Showing posts with label just for "funny". Show all posts
Showing posts with label just for "funny". Show all posts

Saturday, July 02, 2011

my new retro living room

I redecorated here again.. we could call that my own blue period..

5 yrs studying computer science, and I could not change my post titles' color (I still cannot find the html variable for it, want to make it a darker shade)!! Also cannot remove that pattern-less box in the rightmost area since it is part of the image I used as background template.. sad sad..

T., my nemesis, is leaving to Australia for a few months, and even though we barely meet except by chance, I feel I will miss her.

also, for some reason I am obsessed right now with owning a blue Vespa! Super cute.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Of Cats and Me

When cats like a person, since they cannot speak, the only way they can express it is through "gifts"... They could bring you a cockroach they caught, or some toy mouse, or -in the case of a friend of mine- a real baby mouse, from outside into your own home, as a token of love and appreciation. They will present it to you with a look of pride, as in "look what I caught for you", and wait to be praised by you... The hunter in them never goes away with being domesticated...

I tend to do the same.. What I cannot express with words (for whatever reason), I would bring to your doorstep in the form of goodies and treats, a chocolate, a cookie, a random book I want you to have, a small piece of ambre I thought smelled nice, random post-its..

I am more like cats than humans and proud of it.. At least we display our affection and we're true about it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

my friend



sometimes the smallest things, such as wearing matching Converses, is a reassurance.

I miss who we used to be :)

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Dear Universe

If you think you're going to break me by forcing me to listen to Mayada's Ana Ba3sha2ak in EVERY taxi ride, and stage it like it's a coincidence, then you're mistaken. You won't break me.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Overheard

Overheard said to a colleague who is even more anal about communication consistency than I am:
"you didn't transform the document or anything.. you just put it in the right template, fixed some wording, and made the font all the same."

ALL THE SAME?!?! So you want to tell me the font was NOT already all the same?!?!?!


Really? You think that's nothing? in my previous life, we would've hanged you.
We actually had the templates locked for editing the styles.. do you know what that meant? it meant you cannot just bold and italicize and write in big letters when you please. Unless we said you can.

oh we were Nazis when it came to structure.. sometimes I miss the Queendom.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

missing Delirium

DEATH: Del...? That's not for eating. I think it's a table decoration.

DELIRIUM: It's nice. It tastes a bit like forever. I like the way colors taste. Except I don't like crimsons... or turquoises... especially when they put their heads into their shells and won't play. And when you break their shells to let them out, they die...

DEATH: That's turtles, dear. Or tortoises.

DELIRIUM: I think it's turquoise.


~ Neil Gaiman, Sandman series, Chapter Three: In Which We Wake

Monday, October 25, 2010

Beurk!

So, thanks to round-eyed Nunu, I can now be disgusted in French!

how cool..

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Pessimism..

Diwan Heliopolis

The upstairs cafe on a Thursday night..

A girl in her 20's sitting with 3 guys in their early 20s discussing some business or group of a sort.. I'm a couple of meters away from them so it is -as always- easy to eavesdrop. Apparently the girl represents some company that recruits salespeople who work from home and get paid only on commission based on performance by end of year, etc.. Something that sounds too fishy and slightly too good to be true.. For some reason, she is only addressing one of the guys. The other two seem like they are the guy's friends, but also like they are already in the girl's team somehow.

The guy -as all guys do- is trying to act 'fetek'. Like he is asking all the "right" questions, and what if this, and what if that, and what guarantees, etc. But it also seems he's game..

So in the middle of it all, I hear a sentence that was going to make me laugh out loud.

Girl: so, f aswa2 el zoroof, you will have 10 contacts.
Guy: tayeb, howa fee aswa2 men aswa2 el zoroof?
Girl: Enta motasha2em bardo?


I thought they called it aswa2 el zoroof for a reason..

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Software Ageing and the Single Girl

So, while AN was studying for her midterm in Software Maintenance, she came across this one and felt it was too good to pass..

"....The software has aged even though nobody has touched it. It has actually aged because nobody bothered to touch it."


Fascinating how women are just like software..

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Crazy female hormones

Testing for pregnancy in Llamas

"Spit testing". Bring the potentially pregnant dam (female llama) to an intact male. If the stud attempts to breed her and she lies down for him within a fairly short period of time, she is not pregnant. If she remains on her feet, spits, attacks him, or otherwise prevents his being able to mate, it is assumed that she is probably pregnant. This test gets its name due to the dam spitting at the male if she is pregnant.


hmmm... Or she might be just pissed at his attitude.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Social Networking Wisdom of the Day

"If I need to look at your pictures (and even more than one!) to remember who you are, then it was probably a bad idea to send me a friend request."

Monday, October 26, 2009

Overheard at Dentist

"Did something break inside last time? Because this definitely couldn't have happened today, it must be last time."

This is the kind of thing I definitely didn't want to hear lying down at the guy's mercy!

... and I had to pretend I didn't hear anything.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

My Mini-Wisdoms (you can thank me later!)

The following is a collection of phrases said by me over the last weeks.. I amaze myself sometimes!

"I don't _have_ a moral fiber.. My moral fiber got torn" (said to D who thought it was way too visual and disturbing)

"They're not wrinkles, they are laugh lines" (I am proud of this one, you are all allowed (read "encouraged"!) to use it, quoting me)

"You are ALL older than me, how come you ALL don't have a single white hair and I do." said in spite and envy.. now everyone I know will blame me and my curse at the sight of a first white hair..

*frustrated tone* "oh, but that's not how _we_ do it" (everyone is dying to know who is this 'we', and you can replace 'do' with eat/say/wear, etc.)

"ugh! I am having a hormonal rage!" (also said to others, "why are you being hormonal?")

and this masterpiece is from a friend, she saw a mobinil billboard saying "3eesh 3al net", her next thought "mana already 3aysha 3al net!" then the following thought was "I should sooooo share this with N." (we've been spending a LOT of time recently online!) The thought and the after-thought are both hilarious and sad.. I don't know which is sadder, her response to the ad, or sharing it with me!


"I was abused as a child, that's why" - said on several occasions as an excuse for my weird behavior.. other runners up include:
"I fell on my head as a child"
"I am autistic sometimes"
"I blame it on the stuff I smoke" or "it's the cannabis I take in the morning"
"I live mostly inside my head"


And the finale, "I dont really like people, you know"


Bisous,
N.


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Monday, October 12, 2009

Other People's Lives

This conversation was overheard yesterday in Starbucks Korba.. The group was 2 women, one in her 40s and one in her 70s, and a man in his 70s (older woman's husband?). The younger woman doesnt seem to be their daughter but more like a niece or so.. the conversation captivated me so much that i started typing what i could catch of it.


Old Woman: di kan esmaha Palmyra, konna bneegi hena neshrab beera.. ma3rafsh ghayaro esmaha leih!

Younger Woman: *laughing* La2 Starbucks di chain kebeera bta3et cafe', di maogood menha f engeltera w fransa w lebnan.. ento maba2etoosh tenzelo.. lazem tenzelo 3ashan te3rafo el donya.. maba2etoosh te3rafo 7aga..

Old Woman: la2 ne3raf menein, kan zaman.. 7atta wala zaman...

Younger Woman: ana 3arfa ento leih 7abseen nafsoko fel beit keda.. seneen mabtenzeloosh..

Old Woman: aslo el sha3b elli 3eshna ma3ah zaman mesh maogood.. kan geddo bta3 7afalat w bridge w keda.. konna lamma nenzel el balad no3od 3and Groppi w neshteri 7agat men west el balad...

Younger Woman: w da emta da? men arbe3een sana? (in an exaggeration tone)

Old Woman: *thinking* aiwa ta2reeban men arbe3een sana.. bass kan 7elw Groppi wel nass kano mo7tarameen...

---- a while later

Old Woman: mesh bey2oolo eskendereya 7ateghra2? eskendereya w port said.. el mayya mortafe3a.. 2areit keda fel gornal el sob7


...

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Relationship Theories - Are you gonna eat this?

So, the story goes that we (I, my friends, etc etc, not necessarily the reader who might not know me!), we have come of an age where we are getting -slightly- wary of being single.. yes I know independence and freedom and career woman and what have you, but at the end of the day, you really look for companionship and partnership and a witness to your life and the works.. add to this the natural human (or universal) instinct to leave an offspring, and we've got a recipe for disaster!

but first let me give you a little background.. the theory basically is that, let's face it, our resources are really limited, all the good ones are taken, only the freaks remain etc etc, you hear it all the time!.. so when a girl finds a "hot shot" (as i like to call them), or at least what she _believes_ to be one, she latches on to him like there is no tomorrow! am not judging 1) the need for a partner, 2) the "latching" technique, 3) how the guy's hotshot-ness increasing exponentially with the lack of options, or 4) the fact that there is no tomorrow if she misses out on this one.. what I am dicussing is what happens when the latching for one reason or the other doesnt work and the guy is back to the demand market..

now the funny (sad? ironic?) relationship scene that I've -perhaps unwillingly- become part of have introduced a new hook-up methodology:

I proudly present the "Are you gonna eat this?" technique..


You know when you're out with a friend and they order some meat dish which comes with a side of broccoli or asparagus, something you really like, and you find them pushing it around the plate to make room for their meat eating rituals.. the typical reaction -if you two are close enough- and if you dont mind this, that you will go like "are you gonna eat this?" and you'll just go on picking the food from their plate..

This is exactly what I am talking about.. your friend leaves her food (or -lets admit it- sometimes the "food" leaves her), and you find yourself eyeing it with thoughts of -for lack of a better term- hunger.. going like "hmm it doesnt look too bad, ok so she took a bite but so what, its not like she bit it off, she used a knife and all.. and after all its not so soaked with the sauce, and it didnt get too cold to eat it yet.. I think I am going to have it, better than it being thrown away"...

the friend's reaction would now be:
1) But I was going to eat it: suddenly she becomes a fan of the broccoli she was _just_ dissing!

2) How can you have the broccoli that turned ME down: we start the drama-queenish act of "how can you do this to me after what broccoli did to me", "didnt you know I love broccoli", etc etc.. you need to really a) love the broccoli or b) be desperately hungry, to go with this knowing she will give you this attitude

3) Go ahead, have it: you need to watch out for the tone of this one because it can be sarcastic, bitter, or sincere, based on the friend's relation with broccoli in particular, and other vegetables in general.. it can be summarized in:

a) it tasted funny and I was throwing it away anyway: the bitter or cynical tone can mean she is either too proud to say she wants her broccoli, or that she really doesnt want it but still feels bad about someone else having it, or


b) I wasnt going to have it, and you know what broccoli is like, so if you still want it, be my guest: ideally, that would be the best case scenario.. but ok, it rarely happens! :D



Ideally, you shouldve ordered your own broccoli if you liked it so much.. but as someone once told me "it shouldnt have been this way but that's the way things are"... hmmm, I think I will go off veggies for a while then.


and this concludes my theory..

N.

p.s. thats my very first blog template.. is it more readable? do you even care?

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Importance of Being Real

no one knows the importance of being real more than someone who herself was going to turn unreal at some point.. transform from a little boy to a wooden Pinocchio and not the other way round..

The world is really nothing but a big Barbie house.. cute.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

which reminds me..

"Over commit, under deliver"

I never thought I'd remember this and actually smile :)

Thursday, September 04, 2008

A sign? nah, more like a little post-it

I was on my blogger dashboard and I just noticed that the number of my posts labelled "47" have reached FORTY-SEVEN posts... :D

1) Silly fact, but I find it interesting

2) This is -by far- the most label I have used, to be followed by "lyrics" at 22, then "life" at 19. And... this is -again by far- the most I have talked about a certain topic..

3) So as not to jinx it or break the loop, I will have NOT to label this post as "47" altho it's all about it!

4) You see, you were "labelled" too


Bisous,
N.