An embarassing day for Superluli

I decided to wikipedia the actual independence day of egypt not the bull shit 23rd of july date.
In the mean time i checked our national anthem, turns out it's made out of not just the one part i know. It's actually made up of 5 parts! and i do not know them.
So i decided to wikipedia Germany's national anthem in the hopes that the song i know by heart is only the first part, there must be other parts too that i do not know. Turns out no - i know the full German National anthem - all of it. I know who wrote the music, when, for whom all of it!
But the Egyptian one? Not!
I am not German, but my school obviously taught me well.
So in my quest to overcome this sheer and utter embarassment i am learning the egyptian national anthem by heart! ALL OF IT!

Shame on me...

empty fridge

My mom was here 10 days ago. That was probably the only time where we had to put some serious thoughts into how we organize our fridge. There was food in it, vegetables of all sorts, rice, soup and loadz of things. For the past 10 days these things have slowly been consumed, the pots have been emptied and some mold has definely grown on some of the green things.
So today i cleaned out the fridge and our fridge is back to it's normal state, a couple of jars of tomato paste, some bread, eggs, cheese, ketchup, and a can of mushrooms.
Order has been restored in casa de luli, nissy and yoyo!

Gender X

In my early AIESEC days the issue of gender came up, and some how it ended up with me saying this quote that has haunted me since then: "I'm gender X"
I can't remember at all the situation in which i have said that.
It's been a while since then, but these days that sentence just rings in my head a lot.
Perhaps it's because Hilary lost the primaries, i was never a supporter, but still a woman in the white house would still be cool.
It's a little upsetting though; the general impression i got was that she'd be taking a huge step for women in Politics. I will purposely neglect the Ghandis and the Buttos, coz let's face it, it don't count unless it's democratic! and there's no democracy in dynasties. But what about Margaret Thatcher? Angela Merkel? Golda Meir? Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf (Africa's first elected female president)?
Perhaps it's because of Kuwaiti women not having a single seat in parliament or the shock i got 2 weeks ago when i found out Swiss women were not allowed to vote till 1971! Seventy One!
Perhaps it's because there's a new power woman appearing around the horizon, and i can't wait to see her run the show.
Or perhaps it's because i work with someone who manages to mention gender issues almost on a daily basis.

You set the limits for yourself, some put their limit at woman. I put mine at Gender X!

"One TV" takes cencorship to a whole new level!

If you live in the Arab world, censorship is something you're used to. Usually it's focused on nudity and sexual content. In the Cinema in Egypt, expect to see the kisses, heavy make-out scenes are sometimes there sometimes not, but anything past that -- enter Scissors!
On TV MBC2 and 4 and One TV (Dubai's TV) the kisses are at a minimum. I think they draw the limit at tongue. No tongue --> ok yes tongue --> Scissors!I have never imagined that sitcoms like Friends and Mad about you would be censored! Seriously!
Annoying as it might be, they're for free - so you can't complain.
If it bothers you so much, get cable, and watch freely.

Yesterday One TV took censorship to a whole new level. They censored content! Actually specific words.
It was that episode where Ben was spending Christmas with Ross, so Ross - being a Jew (gasp) - wanted to teach him all about Hanukah, the festival of lights, a Jewish holiday that is not that big of a deal for Jews. It's seems to me like a good excuse for TV to please the Jewish audience by adding it to their Christmas specials, that way they don't need to dedicate a whole episode about some other more significant Jewish holiday. And all the non-Jews don't mind, coz I mean, it's all about Christmas anyway!
So back to Friends. This episode included a number of words and scenes One TV deemed inappropriate to show.
The word list is: "Jew" "Jewish" "Hanukah" "Festival of Lights"
The scenes included: Lighting all the candles by the window, the story about the Maccabees and how they rebelled against Antiochus IV Epiphanes.
What they forgot to censor is the back-ground music at the end which was so typically a Jewish theme.
After I got over my shock of the lengths they would go to censor, I started thinking why would they possibly censor that! a) it's history b) it's a religion that the Arab Muslims believe in. I mean it happened! It did! What were they trying to do? Erase it from history? What harm could have possibly been done by showing those scenes?
What were they thinking?!
What puzzles me is that they show Seinfeld all the time. WTF?

It used to bother me that Egypt censors all movies that show how the Jews were kicked out of Egypt with the excuse " we don't want to raise sympathy for them" while actually it's an attempt to deny that our country has any dark spots in its history.But it gives me some comfort that at least we don't erase them from the shows and movies! We're not at the absolute bottom of the censorship scum...the gulfies oh so proudly take that spot :P

Ch..Ch..Changes? I think not....

Another year has come and gone. And things are still the same. I'm working at the same company. Living with the same people. Still a miserable size 16. Still single. Still in Egypt.
Basically it's all the same since i turned 22.
Is this what is means to be an adult?
Some things have changed though
i live in a nicer house now (minus ant farm in kitchen), my grandma's no longer here, my belly is a little less visible, and i have a savings account. (albeit a near-empty one)
Still, all signs of adulthood kicking in.

So, is this the year things change? Not really!
According to the plan, this year will pretty much be the same as the year before, and the one before, and the one before. It doesn't make sense to move jobs/countries/houses just yet.
It's not that it's bad, on the contrary, it's good, really good. It's just all the same, same, same, same.

So the question is, how do i get through yet another stepping-stone-year without blowing a fuse out of boredom?

P.S. I would like to point my fingers at the writers guild of america for causing 30% of my boredom this past year because of their strike. Only 16 episodes of grey's and DH in one season? talk about injustice....well it's not if it's compared to darfur or something - perpective people! perspective!

BTW; this rant is because i've just turned 25.

I still don't get it

I must have been 11 when the movie "The Bodyguard" came out or something. I remember seering it the movies and paying 4 pounds for the nice medium priced seats. Now the cheap seats are 20 at least.
When the movie ended, i didn't get it. Why did they not get together at the end? So i asked my mom, why did they not get married, if they were that much in love?
This was my first lesson in racism.
I remember arguing with my mom and doubting her common sense. I spent the first chunk of my teenage years thinking she didn't really understand the movie.
16 years later and the concept seems a little less alien for me, but still alien!
I am secretly still hoping there's some other twist in the story for why they did not end up together other than color...

well, it's on TV now - i am 16 years wiser than when i first saw this movie - maybe i did miss something...

I'm going to see Jerry Springer?

I received an unexpected email from Mr. Jerry Springer today!

Thank you for your Jerry Springer Show ticket request. Please read the following information in its entirety. You are presently booked for tickets on April 28th at 4:15pm, Arrival time is 3:30pm central standard time. You will be here for approximately three and a half hours from arrival time. Early departure is not permitted. Everyone must be 18 years or older and will be required to present valid, non- expired photo identification. We only accept the follow id's: Driver's license, state ID, passport or military ID. WE MAKE NO EXCEPTIONS! Your tickets will be held at the door under the out of state list. Please make sure everyone in your party is dressed nicely. We do not allow any logos, sports, jerseys, sports paraphernalia, hats, sweatshirts or sweatpants. Our address is 454 N. Columbus Drive we are located in the NBC Tower. If need to cancel a reservation call us at (312) 321-5366, once your reservation is booked you will not be contacted or have access to a phone representative. We hope you enjoy your visit to Chicago and the Jerry Springer Show experience.
* Please contact us if any handicapped accessibility is necessary.
* Please print this email and bring along.
* Please email us or call us if you cannot attend or need to change the date you were booked for.

Eric and I were planning to do that together...
Too bad that's not going to happen.

Anyone interested in some Jerry Springer Tickets?

The house of Geeks

My house is officially the house of geeks.
Nisrin and I spend a nice evening doing statistics on our scrabble games, which resulted in the following:

Tuesday Night's Scrabble Hall of Fame:
- Annika - won a total of 5 games
- Luli - won a total of 5 games
- Nisrin - won a total of 4 games

Tuesday Night's Scrabble Hall of Shame:
- Nisrin - lost a total of 6 games
- Luli - lost a total of 6 games
- Chris - lost a total of 4 games
- Kent - lost a total of 4 games

Top 10 Word Scores:
1) Annika - 98 points
2) Nisrika - 68 points (teamup between Nisrin and Annika)
3) Kent - 67 points
4) Purvi - 63 points
5) Annika - 59 points
6) Annika - 55 points
7) Nisrin - 52 points
8) Chris - 50 points
9) Luke - 46 points
10) Annika - 44 points

And just for fun we looked at the regulars and calculated some performance ratios: (the ratios are for games played individually not when paired with someone)

Annika: In the 14 games she played she came in:
First: 36%
Last: 0%
Middle: 64%

Chris: In the 12 games he played he came in:
First: 25%
Last: 33%
Middle: 42%

Kent: In the 9 games he played he came in:
First: 33.5%
Last: 44.5%
Middle: 22%

Luli: In the 21 games she played she came in:
First: 24%
Last: 28%
Middle: 47.5%

Luke: In the 8 times he played he came in:
First: 37.5%
Last: 25%
Middle: 37.5%

Nisrin: In the 20 times she played she came in:
First: 20%
Last: 30%
Middle: 50%

Interestingly, it's Luke who holds the best personal stats, closely followed by Annika.
Nisrin rules the middle place along with myself.
Kent and Chris come last most of the time - haha suckerzzzz

10 random things you might not know about me...

Following Nora's suit:

1) I take multi-tasking to an extreme. In the morning i brush my teeth while i pick out what to wear. I heat the water while I'm getting dressed. I comb my hair while packing my bag. This is only the first 15 minutes of my day, imagine how the rest goes

2) my hands have to play with something all the time. Mostly I either play with my hair or i cut out tiny pieces of papers and roll them with my fingers then move them around from finger to finger.

3) [this item has been deleted due to the number of embarassing comments i received, instead see below]

3') I eat my bananas like a bunny using my front two teeth only. I never let anyone see it other than my family, and by accident nisrin too :P

4) I wash my hands 20 times a day

5) I organize my money in my wallet - big notes at the back, small notes in the front

6) I can decide on what my dream will be this night, and i have constant day-dreams at any given point of time

7) If you're telling me something i am not interested i space out and know when to make appropriate noises and expressions and nods to make you think i am interested

8) I can never stick to a budget, so i make a new one every few days to pretend i am sticking to a budget

9) I have serious road rage! Like no rage you've ever seen

10) I can sleep at any time, in any place, yet i am always sleep deprived...

I'm cooking today

Well i realize Kent will contest the fact that this would qualify as cooking, but if i am in the kitchen for longer than the three minutes it takes to make a toasted cheese sandwich, then it counts!
The world's unhealthiest menu is:
... drum roll please ...
Fried Mozzarella Sticks - that i am breading myself
Corn on the Cob - that i am boiling myself :P
Mashed Potatoes - courtesy of Mrs. Betty Crocker
Doritos - courtesy of the delivery guy at the grocery store by the corner
Old El Paso Salsa dip (which is somehow also made by Mrs. Crocker,,,,bless her)

I'm somewhat excited about this meal....

oh, and in case you've missed this, i am making it for the scrabble night that is slowly loosing it's international charm with the great Cairo exodus that's been going on lately.

a beginner's guide to egyptian CVs

The Egyptian CV has a specific purpose: to share as much information as possible about a person's life. It is not, i repeat, it is NOT with the purpose to get an interview.
The only differentiating aspect between the business people and non-business people is that business people can align fonts and make it look presentable to semi-presentable.

The following tips should be helpful in writing an egyo-style CV:
1) Write as much information as possible: marital status, military status, children, anything you want to share
2) Put your age - it's the first thing people look at when determining your eligibility
3) Write down each and every single training course you've attended even if it's a 4 hour training 10 years ago
4) Exagerate and make things more grand than they actually are: you can do so by adding words like advanced, master, senior, extensive, expert
5) List down every single job you've ever had; even the time you've sold juice in the Viva Bianki festival on the beach
6) It's not necessary to note down achievements, just describe what you do
7) It's also not necessary to start your sentences in the same format, just write what you feel
8) Share every skill you have, even the one you've obtained in 1993 learning how to work with DOS and windows 3.11
9) Spell check is optional
10) unified font styles and sizes are optional
11) Length shows strength, a one pager means you've not done much - so don't embarass yourself
12) Hobbies should be included; riding horses in parks and long walks on the beach says a lot about your ability to work and produce output
13) If you have any additional nationalities add them, you'll look cool
14) It's vital to mention if you have a car and can drive, even if you're applying for desk jobs
15) Insert cool logos from the companies you work for - it'll add some color and keep people awake while they read your 5 page long CV

And finally if you want to be really cool, include a page at the end with Quotes about what people have said about you.

On a day like today

I'm sitting in my car, Lou - the new radio guy for the morning show - is playing great tunes that put you in a good mood, and drowns off the annoying sound of his ditsy co-host.
The sun is shining nicely at a perfect angle , it's not in your face but you can feel its positive vibe. I can feel it reflecting that golden glow of my freshly washed and semi-straightened hair.
I look over to the side, and i see the pyramids. A majestic sight that is still breath taking for the millionth time. It makes me smile.
I remember something; i missed the Giselle Buenchen billboard on the highway. My daily ritual of envious glares at Giselle's long thin arms, perfect hair and flawless skin has been interrupted today. This must be a good sign. I feel guilty about postponing my gym membership, the fact that i only had an omlet yesterday provides little consolation...and there we go: good sign is gone. Damn you Giselle!
Giselle happens to be the ex-girlfriend of Leonardo DiCaprio, who, since the Departed and Blood Diamond, has finally managed to sever his ties with Titanic in my mind and therefore been appointed as default male in any dream or fantasy, filling in for when a real person decides to walz in. Leo's been filling in for a while...
One more reason to shout " why god why" every time i see Giselle's billboard.
The traffic slows, then picks up again, then slows down. There's an air of sad resignation to the injustice of the cruel cairo roads. It's been 7 months of construction, the phases of grief have passed and now hover around the sad and miserable phase of acceptance. No honks, no shouts just cheeks resting on hands, long pensive thoughts and deep patient sighs of resignation.
Alanis blasts through the radio with one hand in her pocket. Singing along, i reach my destination.
It's going to be a good day.

Mrs. Amal Soliman, you're booked!

Even though this day is far from soon, on that day when i do decide to tie the knot, i now know who is the ma'zoun (notary) that will do the job!
It's Mrs. Amal Soliman, who is the first woman in the Muslim world to be appointed to conduct Muslim marriages.
I am sure by then i'll have lot's of women to choose from, but i think i'll go with Amal...
Maybe by then i'd be allowed to sign my own marriage certificate, not have my father or do it for me - blood pressure rising...face turning red.... relax, breathe, count to ten - ok i am fine!

It's a bit funny, they've been talking about this for a while, same as they did with female judges. Everyone is against it, even some poor misguided women who've been breeded to think they have half a man's brain and reason just because of the inconvenience of mensturation. (if you think it's a gift, you've obviously never had it)
You think that it's not gona happen - but our dear old HosHos with is obliging government decides, who gives a fuck about my backward people think, i am doing it anyway.
If only i had 0.1% doubt that he did it out of his conviction of equality and fairness and not his desire to please mama amrika, i'd maybe still have an ounce of respect for that man.

But regardless of the reason, it's done - and good on ya Mr. President, you've done something right!

I can't wait!!!!

One degree of separation to my favorite rockstars

Last week i met Zinny J. Zan the original lead-singer for the 80's Glam metal band Shotgun Messiah (1986-1990).



Yep, he's one of those dudes!
I never thought i would work in the same company as a real ass rockstar!

Wikipedia offered more info about him than he wished to share with us, i guess it's not fun to be on wikipedia huh?

But i guess he might top the chart of the most interesting people i've met. But that's mainly coz now i can officially say that between Aerosmith, Bon Jovi and myself is only ONE degree of separation.

i can be a bit vain sometimes :)

The future Mr. Superluli

*sigh*

Give Gaza to the Gyppos?

So that's the mainstream thought now?
Have we become the dumping ground for the world's rejects?

Everyone is looking at Gaza like it's this plague (i am not saying whether i agree or disagree with this). From this perspective it means that the mainstream now is to think - oh, israel's getting such a headache from those gazans, let's give them to the egyptians coz it's ok for them to eat shit.
WTF?

What a nice reality check to see how the world really views our country! Egyptians rejoice, your failure to get off your fat bums and fix your country has paid off. Ba2ena Zebalet el 3alam mel 2a7'er!

P.S. just to be clear: i am not saying i believe that gaza/gazans are bad - it's the world that views them as this evil thing. whether they are that or not is not the question here. so please, spare me the hate mail!

Sights and Sounds of the Cairo Airport

7 pm on a Monday night and the Airport is bustling. Flights to Riadh, Beirout, Damascus and all those other Arab countries are leaving. Morocco’s just scored another goal bringing its total score to 4 against Namibia’s 1. Some 20 Moroccans are boarding my flight gleefully watching the big plasma screen TVs across the different corners of the Airport, and some hundred Egyptians secretly thinking “we’ll show those Moroccans when we play them” but half-heartedly praying we never have to play them.
I make myself comfortable in my seat, and start calling everyone I know to keep me entertained while we wait.
The flight attendant was very nice/flirtatious. He seems to think I am gorgeous. I responded with "enta kollak nazar" (which sort of means you’ve got a correct eye on things). I look in the mirror in the bathroom, let my hair down and decide he’s right. I told him I am engaged so he stops flirting. He’s old.
8:30 pm on a Monday night and the Airport is still bustling. This time all the travelers have gone, except for us – our flight got delayed to 4 am because of bad weather in Casablanca. The airport staff and security are dutifully watching another football match. Our TV screen is not on. There’s French commentary from the TV from the next waiting hall. One team is wearing green and the name Drogba keeps being repeated. It’s probably Nigeria. The other team seems to be Ivory Coast but I’m not sure. The Airport staff and security are excited, they are cheering and ooohing and aaahing at every play. It’s hard to tell who they’re supporting, I am more inclined to say Ivory Coast, because they fear a match between Egypt and Nigeria.
The most adorable little boy is crying. His cheeks are so red coz it’s very warm and his mommy won’t take his coat off. I don’t usually find kids adorable, especially when they cry. But this one is just so cute, big brown eyes and chubby cheeks and all. He’s Moroccan. I wink at him and his eyes widen, making him even more adorable.
This doesn’t sound like me.
The couple right opposite me just kissed. They’re not cute.
They just announced another flight, the woman making the announcement has an annoying French accent that accentuates every single letter. “Egypt Air annonce le depart do son vole numbero 685 a riadh”. Then she put on this fake British accent and repeats the same in English.
They promised us a hotel till 4 am, and just called the Business Class passengers. I hope we start moving soon. I hope the hotel has internet.
But it’s ok, I have good movies, and good books with me.
8:45 pm on a Monday night and the Airport is getting quieter. There’s just the French commentary from the TVs and the whispers of the bored passengers waiting. Even the little kids are quiet. Our cheeks aren’t as red – it’s getting breezier in here. I don’t know where the breeze is coming from.
Some Americans just walked in, it’s getting louder. They seem to have an annoying George-Bush-kinda-accent. They are your typical western tourists here on some packaged trip with minimal interaction with Egyptians, coz who wants that!
It’s going to be a long night.
9:00 pm on a Monday night and the Airport is the same. A rude security personnel comes and tells everyone to exit the gate so they can get checked by security. An old Moroccan woman tries to explain to him that we’re from the previous flight and we are waiting for further instructions. He’s not listening and being rude, she’s clearly offended by the vulgar way he’s speaking. I tell him off for not listening to what we’re saying. His response is rude. Some one else calls him on his rudeness but we quietly obey his instructions. The Americans don’t understand what’s going on. I explain to them that they need to exit the gate so they can check their hang luggage. And a wise-ass American says “oh you mean coz they didn’t do their job in the first place”. I understand his frustration.
10:00 pm – I didn’t think this post would be that long. We’re on the bus. Most of the passengers decided to wait in the Airport because they want to send us to a hotel in Haram. Haram is at the far west of Cairo. The airport is at the far north-east of Cairo. It would take us two hours to get there. A hot shot journalist is fighting with the Egypt Air officials and promising to publish this and escalate to higher officials (a very standard threat in Egypt). The Egypt Air official shows exemplary customer service skills by telling him “if you don’t like this, then go complain” (a very standard comeback to the threat in Egypt).
11:37 pm on a Monday night and we are at the Cataract Hotel in Sakkara Road, Haram. No information has been given on when we should get up, and what will happen next.
Egypt Air’s organizational skills are abysmal at best. Security levels on this whole situation are poor. We do not have our luggage; I do not know how it will be handled in the morning. Anyone could have left without noticing. I hope they do not put any luggage on that plane without verifying the owner and checking its safety. But it’s Egypt; so I rely on mere hope and not faith.
5:00 am on a Tuesday morning and we’re back at the Airport. An Egypt Air official came on the bus and actually asked us if we’re all present, and if anyone is missing. Interesting! I guess keeping count is an alien concept to them. By now the passengers of flight 847 are almost certain that this was all a not-so-elaborate ploy to put us on the next flight which departs at 7 am, because they did not feel like operating two flights at about 20% occupancy. I made my mother check the weather conditions in Morocco; humidity was at 95%, it was foggy and visibility was 4 km. I do not know if this is suitable flying conditions or not. (I found out later that there was actually too much fog and all planes to Casablanca we re-routed)
5:39 am on a Tuesday morning and I am sipping my hot drink. As I approach Starbucks I notice a familiar logo next to it. It’s Coffee Bean. I am thankful I decided to head towards Starbucks since they lead me to my ultimate Chai Latte addiction that is in Coffee Bean. I am sitting with McDonald’s on my left, Starbucks on my right, Cinnabon in front and Coffee Bean to my back. And I am in Egypt. Sweet huh?
This post has lasted too long.
Our flight leaves at 7 am. This is my 32nd trip, and probably my 55th flight, so I am not bitter. The odds are good: 1 horrible flight in 55 flights? I can live with those odds. It gets very gloomy if we make those odds exclusive to Egypt Air flights. But I won’t go there.
On our flight we have an Echo, reclusive and alone, a John Locke who is old and thinks he knows everything, we have a Charlie that looks all doped up and we have a Jack Shepard who takes the lead.
I watch too much TV…
11:10 am on a Tuesday morning. We’ve just landed in Morocco.
I have a meeting a 120 KM away that starts in less than 3 hours.

The End

P.S. if you’ve made it so far, I’ll take you out for a Chai Latte. You deserve some compensation for those 10 minutes of your life you’ve just wasted.

40 years of shame

On April 5th, 1968 Robert F. Kennedy's delivered a speech called " the mindless menace of violence in America"
The following is in my opinion the most powerful part of an overall great speech:

"When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a
lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when
you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or
your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but
as enemies – to be met not with cooperation but with conquest, to be subjugated
and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look at our bothers as aliens, men
with whom we share a city, but not a community, men bound to us in common
dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear – only
a common desire to retreat from each other – only a common impulse to meet
disagreement with force. For all this there are no final answers."

RFK started his speech saying "This is a time of shame and sorrow"
He could have delivered this speech this morning and it would still hold the same validity; the same truth as is did 40 years ago.
He could have delivered this speech to every nation in the world today and it would still hold the same validity; the same truth as it did for the US.

Maashi ya harry

Harry is jealous coz i never posted about him - but posted about other people, so here goes.
This is Harrison everyone, and he knows how to throw a party :)
He's blessed with the ability to get to know every living person on the face of the earth, and fills our Cairo life with excitement because of his excellent planning ability and tactics.
He also enjoys flattery and doesn't mind demanding it from his poor friends (like me)

Guess who's coming to scrabble night,,,again!

It's Mr. Luke Bonney!

As i was sleepily getting dressed yesterday morning i thought my day was meticulously planned out. Embassy meeting at 9 to renew visa, back home, shower, work, cook, scrabble, sleep.

Well that all happened, but with a little twist.

A frantic call from a freaked out Luke at 8:30 am revealed he had overslept and missed is flight. He woke up 1 hour after his flight had left Cairo.

So the multi-tasking began! While meeting with the embassy official, and arranging my own very confusing travel arrangements for the next two weeks i was on the phone with Delta Airlines to fix this. Wiggling out of a penalty was not possible because Delta is nothing in Egypt.

So i met up with Luke, we got him seat on the exact flight the next day and then headed to Gezira Club for breakfast and a walk around the gardens. All the while Luke kept trying to kick himself in the butt and i got a kick out of his poor-ass situation :P

If you'd told me two days ago that this is what would be on my couch on Tuesday, I'd tell you that's a load of crap.
So while Luke and my bro slept and snored i worked, showered, watched balls of fury (hilarious movie) and whipped up some amazing lasagna (with the help of purvi's instructions and Nis advice)

The most priceless moment is when i told Nisrin "Come, i want to show you something" and i pulled her to the living room so she can see who's on the couch. I laughed SO hard!
Next came Dave's reaction - he sees Luke, thinks for a split second "oh there's Luke" then realizes that he shouldn't be here, stops for a minute then says "well, first off, i am glad to see you - second, whahaat?"

Then there was Annika and Kathleen who were also hilarious - i had fun :D

So after the good food - we started with the scrabble. It was a very very shameful scrabble board, we all sucked SO bad i don't even know who won.

I guess last week the ending was too unrealistic, we had to be snapped back into reality as the loosers we are! (great loosers, but still... loosers :P)

Finally, at 4 am - with the help of 5 alarm clocks and 2 people - Luke got up, took the taxi and made it to his plane.

I think i'll let him fill in the rest when he finally blogs about this...

I am still inclined to laugh every time i think about this day..

Back to the grind

It's over, khalas! no more, finito. In 7 hours i have to be up and get ready to go to work. I feel like a school kid about to start school after a long summer break. Except school kids are excited about seeing their friends and giggling about what they did during vacation.
My best friend at work is the computer screen - and it's a pretty darn nice one.
My lunch buddy is the Ahram newspaper.
I work with 400 other people, and i could not be less interested in any of them. Conversations about the weather and airport stories are what we talk about, and i know no one is interested anything more.
See relationships at work in Egypt are very superficial. Because you never leave home you keep the same friends since kindergarten. And you keep acquiring more and more friends, so by the time you graduate from college you're set. People at work are mere acquaintances and connections.
It's kinda sad, work is where i spend most of my time - in a day of 24 hours i spend 9 hours at work 3.5 hours in my car, 7 hours sleeping, 0.5 hours getting ready in the morning leaving 4 hours for other things - food, fun and friends.
Spending most of your time with strangers is a sad choice, yet almost all of us choose to do it.
Tomorrow morning; I am going to try really hard to stop myself from doing a countdown to the next time i am on vacation, it's just not that motivating - but i have a feeling i'm going to struggle with this.
I may not be that happy about going back to work, but going back to my job is quite alright - and i plan to be very efficient in hopes that my efficiency will cheer me up a bit.

Work, adulthood and life...
No body said it was easy, no body said it would be so hard

yet another farewell post

In an epic night, the weekly scrabble crew has officially said good-bye to Luke. Don't bother checking his blog - it's BO-RING!
The night started with me in what i call the "show-dance" mood. People in my apartment building enjoyed a rendition of luli-in-the-bath which covered artists like Audry Hepburn, Elvis, Beyonce and Mariah Carey. All the while Luke and Nis were not so enthusiastic about my jumping up and down..suckers..

On the menu, i made some home made brownies and some instant Betty Crocker mashed potatoes. Me and The Nis made stir fried veg, and Luke - the "man" - was very proud of his steak - which was truly delicious.
Note: Luke's last name is apparently an old Irish term for gay, coincidence?

After a lovely meal, i got started on kicking some English-native-speaking ass. It was an epic game. We were all so close, and each of us took the lead at one point in time. We also covered the whole board with games - north, south, east and west. It was about time we learned how!

















After consistently being in our scrabble crew for 4 whole months, Luke is leaving us with no replacement. He also leaves the scrabble night in need of some testosterone and me in need of someone to be passively aggressive towards.
We all stayed up till 4 am talking and following the primaries and Luke was overly comfortable in my colorful apron. You can tell he's going through a whole lot of separation anxiety.

He might not have been the most challenging scrabble player like the uber-smart Annika, or the most contributing cook like the oh so yummi Kent but he surely was an entertaining piece of eye candy ;-P

There will definitely be a scrabble reunion sometime in the future. Till then we'll be busy interviewing new candidates for the new opening in our scrabble crew.

what? 2008 already?

yeah yeah, the required new year's post - predictable, i know!
So 2006 witnessed no big resolutions, celebrated in dahab and made my first pot of rice.
By December 2006 i was so relieved that year was over!
So i made my 2007 resolutions - 2007, the year of LULI. Oh and it was!
I moved into an awesome apartment that i furnished myself (with generous donations from my family), dropped two sizes, bought my own car and named her Battouta after the traveller "ibn battouta", spent a over 75 days outside Egypt, travelled to Sweden for the 10th time, walked in markets in Morocco, had dinners in Algiers, went dancing in Tunisia, had the spiciest pasta in Ethiopia, took a boat in the canals of Copenhagen, shopped myself to near-bankruptcy in Malmoe, froze my ass off in September in Vienna and went sandboarding in the dunes of Siwa.
I fixed my deviated septum and vowed to avoid surgeries unless absolutely necessary.
2007 was indeed the year of Luli!
My resolutions were:
1) stop drinking pepsi/coke
2) low carbs
3) visit the US

i did not accomplish any but still managed to have an awesome year!
so 2008, I'll let it fly by and see where life takes me, and my resolutions are different:

1) Be a nicer person! a little less road rage, a little more smiles and a whole lot more friendliness is planned for 2008

2) Be more active - a little less conversation a little more action!

3) Study! nail that long overdue statistics exam, take the GMATs and the TOEFEL

4) Give,,,,,,time energy and money to a well deserving cause

so 2007, that's a wrap....

2008, bring it on,,, bee-atch!

searching for inspiration

Quite frankly i have managed to accomplish all my goals for my self by the time i am 25.
If you've ever interviewed me for a job, you'll know that's the truth.
But still, it does not feel right.
I have realized lately after being sucked into the corporate whirlpool and choosing a career to which cost-cutting, savings and efficiency are quintessential, that what i am missing is inspiration.
And despite my more-bitter-than-sweet AIESEC experience, i realized that it gave me what nothing else has been able to provide... Inspiration, Hope.
I also came to the realization just how much impact it has had on my life - i owe it everything.

I remember the chill that went through my body in my first "Power of One" Presentation (at my time, that was part of your standard induction - and we didn't even call it induction). Part of me romanticised this notion and this statement "Power of One". The more pragmatic, realistic and rational side of me concluded that it's necessary to get a number of people believing in the "power of one" in order to make a difference. What exactly that number is, i had no idea.

When you enter the corporate world you understand just how much power that "one" actually has. A visionary leader, a progressive manager, a challenging colleague, an ambitious person striving for excellence, a bright mind and a positive attitude greeting you with a smile every morning.
Living in a developing country such people are anything but abundant. They exist, but their impact is diluted by those who are just plain average.
I, mainly because of AIESEC - be it wrongful or not - like to think that i am one of those not-so-abundant resources.
Emile Durkheim outlined the concept of "Anomie" in the course of his sociology career. He explained it as "the social (and not individual) causes of suicide, characterized by an absence or diminution of standards or values (referred to as normlessness), and an associated feeling of alienation and purposelessness. "
Robert King Merton proceeded to explain "Anomie" as "the discrepancy between common social goals and the legitimate means to attain those goals."

In my study of sociology we were taught that this state happens to the poor, the lower classes of society, those poorly educated with aspirations they know they are better off not even aspire to.

Unfortunate as this may be it's still not the worst thing. The worst thing, in my humble opinion, is when this phenomena affects those who are well-educated and well endowed with brains, money or both, i.e. those who are essential to the advancement of a liberal, democratic, free market, right-winged society.

Say you are living in a society where no common communicated vision exists to drive it forward, no common or communicated guiding principles, norms or standards exist to aid in striving for this vision. And say that on a sub-cultural level the vision and principles exist, but it varies from each sub-culture to the other. To what extent would the degree of alienation and purposelessness exist? And how extensive is the damage resulting from the continuous absence of shared and communicated vision, principles and standards?

Those are questions i cannot answer today... and their answer may not be of much use or may be the key unlocking the door to greener grasses and brighter suns
What i can answer is that more often than not i feel alienated, purposeless and hopeless. Which leads me to believe that i myself might be a person suffering from "Anomie".
This phenomena is commonly used to explain deviant behaviour. To me personally this means a behaviour that deviates from the motivated, inspired and hopeful yuppie (Young Urban Professional) that can make a positive contribution to its community.

It is why i have chosen this time off to find some inspiration, to retrieve that spark that was lost the day i left AIESEC and joined the "real" world.

On a brighter not so related note, i was passing by a book store today and saw this in their display window:


Living in Egypt, this was quite unexpected :) (in case you didn't see the title it's "Sensational Sex in 7 easy steps")
I was compelled to walk into this interesting book store for the first time and i walked out with something i hope would help me in my search for inspiration:



As a big fan of Bill Clinton and his work i am hoping this, coupled with my meeting tomorrow with the most inspiring professor that my studies in both Universities had to offer and along with my impending visit to the women's rights NGO over this holiday will help me find what I've lost....

P.S. If you've made it this far through my mumblings, wow- i am impressed :P

intense...

I have just read this post about an egyptian female blogger who's just relapsed.
It's the most intense thing i have read in a while. When i was reading a million little pieces i felt drained, it took me months to finish it because a few pages of it were emotionally exhausting.
This though, goes on a whole new level. It just hits so close to home, female, Egyptian, and apparently similar socio-economic level.
I know it doesn't make sense, but i just unrealistically thought women are stronger than men, they can stand up to peer pressure better and that protects them. Yes it's stupid..... but after all i am a proud feminist - the kind that often thinks women are superior to men, not even just equal...yes quite frankly i do - women rock!
I don't know this girl, but the sadness that strikes me is over-whelming. I take matters like this personally. It's a matter of potential! She could stand like giants. Why does she choose to stoop so low?
I am not judging her, i am not attaching myself emotionally, not putting myself in her shoes. I am merely looking at opportunity cost here.

As the number one advocate of the "you can do anything you want to" philosophy, a follower of "the future belongs to those who work for it" it just physically hurts to read this post.

I hope the power of my positive thoughts makes a difference... I wish her the best, and i have no idea why i am writing this.

Quote of the day

"Credit cards are an evil evil thing
but like all evil things, they are great!"

--Superluli, on credit cards

well...

at least there's a bright side....

My new Hobby!

So my quest for a better use of my free time has been concluded!
After some extensive research i have found a few organizations that work with Women's Rights and ending violence against women. I called up two of them and was put through to two delightful managers who got me even more excited about this!
The one organization is called "Al-Bareek" (ray of light). Their website is all in Arabic but what they say is just great! It's exactly what i am looking for, and what i am willing to go out of my way to commit to.
I am hoping in the next two weeks i sort out with them what exactly i will do.

My good mood is back again (hanging out with nora and tom helped too)

It's only mid day but it looks like it's going to be a great day :)

The King of Cairo is leaving his Throne

Yes, the day has come when Tom Gara - the King of Cairo - has made it official. He's leaving the Big C!
Much to Kent's dismay, tom is indisputably the King of Cairo. He first moved here in 2004, and got the quintessential Cairo welcome - he got bitch slapped!
Like a true Cairean he rose to the challenge and succeeded in dominating the capital, despite his recent lameness.
He's lived in Maadi, Kobri el Kobba, Downtown and went on to follow the Egyptian Dream: He moved to the poshy Island of Zamalek!
His beard is long enough to attract the suspicious "So you have a beard because..."
He knows the best burger in town
He understands the Egyptian sense of reason
He enjoys the Sights and Sounds of the Middle East
He has the ability to develop a crush on a veiled girl
He uses culinary delectables as insights into the Egyptian Culture
He knows the nerve hitting topics to the average fulan
He makes correct associations with the Cairean Experience
He knows which is the right side to take
He appreciates the man on top like an Egyptian would and calls him by his first name
He appreciates what Cairo has to offer, and more importantly what it doesn't have to offer
He thinks of it when he's not there
He's on the list of EgyBloggers

And the thing that makes him worthy of this grand title is this:
"Nothing like this happens in Cairo, where the rainy season is as fleeting as the three-week period in August when the streets fill with piles of beautiful meshmesh (apricots), only to disappear again just as quickly. It rains maybe six times a year here (I might be horribly wrong on this, but it feels that way) and the reactions to it are priceless."
Only a true Egyptian would understand and make such a statement using this analogy...


In six weeks the Kingdom of Cairo will be left without a King, and any heir to the throne would pale in comparison to my favorite Tommy G :)

Chris, Chris P., Chrispie, Chris the Brit,,,,

He may have many names but there's only one Chris!
My story with Chris began when out of sympathy for his ever shrinking stomach and continuously sinking cheeks we decided it's time to invite him over for scrabble and get some good food into his system...
Little did we know about his intention to dominate our Tuesday evenings for months to come!

He first arrived to the flat looking...well, hungry... and sat quietly watching Oprah intensely.
This is when we thought "oh god! a guy, who sounds British, but calls himself American, quiet, innocent and a male fan of Oprah - it's gona be a looooong night"
Well, that was not the end of it! Chris added a delightful sense of humor and fun as he continued to get schooled in scrabble game after game, night after night!

So in honor of Chris's last game of Scrabble in Egypt we decided to play his favorite:
JIVO Scrabble - (and when wikipedia decides to delete the article here is another link to Jivo Scrabble).
With words like AAAA, IRANIO and WEENOR the game was a laugh.
Sadly Luke - Chris's better half/significant other/bi*&% - won that game, leaving Chris, once again.... a looser!

We'll miss Jivo Chris, Scrabble won't be the same without him
:(

JIVO Scrabble

Jivo Scrabble is a variation of Scrabble that has been created to add an aspect of fun into Scrabble.It's a game where you are urged to form words that are part of the new pop culture, as well as slang and derogatory terms. Inappropriate words and words not found in a dictionarty are integral to this game

== Jivo Scrabble Information ==
Jivo Scrabble is an innovative idea for Scrabble fans to use their existing baord for a fun in-between game to relax them and have a good laugh.

== Point Calculation ==
Regular points are calculated based on the letters used and the double or tripple word/letter spaces on the Scrabble Board.
Special '''Style Points''' are awarded based on the majority of votes of all players. The person that wrote the word has no vote. Style Points are awarded as the following:
0 - No creativity, the word would be found in a dictionary
5 - acceptable level of creativity
10 - good level of creativity
15 - great level of creativity
In case the players cannot agree on style points, two courses of actions can be taken:- take the majority of the votes favoring a certain style level.- or calculate the average of each style level awarded
It is advisable to agree on this prior to starting the game.
All the rest of the Scrabble rules apply.

== Word Verification ==
If disagereements occur on whether this is an acceptable word, you can use the Word Verification Guide.If no agreement is made, players can vote on wether such word is permissible or not.If a word is not accepted by the players, the original player does not loose his turn, he should remove them and try another time. If the player repeatedly abuses this rule, style points can be affected.

== Word Verification Guide ==
If the answer to those questions is "yes" then the word is permissible:- Can this word be used in a meaningful sentence or expression?- Does this sound like a word used by any group of people, regardless of spelling?- Is this a word in the dictionary? (it can be used, but zero Style points would be awarded)- Does it make sense to the players around the table?If it does not make sense to the players, a one sentence explanation can be given. If it still does not make sense then the word needs to be removed.

== History ==
Jivo Scrabble is a variation of Scrabble proposed by Chris Pflaumer, a British/American residing in Egypt at the time. No copyright for it exists for Jovi Scrabble, it is simply an idea to add a little fun to a wonderful game.It was first referred to on Chris's blog on June 27th, 2007

== References ==
http://christhebrit.nomadlife.org/2007/06/dominated-13-pts.aspx#comments

Inspired by the recent "TeddyGate" incident

A year and a half ago i published this post Enough is Enough
I just want to re-emphasize that this is how i feel today and everyday for a very long time

"I am calling it quits! I am detaching myself of the masses who currently follow this faith.
Now i just need to develop a name for the faith i DO believe in, since the original one [Islam] is already taken, creates negative associations and is somewhat misleading now."

I still haven't found a name btw...

The trivialization of Islam

Throughout most of my adult life i have watched Islam being trivialized by none other than its most devout followers.
I have heard speeches and preachers going on and on about:
- entering the bathroom with your right foot or left foot.
- sleeping on your left side or on your right side.
- eating with which hand.
- what prayer to say when you get into the elevator
- what prayer to say when you get into any other mode of transportation
other topics of widespread interest are:
- what to name your pet
- whether you can pray with your nail polish on or not
- whether you can put make-up on when fasting or not
- whether men can wear a golden wedding band or a silver one
- whether deodorant should be equated to perfume or not

do i need to go on?

More and more of those trivial issues get international coverage, coz well Islam is a buzz word these days, it sells!

The sad thing is that there's so much more to religion than this. Why waste your breath talking about those things when you could be talking about more important things. Things that will truly make a difference to people. Things that are also in Islam, values like hard work, seeking perfection in what you do, honestly, treating others.
Or other amazing things like formulating a whole system of inheritance in just 3 lines, the brilliance of the language use in the Koran, the examples of democracy, forgiveness, tolerance and acceptance to other people, feminism and family values.

It's like reading a brilliant piece of literature and spending your time evaluating the font it's been written in. Or eating the most delicious meal and focusing on the decoration on the plate. Or listening to the best orchestra playing and focusing on their looks.

How do we expect people to respect us or our religion if the only things we focus on are things which mean nothing and add no value?
And how can we be that misguided and disillusioned to think that these issues are our calling, and are what God would have wanted us to spend our time on?

Where have peoples' common sense gone?

The Writers Guild Strike

I have been seeing the news about this for a while now but haven't really paid attention to it. This all changed when i realized that my favorite shows are all stopping at Episode 9 and coming on every other week, and we're soon going to be stuck with re-runs!


I watch all my shows illegally. If there was a way i would do it legally i would. I love TV and i would pay a lot to get NBC, WB and ABC on my TV or computer. But that's simply not possible. I tried signing up for sites where you pay, but they're only for US residents. I tried streaming them online, but that too is only for US residents. So i am stuck streaming from illegal sites. And watching their re-runs a year later when they're aired here.
I feel bad, but if i were an artist (like those actors, writers, producers etc) and i had a fan that simply cannot purchase my product - it's not feasible - i wouldn't mind if they watched it for free. Because they can never buy it anywayz.

The Internet offers great opportunity for networks to increase their sales, and reach much broader audiences around the globe. And they get paid, now by advertisers and hopefully it will one day be available for people outside the US in a legal way.

Now that i checked what the strike is actually about, i am appalled at how badly the writers are being treated. They get paid 4 cents per DVD sold, 4 CENTS! so in the words of the writers of Grey's Anatomy "Seriously? Seriously... i mean seriously!!"
And for all the Internet content they get paid,,,, nothing, zero, zilch, nada!
The show without writers does not go on!
Of the ridiculous amounts those shows make - enough to pay actors up to 1 million dollars per episode - couldn't they at the very least keep the core of the business happy? It's not like they don't deserve it..
And for them to go on a national strike for this long, with so many people backing them, things must be very shitty for them,,,

So for the love of god people, pay those writers, and give us our shows back..
and friggin charge ME! i would pay a good deal of money if i got to stream my shows online right after they air in the US.... And i know a good number of people who would do the same. It costs them nothing - no tapes, production etc, they just stick em online and i'll happily pay them for it.

But for now, this sucks for me, and sucks ass for those writers.

hmm interesting

other than smashing my glasses into pieces minutes before i got on the plane this trip, i had something else happen to me.
in the course we were asked to present ourselves and say who we were, what we did, and what we did when we're not at work i.e. hobbies and interests.
that third question just left me speechless.
what do i do when i am not at work?
what hobbies do i have?
sleep? play scrabble almost once a week? go out and sit in cafes? facebook?
shit yaani!
everyone had something to say - ice hockey (yes they were a bunch of swedes), jogging, playing with their kids,,and i had nothing..

so i am on a quest for a hobby. i tried singing in a choir but it was boring. so what do i do? i am unathletic as can be, i am too old to learn an instrument, and no i won't learn to cook - fuck that...
i think i can safely blame AIESEC for not giving me enough time to develop a hobby when i was in college.. but you know i pretended AIESEC was my hobby.
but now AIESEC is over
and i must find a hobby!

count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place

This is what i tell myself when i read yet another article about the Saudi rape victim who got punished for getting raped.

Because if i don't this happens:

I would like to raise a motion for us to swap this "let's wipe israel out of the map" campaign, and turn it into "let's wipe Saudi Arabia out of the map".... followers? anyone?

Or let's list down every Saudi Royal and hunt down each of their mothers, daughters, sisters and wives and put them in a dark room with a bunch of the perveted sexually suppressed egyptian men roaming the streets of cairo and see what happens.

Or better yet, let's just put all those royals in a room with me and a nicely sharpened ready-to-slice knife and see what happens.

See, i told you i would do this....

Ok remember, count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place
count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place
count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place
count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place
count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place
count to 10, breathe, think happy thoughts, go to happy place

Un-Egyo-Ness

So summer of 2008 i want to visit the US, which has been the plan for a while now.
My un-egyptian-ness is that i have started planning from now. Getting advice, planning basic itinerary, plane ticket, cities i will visit, sorting out accommodation and friends' travel plans, you know the basics.
In 2 months time i will start researching the exact places i want to visit before i move on to putting together the daily plan for my vacation; say around april.

Every person i have met finds it absurd that i am doing this. And finds it even more absurd that i am starting this 7 months in advance.

a somewhat promising development

"Egyptian court convicts 2 police officers for torturing a bus driver
Pair jailed for three years
Case came to light after a video of the abuse was posted on the Internet"

CNN Article

While this is no indicator of any consistent effort to eliminate, minimize or even reduce torture in Egypt; this isolated event is still promising.
It's a positive step taken by the judicial court and it's a testament to Egyptian Bloggers and their ability to make a difference.

The Egyptian blogger who posted the horrendous video was featured in this week's Edition of CNN's Inside the Middle East.
So to all the cynics who think one person cannot do anything, that blogger has just made history.

cursed

for trying to be a perfectionist in a place that stretches its arms to welcome mediocrity like a long lost child

Nisrin!

She's tiny and white.
She's quiet and discrete.
She wakes up when i sleep
and sleeps as the sun goes up.
She seems innocent and sweet.

But is she?!

Under that soft, quiet, innocent looking exterior lies an angry beast waiting to come out. It lurkers around waiting for the right moment to attack!
Hiding behind her American sense of personal distance and her occasional half-hugs and rare cheek kisses, lies the real Nisrin.

The real Nisrin comes out every............

Scrabble Night!

Passive aggressive is not her style. Why be passive when you could be actively aggressive?

Exhibit A:
Kent Babin - in an excerpt from his blog post he says:
"The second round featured new teams, new attitudes, and an increasingly hostile Nisrin. She threatened physical and verbal violence on no fewer than twenty occasions."

Exhibit B:
Annika Rudback - Here are quotes from last night's game:
Nisrin: "If you can't beat 'em, Kill 'em"
Annika: "It's if you can't beat 'em, join 'em"
Nisrin: "Not for me it is"
5 minutes later
Nisrin: "Come on Annika, if you don't go right now i will jam that pencil in your eye-ball"

Exhibit C:
Chris Pflaumer - This is a well-deserved comment that Chris gets from Nisrin every 5 minutes:
Nisrin: " CHRIS, YALLA" and then bangs her hand on the table so her rings make a loud squeaky noise

Last but not least...

Exhibit D:
ME!
Me: " what the fuck niso, stop making noise with your feet, it's either your feet or your hands yaani"
Nisrin: "Sorry, i ...."
Me: "am a smoker?"
Nisrin: "No, I have ADD"
Me: " And by ADD you mean..."
Nisrin: " Annoy the hell out of luli? Yes"

I rest my case!

Liscence Renewal - First time is definetly NOT a charm

I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face. It was mainly due to my latest shopping conquest the night before. Charles and Keith has 60% sale so i got the most gorgeous stilettos.
Now if you're a girl with a big shoe fetish you will understand the kind of high i was on.

I was mentally and physically prepared for a long day renewing my licence for the first time. Armed with a lot of positive attitude, my outfit was carefully planned. Comfortable shoes that look a little like Sister Erica's from my school days, Jeans - i expected dirt, a carefully selected top that is to be worn by an 80 year old woman with a cleavage going all the way to my neck (quite a contrast to my look the night before), and long enough that it would work as a mini dress for an anorexic size zero model, and on top a flowy shirt, with long sleeves. My futile attempts at getting as little attention as possible was very smart of me. Good girl luli!

So the first part is to get my tickets and pay for them. Much like every other desk at that place, desk number one had no line for women, scratch that, it has no line - period. So i must squish between a big concentration of taxi drivers. The thought makes me tingly in all the right places! HMM! From Desk number one, i go to desk number 2, 3,4,5 back to 2, then to 3 again then to 6 then to 7 and then i am done! Mind you Desk 2 and 4 are on the ground floor, desk 3 and 5 are on the top floor and desk 6 and 7 are in a different building.

I got my glorious tickets which were 500 L.E. It was so fascinating i took a photo

The tickets say i have the following fines:
21st of February: Talking on the phone and crossing a red light - it took place in the East district in Alex
On the 21st of Feb i was at the office preparing for my flight in a few days. I was no where near Alex. Plus, we're in Egypt you need to have a traffic light to begin with in order for cross a red one!
11th of April: Halting traffic and parking in a no parking spot - it took place in the East district in Alex
On the 11th of April i was at the office. I had a flight 2 days after. So i could not have been in Alex
27th of April: Ok that time i was in Alex, so i guess it could be valid. It's a fine for going in the opposite direction
17th of June: Parking ticket - it took place in the East District in Alex
On the 17th of June i was at the office with meetings booked and all. I was not in Alex

I argued with the officer there and he reduced it to 50 L.E.
Alas i paid and off i went to start renewing my licence - coz this was 1/4 of the job!

So off to a new building. I go from Desk 1 to Desk 2 back to desk 1 then to desk 3 then back to desk 1. Desk 1 is a nice man with a beard (i didn't know there were any of those around) He told me go to desk 4 give your papers and they'll give you your licence. I slipped him a tenner and happily thought i was almost done. Little did i know that this was only the beginning.

Desk 4 was full of men, men and more men. No line of course. My positive attitude failed to serve me as i struggled to get in the crowd. That's then mommy came to the rescue. After 90 minutes at this desk they gave me a piece of paper. That paper needs to go to the computer department so they can issue the licence. So off i go to the next floor.
After 60 minutes the offices calls my name and my father's name which is music to my ears. my licence is done! ( In Egypt you have 4 names, yours, you fathers, your grandfathers and a family name)
As i am going i check it out, and it says: Jaylan Abd El Salam Mraasi Zaki. Sadly it's not my name. The number on the licence is also not mine. A 3 has been switched with a 2.
I guess it's expected when all of the writing is done by hand, and very fast.

I go back to desk 4 and employees are leaving. After 30 minutes and some 5 attempts i find a guy who gets my folder and fixes the mistake. I slipped him a few pounds of course.

So off i go to get my licence again at the computer room, when they reply to me with brilliant news (insert sarcasm) "The electricity is out".
Another 45 minutes of waiting and the officer calls my name gives my the lisence with the right number, right name and after 5 and a half of grueling hard work.

I should have felt victorious since i managed to get my licence in a day - which is not always a possibility.

Somehow Victory was not the feeling that prevailed.

the day after the night before

So i am completely engrossed in Mcdeamy's and Meredith's plans in the elevator and i decide to multi-task and arrange my bag.

I take out my train ticket and tear it to pieces. Once i do that, i jump up and let out a big scream which puts my dad on his feet asking "WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?"

Turns out the ticket i just tore was not the ticket i had just used. It was the ticket i just bought to use tomorrow.

So i was left with this:

Some time after that, and a bit of scotch tape and this is what i ended up with:

Now i just hope the train conductor is nice enough to accept this and does not charge me another time.

Summer is over and winter is almost heeeere!

I never thought i would be that excited coz summer is over - but i totally am!
Summers in alex meant beaches, swimsuits, lovely tans, half naked boys, AIESEC fun, traveling, time off from studying - a constant PARTEEY!
Over the years i enjoyed a lovely month in England which was amazing, a month in Turkey that was just one big party day after day (oh what i'd pay to do that again!), an adventurous trip to Korea with Shady - pretending we were married so he would bargain for me, checking out hot US marines walking the streets and awwing at corny asian boy bands and doing loadz of stupid stupid things, and germany - the trip of death!
I have also enjoyed the summer nights, the partying till dawn, the nights at poo's, the sneaking around my mother at 3 am - those were the days!

But now as i have so obviously and sadly grown up into a career ahem "woman" and moved to the big C summer is just a blub of sweat waiting to hit you at the next corner. Time off in the summer is not in sync with your friends, and it's short, it's hot and stinky and there are all those fun things around you just can't to because of that thing called J O B!

Winter is, however, GREAT!
All the kids go home early -> less traffic!
No more sweating -> finally contacts, make-up and hair is possible!
Great breezy weather -> dressing up is fun again!
No more A/C -> now people can actually listen to my singing in the car - lol!

So i am feeling ACTIVE! and this winter is going to be the winter of A C T I V I T Y!
no more meeting in people's houses and all that crap!
So here's what's gona happen:
- Day trips to Mansoura, Fayum and Rashid
- More feluccas than ever
- More walking around old cairo and attending street concerts
- Enough with the coffee shops - it's time for CLUBS!
- and activities need to involve some "activeness" i.e. bowling, airhockey, walks, mid-night horse backriding by pyramids and stuff like that
- dancing - needs to happen more often!

Let the winter BEGIN!

4th time's a charm!

Last weekend i went to siwa, and i have about 18 bite marks to prove it!
The trip was great!
Some serious sandboarding, driving on sand dunes and swimming in hot and cold springs was exactly was i needed.
All my intchiness and bites are a sweet reminder of the two nights spent watching the stars and hearing about Luke's college and frat days and Annika's travels accross the globe!

Now, it's back to reality :(

Premier Week - well it's about freaking time!

YAYAYAAAAy! i am getting all psyched up about all the shows coming back!
abc looks like it's ready to kick some ass!
i can't wait to snuggle in bed with some ice cream over the season's premiere of Gray's anatomy - i have already watched the promos like a zillion times!
i can't wait to gossip about gabi's discovery in her wedding and what the other DH crew has been up to.
sadly we have to wait a few more months till Lost is out but it's ok i'll be busy with all those new shows. They are also exciting! private practice with the gorgeous red head and quite a few promising other options.
must get that anonymous browsing going so i can enjoy all the shows starting NEXT WEEK

YAY!

sorry for the dorky post but i LOVE TV!

the world of spices

So on my newly adopted live-till-i-am-a-hundred lifestyle i have had to give up a few unhealthy habits and start up new ones. One of which is to substitute those deep fried chicken into grilled ones.
After about a week of putting soy sauce and chicken onto the stove i decided it was time to change. This was partly because i was embarrassed by Kent - he was coming to visit and if he'd seen my soy-chicken fiasco he would not give me a break. I chopped some tomatoes with it and Kent was happy, and so was I!
The next time i was waiting for the meat to cook i looked around and saw Nisrin's glorious collection of spices. I lined them up and smelled each and everyone of them. And trust me - with my un-recovered nose, that was hard. Initially i was inclined to put a bit of everything from sweet basil to Cinnamon on top and see what happens. Then i wised up and picked my two winners: Sweet Basil and Allspice. The third one was garlic powder, but again i imagined Kent's mortified eyes if i used garlic powder when i had fresh garlic right there in the kitchen. So i chopped off some garlic and put it all in there.

The result - GREAT! i have been eating this mix for 2 weeks now. I am going to get bored from it in a few days and decide to put new winners,, i am thinking curry and something else i don't know yet.

So i am finally giving up my "the only spice i eat is salt" attitude, and i am now a spice believer.

bring on the spices!!

Rant

A lot can happen in the first hour of waking up that determines your mood for the day.
Today my bawab (door man) decided to interfere with my daily rituals that set me off to a good or okay day.
He volunteered to tell me that the guy from the phone company that came to fix my phone (2 weeks late by the way) was pissed that i did not give him any money. So my bawab gave him money. So i told him not to go around giving money on my behalf or for me, it's his JOB to fix phones and i pay his company enough. His justification was that if we don't tip him then the next time a phone stops working in the building he will not come straight away and will stall for a couple of days before coming to fix it.
This is just classic! if the bawab expects me to give him his money back then he is WRONG! if he has too much money and wants to be charitable, he can do so on his own budget not on mine. And if he can do that then we are obviously paying him too much, that an electrician working for the phone company is getting charity from a bawab!

As for that idiot phone guy - if he wanted a better job, he should have studied well in high school and got into a good FREE university and make more instead of playing in the streets, smoking up and watching porn and end up in some technical institute that would make him blue collar for the rest of his life. I shouldn't pay for his poor choices. And i know the bullshit about him not making enough money and life is expensive and he has to feed his family - but he should have thought of that when he smoked his J instead of going to class!

I hate that everyone expects a tip to do THEIR FREAKING JOB!
I really hope Nasser is burning in the depth of hell right now with whips and hot flaming stones being constantly thrown at that fragile useless communist body of his, and when i meet him there i will give him a nice big kick in the crotch...

I am having a bad Egypt day!

Bye bye wisdom

My vacation is coming to an end. I took 3 weeks off and one of them was spent in bed recovering from a procedure i had to do, basically i had some sinuses problems and had to get it fixed and while i was under i decided it's time to take out those 4 wisdom teeth - which has been on my to-do list for a year now.
So i successfully dodged a visit to the dentist - YAY!
I am slowly regaining my sense of smell,, well really slowly
and now it's time to pack my bags and go back to the big C to get on with the rest of my life.
So i have made a list of things that should make me happy to be going back to reality:
1) i get to use my favorite toothbrush again - i have missed my blue oral B :)
2) work wanted to avoid me being back with a frown and decided to give our paycheck a little nudge so YAY!
3) no more freezing in A/C - courtesy of (mom's) menopause
4) scrabble time
5) starting to shed off the vacation weight and a hopefully a little more

ok i am out, that's it...

it's full on vacation blues till next weekend :(

Never again!

Day 1 post surgery, never ever ever again!2 year cold is not that bad...

never gonna happen, no liposuction, no c-section....nothing - general anesthesia is my enemy!

I have mastered sign language because speaking is not an option at the moment. And not being able to talk is torture for one outspoken talkative gal like me.

no pwesents this time

so - no postings in a while, i was busy tanning.
I made it up to alex and spend most of my days being a beach bum. Kent finally made it out here and i am expecting him to name me the one and only Alex Champion :D

My vacation time ends tonight - tomorrow i go in to do some small procedure and will probably spend the rest of my vacation high on pain killers

if you are up for a laugh, come keep me entertained