tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10990997853734265032024-03-14T01:17:00.506-07:00Memoirs of a half Italian Egyptian GuyI talk without thinking and think without talking. Hopefully I can do both here.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-62767426151567184432007-09-16T08:36:00.000-07:002007-09-16T08:39:34.159-07:00Ramadan Kareeeem!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uhaweb.hartford.edu/ALSHEHHI/images/RAMADAN.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://uhaweb.hartford.edu/ALSHEHHI/images/RAMADAN.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kol sana wentom tayebeen.<br /><br />There's not much else to say. Later, dudes.<br /><br />Leekom wa7sha ya gama3a. Go easy on the food, especially el-konafa and 2atayef :)Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-46294220776876886932007-06-27T13:43:00.001-07:002007-06-27T14:03:46.395-07:00Back to Life :)Been away. I know, I know; you've missed me, right?<br /><br />Well, turns out the <span style="font-style: italic;">dream</span> girl wasn't a dream girl after all. Luckily, I figured that out soon enough. And thank God, I'm not in love with her.<br /><br />Mak, you can have her my friend :D Just watch out.<br /><br />The thing is she turned out to be one helluva liar. Or rather a bitch, or both. I know I shouldn't call her that, but let me vent here. If you don't like it for whatever reason, get LOST!<br /><br />I was really upset and mad. I mean I trusted her and we had something going on. Then BAM! Turns out she was dating another guy at the time we were supposed to be bf/gf and don't tell me it's because she's Italian (and Egyptian girls wouldn't do that--they do!).<br /><br />And the worst of all is that she lied to me. She told me there was no one else but me and I believed her. I trusted her.<br /><br />Anyway, when I finally made sure she had someone else in her life, I broke up with her. And because at that point, I couldn't even see her, I just called her and told her it was over.<br /><br />I can never tolerate lying, not to mention being unfaithful.<br /><br />Anyway, I've been busy at work and I'm staying at my uncle's here in Hurghada for a while. So, I'm back again. Yeah, I missed you too.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-74454871418198099062007-05-31T16:01:00.001-07:002007-06-27T13:42:03.959-07:00The girl with the blue eyesI think I may have just met my dream girl...<br /><br />She's Italian with Egyptian and Lebanese roots, lives in Italy with her family. We met last month here in Egypt and ever since, I've been smitten. She's wonderful. In every way.<br /><br />She's smart, caring, funny, honest, decent, down to earth, romantic.<br /><br />And above all, she's just gorgeous (just look at her).<br /><br />Could it be? Too soon to tell, I guess?Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-73077045639991318032007-05-02T12:43:00.000-07:002007-05-02T16:08:49.600-07:00Boycott Israel, boycott Starbucks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inminds.co.uk/logos/starbucks2.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 70px;" src="http://www.inminds.co.uk/logos/starbucks2.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-israel-anim.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px;" src="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-israel-anim.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a>Never thought I'd say this but I've decided to <span style="font-weight: bold;">boycott Starbucks coffee. </span>Yes, even if it's the best coffee in the world. It wasn't until lately when a friend of mine refused to buy coffee at Starbucks. I mean, come on, I was thrilled it's finally opened here in Egypt.<br /><br />Read <a href="http://www.inminds.co.uk/boycott-starbucks.html">this</a> and <a href="http://www.aljazeera.com/cgi-bin/review/article_full_story.asp?service_ID=11709">this</a> to know what I'm talking about.<br /><br />Howard Shultz, the chairman of Starbucks is an active zionist.<br /><br />Starbucks, ladies and gentlemen, supports Israel and Bush's so-called war on terror.<br /><br />I have a Palestinian friend who now resides in Canada and he used to tell me about his horrible life back in Palestine and what those Israeli scumbags did to him and his family. It's a lot like you see in the news on TV, you know the part when you avert your eyes...<br /><br />So, I'm asking you (not telling you--feel free to do what you want) to boycott Starbucks. Yes, it's amazing coffee and could be the best (but hey we didn't die before Starbucks showed up here), but unwillingly you're supporting Isreal and the war in Iraq. Think twice before you step inside Starbucks next time and before you take the next sip of coffee.<br /><br />For some reason, I'm so disgusted now by their coffee. I keep remembering that I should be a good Muslim and support my Arab brothers and sisters.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com162tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-61864926413660570312007-04-26T11:29:00.000-07:002007-04-26T11:30:50.391-07:00SickLife sucks. I have a cold. Stay away.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-23249858071735324042007-04-22T09:49:00.000-07:002007-04-22T10:07:23.473-07:00Only 17!Well, if I talk about rude or horrible girls again, would you shoot me?<br /><br />I can't help it. I have to. So, if you're upset already, just move on and don't read any further. If you aren't be my guest :)<br /><br />It happened that I was (again) with a friend of mine (a guy) and we were at this lovely cafe. And apparently someone's forgot to mention that now girls smoke like there's no tomorrow at the age of 17! (I know many guys at 17 do, but aren't girls supposed to be so feminine and delicate at this innocent age or did I miss that?)<br /><br />There were these two girls. One was wearing a tight jacket, the other a weird cap and top and both of them kept smoking one cigarette after another. I wanted to ask them to stop. They looked--what's the word--wasted, may be?<br /><br />Then, they started staring at me and my friend and smiling, then laughing so loudly. We both looked at each other and thought NO WAY! We were almost ten years older than them.<br /><br />Apparently, the girls didn't mind.<br /><br />So one of them stood up and walked toward us. "Excuse me, do you have a matchbox or lighter?"<br /><br />My friend was a smoker and even though I warned him not to with a look, he smiled and handed his lighter to her.<br /><br />She lit a cigarette, smiled and just stood there. Waiting for us to say something.<br /><br />I looked away.<br /><br />"Enta shaklak mesh masry 3la fekra?" she said, addressing me.<br /><br />"Last time I checked I was an Egyptian, "I replied, coldly.<br /><br />She took the hint. "It's just me and my friend over there and we just thought you guys look so cute and may be we could be friends?"<br /><br />Since when have girls become so rude?<br /><br />"Do you know how old we are, sweetheart?" I said.<br /><br />"25-28," she said.<br /><br />"And how old are you? 18?" I asked.<br /><br />"No, 17."<br /><br />"And you're heavy smoker at 17? What will you do when you're 23? Smoke a chimney?"<br /><br />The girl was offended, thank God and hit it off.<br /><br />Girls like that make me sick.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-55763747555139055492007-04-11T03:35:00.000-07:002007-04-11T03:53:51.416-07:00Shameit el neseem kowayes?So, I spent the last few days in Alex. Man, I needed this holiday. I went out with friends. It was windy there most of the time, but I liked it.<br /><br />I don't really celebrate Easter or "Sham el neseem" or whatever else you call it. I don't believe in coloring eggs and all that bunny stuff either. Anyway.<br /><br />And since I happen to know <a href="http://the-mysterious-lady.blogspot.com/">Mystery</a> in real life, I've been worried about her. You can read it all on her blog if you happen to be one of her readers.<br /><br />So, what did you all do?<br /><br />I was tagged by <a href="http://girlonanotebook.blogspot.com/">Thunder</a> by the way (I insist on calling her that and not Ra3d) :D. Thanks for the tag again. Here goes:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Did you use to be a good student at school?</span><br /><br />I guess I wasn't in terms of decent behavior and obedience. I got really excellent grades though which was confusing to my teachers. They didn't know whether to love or hate me. Most of the time, I used to get in trouble with my friends.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. What were your most loved and most hated subjects?<br /><br /></span>Most loved: English, math, biology and literature<br />Most hated: Science, chemistry (Yuck!), physics, Arabic grammar and geography<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. When young, what did you want to become?<br /><br /></span>Until I was ten years old, I wanted to become a doctor when I grew up since I cared deeply about others (I still do care from time to time). Then, I wanted to become a professional football player. Later, I realized I wanted to become a director (yes, as in direct movies) and I actually dreamed of studying drama abroad. Then, later I fell in love with business administration and internet both at once and well, that' where I am now :)<br /><br />I'm tagging Nora and anyone else interested.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-5535117488349729992007-03-27T14:15:00.000-07:002007-03-27T14:25:11.110-07:00Never have your picture before your first<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BnfEb7ZgTeC92Fl1tgfW5xmkl5vF13QbASAmMrq3k15fqUNbF7ChmL3WGH58mmHF5L4q9S_JEDimoCVIo3LkSXbPBMH99sRY-oooRHzI6Wm0dvnTFF-5tTqenF4rn8JzXdQ0MqD7VQ/s1600-h/243221436_301c2cbb20_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BnfEb7ZgTeC92Fl1tgfW5xmkl5vF13QbASAmMrq3k15fqUNbF7ChmL3WGH58mmHF5L4q9S_JEDimoCVIo3LkSXbPBMH99sRY-oooRHzI6Wm0dvnTFF-5tTqenF4rn8JzXdQ0MqD7VQ/s320/243221436_301c2cbb20_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046717492041477346" border="0" /></a><br />Cup of coffee.<br /><br />(Don't you dare mention anything about my hair. I was sick that day, too now that you mentioned it.)Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-69704786041890050242007-03-20T17:06:00.000-07:002007-03-20T17:09:55.645-07:00Poemwhy did you leave me?<br />when i called your name<br />you weren't there<br />why did you say you loved me<br />if love was all you could spare?<br /><br />why did you hurt me<br />by not loving me forever?<br />you once said i was your life<br />so now that i'm gone<br />are you already dead?<br /><br />i once thought i knew you<br />i once smelled your hair<br />and tasted all those drops of dew<br />that fell between your eyes<br /><br />tell me now how far you've gone<br />and what you've done after "us"<br />do your eyes still shine for me<br />or have they, too, far gone?<br /><br />i wondered what you'd do<br />if you saw me one day again<br />I saw you days ago<br />you whom I once held dear<br />and realized it was all but a dream...<br /><br />Just random thoughts that turned into a poem.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-22085940487087804862007-03-19T13:51:00.000-07:002007-03-19T14:14:00.076-07:00ScenarioS (with a capital S)<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Two people are in love and happily they get engaged. Two months after the engagement, the guy starts experiencing weird symptoms, he goes to see a doctor. The guy never complained from anything before. He was as fit as a horse. After a few tests are done, they find out he has <span style="font-size:130%;">cancer</span>.<br /><br />Why am I talking about this? Because this is what's happened to a friend of mine. Now, if you were that guy's fiancee, what would you do? And mind you I'm not saying he has anything, it's CANCER. Of course, he's undergoing treatment now, but still...<br /><br />WHAT WOULD YOU DO? And well before you rush into an answer like "Of course I would stand by him", you have to SWEAR (cos yeah I don't buy people easily, sorry) that whatever you write is truly what you would do whatever that may be.<br /><br />And if you are a guy, if that person was your fiancee, what would you do?<br /><br />I'll tell you what that guy's fiancee did next time and a couple of other stories...Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-88154968593130199372007-03-17T08:38:00.000-07:002007-03-18T16:35:48.150-07:00Tagged :)My very first official tag (and the hardest one ever I believe) - Thanks, <a href="http://the-mysterious-lady.blogspot.com/">Mystery</a>.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">1. What are your ambitions, things you hope to achieve in life and what are your goals?</span><br /><br />I want to have my own business one day and ISA I will. I want to have a happy family and a loving caring wife and cute kids :D. I want to travel the world and actually do something that would benefit people which I could be remembered by later. I have other dreams, but they all wouldn't fit here :)<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">2. What is marriage to you?</span><br /><br />Huh? I mean marriage is *thinking*...marriage is... (Can I skip that one? LOL) Well, it's the union of two souls, being with your someone and it's either the beginning of an amazing life or the downfall of one :D And no matter what people say, marriage has (for me) to be based on love, respect, caring, appreciation and understanding.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">3. What are the traits that must be present in YOUR someone?</span><br /><br />Intelligent, sweet, beautiful (wouldn't mind drop dead gorgeous), not very slim or skinny and not very fat either, decent, cute, funny, ambitious, attractive, intellectual (a must), religious, crazy (and sane at the same time, don't know how), romantic (another must), interesting and shares some of my interests at least :)<br /><br />I can't put up with: boring, rude, shallow, beg7a (and I don't know how to define that), betestazraf (acting cute and cool), ignorant, cold, a smoker (I hate girls who smoke and drinking is out of the question), weird, very close to her male friends, laughs loudly ALL the time, stupid, dumb, cries ALL the time for NO reason, drama queen, has a bad mouth (curses and swears a lot), has had more than ten boyfriends... Long list, really.<br /><br />Oh and "Mom, mom what should I have?"<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">*Update* (how on earth did I miss that?) I forgot to mention that I can NOT tolerate lying or liars and I'm afraid many girls are either liars or two-faced right now. Honesty is the best policy, really.<br /><br /></span>I'm not very demanding, ha?<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">4. Do you think having a child (or conceiving one) in the first year of marriage is a must/obligation?<br /><br /></span>NO, not at all.<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">5. Are there any illnesses you suffer from?</span><br /><br />No, not really.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">6. Are you social? Who are your friends?<br /><br /></span>It depends, actually. I have many friends, but I sometimes want to be/spend time alone.<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">7. What's your relationship with your parents/brothers/sisters?</span><br /><br />Excellent, in fact. I argue with my mom often, but we never yell or curse or anything. And because my Italian isn't as good as hers, she usually ends it by saying something in Italian which she KNOWS I won't get, leaving me fuming :D<br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">8. What are your hobbies? How do you like to spend your free time?<br /><br /></span>Reading, playing/watching sports, watching TV, listening to music, traveling, painting and photography, going out with friends and now blogging.<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">9. Do you do any voluntary/charity work?<br /></span><br />I did some charity stuff years ago. I guess I should take it up again.<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">10. How would you feel if my mother or yours interfered in our relationship or life later?<br /><br /></span>Got two words for you:<br /><br />NO WAY.<br /><br />Tagging anyone interested. Nora?Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-79326017003797635972007-03-06T12:56:00.000-08:002007-03-14T11:33:24.148-07:00The Story of The Bride *hehe*Haven't been around for a while, but I'm loaded with stories :)<br /><br />My mom, who happens to be an Italian, seems more Egyptian to me than any other Egyptian woman I know. Nowadays, she's doing everything in her power to find me a "bride".<br /><br />Why? Why, all of a sudden? I have no idea. I mean I can do it myself. And I want MY someone, mesh ay 7ad ya3ny. And so, bna2an 3ala talab el gamaheer I had to agree and go see this "amazing" girl as she said.<br /><br />7ader ya sety, I say.<br /><br />I get dressed, my sister gets dressed (she insisted to come along and actually I wanted her to as I trust her opinion even though she's much younger), mom gets dressed. Dad said he wouldn't come. I agreed tab3an 3ashan ana aslan ma3rafhash wala 7atta raye7 at2adem. I was going to see her.<br /><br />We agreed to meet at a lovely cafe. I was actually reluctant to go there. I love the place, setting and music. And if things don't work out or turn downright annoying or whatever, this place will always remind me of that and I'll always be upset, coming here.<br /><br />Anyway, I dislike the idea. I mean it's not like I'm against it. I have a couple of friends who got married that way even though they never thought they would. They said they would have rather been shot in the head than get married "the salon" way. LOL.<br /><br />Mom told me she knows her mother and so on. Let's call the girl "E". I hadn't seen her before and well...I had no expectations.<br /><br />We'd agreed to meet at 7. We were there at 6:45 (If it were up to me, I would have arrived at 9 :D since I'm always late) but well...I didn't want to leave the wrong impression esp. that they know mother. I also wanted to go early to have coffee without being interrupted.<br /><br />It's half past seven and they haven't showed up yet. Mom is irritated, I'm smiling foolishly at the idea and how idiotic we all look. My sister is talking to her friends on the cell phone all the time to pass time.<br /><br />Finally, mom gets a call on her cell from the girl's mother (3la maftakaro) that they are on their way and "sorry we are late".<br /><br />OK, anyway ten minutes later they arrive. I know them right away. I don't like the mother right away. She looks...mean? This can't be my future MIL and like in the movies, I see scenes of my future with her, how she yells at me and her daughter. I shiver.<br /><br />The girl is...well, she didn't draw my attention and she doesn't have to be Miss Beauty USA to achieve that. I mean you can always be drawn to someone who's not considered beautiful, but is attractive. She looks rather plain. She is elegant, but is really tall. She's as tall as me and no girl should ever be as tall!<br /><br />They approach us and E is making me feel like she's a model on a catwalk. We shake hands, she grabs the chair next to me quickly leaving me even no chance to do so, nudges her mother and sits down. Her hair is weird. I mean is this supposed to be curly? I wonder. She is also wearing very tight sweater and pants, eih da?<br /><br />E's mother: Ma3lesh ya gama3a et2akharna 3alikom, asl Wallahi E is always so busy with work.<br />Me:?? (I look at my sister and she seems pretty amused and I realize right away she doesn't like E)<br /><br />Anyway, the two mothers talk together. I am silent, I have no idea what to say. My sister tries to help.<br /><br />Sister: So, E, tell me more about your job (my sis is on my left and E is on my right).<br />E: Well I basically...<br />And she goes on and on and on nostop. Somebody help us. She has an interesting job, but she made it sound so darn boring.<br /><br />E gazes at the menu.<br />Me: "What would you like to order?" I usher to the waiter.<br />E: "I don't know." The waiter approaches and everyone tells him what they want. E's mother wants a salad, my mom orders a cappuccino, my sister fresh juice and I ask for tea and cake.<br /><br />It's E's turn. The waiter is waiting.<br />E: "OK, I'll have....Mom, what should I have?"<br />The Mother: "How should I know?" she looks irritated.<br />E: "Is it my mistake I'm asking you? I'm so confused. I mean they have many lovely things. Should I eat or drink or what?"<br />The Mother: "You can eat when we go home. Have a drink now."<br />E: "But I'm hungry..." almost heartbroken.<br /><br />I look at my sister and we both try not to burst laughing.<br /><br />The waiter is upset, too. I tell him to give her two more minutes till she decides. They guy is relieved and escapes.<br /><br />After exchanging look with her mother and I restraining myself from laughing like an idiot. She finally decides she will have ice cream.<br /><br />I'm not against ice cream. I love it, but that story took place one month ago and it was freezing. I'm not even sure they had ice cream.<br /><br />Whatever...<br /><br />The waiter brings our stuff later and tells her the ice cream is on the way. She stares at mom's cappuccino and my tea and ushers to the waiter. "I don't want ice cream. I want cappuccino."<br /><br />I can't restrain the laughter anymore, but I have to. Thank God then I see a friend of mine who's about to leave the cafe. And I excuse myself and go with him outside and laugh so hard the guy wonders if I'm sane.<br /><br />When I go back inside, a girl standing by the door asks me what time it is and I tell her.<br /><br />I go sit down and E is giving me that "2arfana" look.<br /><br />I ask, "What's wrong?"<br /><br />E: "You shouldn't have talked to that girl by the door."<br /><br />Me: thinking "Kan yom eswed yom ma shoftek ya E", I ask WHY.<br /><br />E: "She's been staring at you. I mean she's so rude. Doesn't she realize you have someone with you?"<br /><br />I restrain the laughter again. I tell her she was asking me what time it was.<br /><br />Anyway, E then starts to ask me. 3arfeen ya gama3a kanet betas2alny eih?<br /><br />"Bet7eb meen aktar; Haifa wala Elissa wala Nancy?"<br /><br />Me: "Men ne7yet eih ya3ny? El sot wala el shakl?"<br /><br />E: "La2 el shakl tab3an. Ana ba7eb Haifa 3ashan ba7ess eneha set begad."<br /><br />Me" Ya salam! We 3refty ezay ba2a?"<br /><br />E: looking away and pretending to be shy (and I recall a sentence a friend once said to me "edala3 ya bor3y" "Asl kolaha enossa."<br /><br />Me: "Yemken bardo."<br /><br />E: "Bet7eb tesafer fein in the summer?"<br /><br />Me: "Italia 3ashan mama men Italia tab3an w England kaman 7elwa awy. I also love Hurghada and Alexandria. Do you like to read?"<br /><br />E: "La2 besara7a...Bazha2."<br /><br />Me: "Tab eih hewayatek?"<br /><br />E: "I love my job and it leaves me no free time. Bas I also like to go out with my friends."<br /><br />Me: "What are your dreams, tayyeb?"<br /><br />E: "3ady ya3ny...mafeesh."<br /><br />Mafeesh! Ya nehar eswed! NO DREAMS!!!<br /><br />She then proceeds to tell me about her ex-boyfriends! Yes, just like you read it. I mean she's trying not to get into intimate details, but she tells me how she was connected to everyone of them and what they lacked...oh and what they looked like 3ashan kan feehom etnien "7elween awy". LOL.<br /><br />My mother already knows it's a NO. A big fat NO.<br /><br />E's mother proceeds to ask me questions about my job and I love talking about my job. I try to say little, but interesting stuff so as not to bore them. And I look at E and she's on the freakin phone, laughing with someone.<br /><br />Her mother looks ta her again and E hangs up and says, "Sorry ya gama3a, it's my manager. He can't make a move without talking to me first and he was asking me what gift he should get his wife."<br /><br />This is it! My wife will NEVER be like that.<br /><br />I can't take it anymore and my sister nudges mom.<br /><br />Moral of the story: Don't have ice cream on a rainy day. LOL. No, I mean this is to everyone who says most girls are so intellectual. I know she's just one person, but if all girls are like that I don't want to get married.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-49477874854687123362007-02-19T12:41:00.000-08:002007-03-04T14:44:34.806-08:00Blah blah blahWhat should I write? Have no idea. Probably I should introduce myself. But let's leave that for later.<br /><br />Let's talk about something more interesting.<br /><br />Egyptian girls.<br /><br />First of all don't get me wrong, I'm not here to mock or make fun of them or anything. I'm half Egyptian. But honestly I think many girls nowadays are either weird, freaky, too dramatic or too shallow.<br /><br />Am I right? And I want to hear guys' opinions frankly, not girls who will do nothing but defend themselves and that talk about "You have only met the weird shallow type and we're something else."<br /><br />Yeah like I don't know any better.<br /><br />Of course there are "other" types of girls but they're either "too" intellectual, ugly (sorry for that), weird (again) or just cold. I don't know.<br /><br />Never mind.<br /><br />Whenever I go sit at one of my favorite cafes, sipping my coffee, minding my own business, reading or doing stuff on my laptop, I turn around and there's always a girl staring at me. Yeah, OK, one of my ex-girl friends told me there was something about my features (I'm half Italian and my Italian is terrible) that draw others to me. But why are those staring at me with their b/f or who ever that could be? And if she's all alone she's either ugly (sorry again) or, pardon me, looks paranoid?<br /><br />I should really shut up now.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm new to this blogging thing and I'm speaking my mind. Are there etiquettes to follow around here?<br /><br />Ciao.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099099785373426503.post-74923226901059007502007-02-16T12:29:00.001-08:002007-02-16T12:29:55.483-08:00First postYeah. Whatever. Have nothing to say now.Italianohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17222498875107578759noreply@blogger.com1