became the only single friend in my group (all are engaged or married)<br /></li><li>Kissed a Lesbian (who was willing and Enjoyed it) (I’m guessing enjoyed it since we kissed again on several other occasions) (not a very good lesbian huh?) </li><li>Traveled to Slovakia<br /></li><li>Kissed a Woman who was 10 years older than I was (on our first date)<br /></li><li>Spent an entire night in a strange Woman’s Bed (yes she was in it at the time) (and no, I didn’t hire her)<br /></li><li>Kissed 3 girls in one week, in 2 different continents (2 on the same day)<br /></li><li>Inhaled Helium (that was cool)<br /></li><li>Met someone online<br /></li><li>Became Good Friends with that someone(s)<br /></li><li>Had a Friend almost OD on me and the other one fall asleep after one of our friends engagement parties (for about half an hour I was drunk and responsible of taking care of both, before backup came)<br /></li><li>Joined a Belly Dancer in her routine in London (not by Choice)<br /></li><li>Became somewhat involved with a Girl 2 years my senior<br /></li><li>Traveled 6 times in 8 months<br /></li><li>Went to Cardiff, Wales<br /></li><li>Became Good Friends with a Spanish girl (love you too Chio)<br /></li><li>Dealt with 2 Japanese Women (that was fun too)<br /></li><li>Read more than all I read combined in the past 3 years<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">On the Political Arena:</span> I’m not into politics awy, I do remember the Lebanon incident, saddam’s execution, the numerous protests in Egypt, The arrest of protesters including bloggers, the mention of Egypt building a nuclear Reactor, Darfur, the democrats getting majority of seats and the Voting Incidents<br /><br /><br /><br />Cheers<br /><br />K </li></ul>KareemFromEgypthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03743706109698767487noreply@blogger.com17