So Much on My Mind!!

A few hours ago I had a minor accident, thank God nobody was injured, I hit a BMW from behind and it was not a soft hit, to my suprise nothing happened to both cars, I apologized to the man and everything was solved which was very lucky to me, but I din’t feel good, this was the first accident I have caused in my life, thats 8 years of continues driving, but I guess every thing has a first.

This news might be a suprise to the people I know who actualy had a ride with me, I might speed but I always keep distance, this time I didn’t, I was not even looking infront of me, too many thoughts in my head took me of the road and into a infinit circle of thoughts, I have so much on my mind and so many unresolved issues I should take care of, damn it it’s annoying, I’m always the type of person who concentrates on stuff and never gets drifted away !!!

Again thank God for making it minor, and thank God I was wearing the belt, I would have had a bruise on my head now if I didn’t. lets just hope my sister doesnt open her mouth and tells my mother, I’m not in the mood for a long lecture. I don’t even know why I told her, maybe I was so annoyed I wanted to talk.

Washing the Dishes

Tag No.2 , Simsim The Great Tags Me Ya Nyali

I have been tagged, twice !!!

Hala And Simsim the big evil souls of the blogging communities and our whole parallel universe has tagged me

I will answer Hala’s tag now and if still alive answer Simsim’s tag later.

Five difficulties I faced when I first started his blog …. hmmmmm :

1. I opened a blog before on worldpress, but I messed that one up then forgot the URL and password :S
2. choosing a design, I must admit I have bad taste when it comes to styles and stuff, I spent forever trying to make something that is not repulsive
3. The name, I spend more than 3 days trying to figure out a name, and when I did it was already taken, then it toke me another continues 3 hours to get out with this one, which I liked more than the one which was taken
4. Idea’s, I have so many idea’s while driving or walking or eating, but when I get to the PC I either forget what I want to talk about, don’t know how to organise my thoughts or sometimes write it in such an ugly way I delete it to back later
5. Telling my friends about it, honestly I don’t like my family knowing what I write here or even in other sites, they would be shocked from some information in this blog.

that would be all for now I had another things that were hard on me, but they are too embarrassing to tell !

and I tag : Jasim, and Circassian

The Pledge of Childhood

I remember when I was 13 years old, my father did not allow me to play outside after 8 pm. I hated that, and I hated the fact that all the other boys where able to play on bicycles for at least another 2 hours, while I would have to stay home hearing their voices screaming and shouting and laughing while I watch a stupid Egyptian series with my parents.

I hated Abu Smail back then, he was the mean old man who would run out to the street and scream at us for playing in the street at night, he was the man who would ruin our balls when ever they fall into his garden, he was the man who would go around our houses and complain to our parents about how we ruined his young and weak “Jarjeer” Plants with the ball. All of us were scared at him, and all of us hated him, and I was thinking all the time that when I grow up and buy a house I will make it a play ground and let all my friends play in it, and I would play with them and no one would be able do anything about it, and even if some one did say something, I would be a grown-up too, so I would be strong enough to hit him.

Back then I promised my self never to turn into a grown-up, at least mentally, I was determined on continuing to play as much as I want when I grow up, I was thinking that maybe I should defend the right to play all the time when I become a grown-up, that I should convince the grown-ups that you do not get to tell us what to do anymore, but I was convinced that I should wait until I get older my self, maybe then I can kick some grown-up butts. It was a childhood pledge, a promise I made to my self, a promise I forgot.

Around 2 days ago, 2 little girls came to our house to ask me to get the ball they were playing with, it accidentally fell into our backyard, I was seriously mad at them, it is all mud back there, and they hit my father’s little plants (Don’t know what kind of plants), I was telling her that she should play some where else or I will blow it up next time, she said it was not her ball, but it was for her brother, she told me she came cause her brother was afraid to ask for the ball him self after I screamed at him last time.

It hit me then, All I need is to get married, Get my self a son, then be called Abu (something), and by that I would be the new boogie man in the neighborhood, I then remembered my childhood pledge I made to my self, I felt ashamed, I should be ashamed, who am I to stand against simple needs of children.

I hated my self then, I was disgusted to know that I was the new enemy of childhood, that I might be running out of the house 30 years from now chasing little boys away and blowing up their balls, and screaming at their parents for a bad job raising their children.

I think a person should at least be true to him self, at least the child part of him, or the child he used to be, so from now on, I will be the ultimate friend of childhood, I will even play with them in the street and will hit any other grown-up with a rock if he wants to take the right of playing from my young friends.

I miss my happy childhood I guess, even the days of the mark reports when my father would hit me so hard I would barely be able to walk after it.

Management Delimma!!

Don’t you think that responsibility and privileges should come together? I for one think that giving one with out the other would cause trouble, if not disaster sometimes !!!

I don’t know how valid my argument is, but I cant seem to convince the management of my company of my theory!