Maioush

If my being is the sum total of my experiences, what happens if I can’t remember most of them? Would that mean that I cease to exist as a person, or would the perceived existence of my body equate to my existence?

I’m probably digging a hole here, since this area isn’t really my strong point but it is something I wonder about from time to time.

Hmm.

Being of average intelligence means that every 2nd person you meet is more stupid than you are. Being above average intelligence, say about… 75% means that about every 4 people you meet, 3 people will be more stupid than you are. Considering that one is in the top 25th percentile, let us assume that there are 6 billion people in the world. (Don’t know the number, can’t be bothered to find out). That would mean that 4.5 billion of them are less intelligent than you are.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about this until a friend brought it up the other night. It literally made me sit up and sent chills down my spine. Eep.

I know it isn’t that big a deal if I post my picture or not but I feel that it is. I mean, you could probably find my picture somewhere on the internet already. No wait, you can. I think the whole matter now is finding a decent picture of myself that I’m willing to let the world see. I guess it’s more the idea of attaching a face to the words. The thing I’m thinking is whether this is what I really want. Then again, many people have their pictures on their blogs anyway and since I already have my last name on it, what’s the harm? I guess it’s that I would prefer being judged on what’s inside my head than what’s on my face.
What I’m basically trying to say is, we should be judging people differently. We should be discouraging stupid and exalting intelligence but we don’t. Meh.

I’m a stubborn person and I’ll probably always be one. The easiest thing to do is to tell me that I can’t do something and I will do it. That, except climb mount Everest (hah!). Nah, it’s true what a friend said before, if I really cared I would have done something about it and that’s the same for any other person who has some sort of defect whether it’s body odor, crooked teeth, flaky skin, dandruff, shitty hair, horrible clothes, etc. If you really cared about your image and all that, you would take care of it but that’s fine.

Anyway I’m a stubborn person who doesn’t know when to quit. I should probably quit now and instead of trying to push for medicine with my mediocre grades, a wonderful remnant of my partying days, and just accept the fact that I’ll be lucky with an office job and all that sort of thing. It’s just accepting defeat which is so hard for me. I shouldn’t have to, and I’m not going to until the very end. I’m going to keep trying until I get in, even if it kills me because I know I’ll be brilliant. There’s things in life you just can’t let go, things you should fight for no matter how bleak the outcome seems to be. I should give up but I can’t, which is probably one of the worst things about me.

I don’t know when to stop arguing, I’ve had debates with friends that have lasted over the span of weeks, and some of them are still unresolved. I don’t know when to say, ok, that’s it. I’m like that for many other aspects of my life as well. It gets a little tiring and yet, it is the very thing that drives me. Then again, I’m just justifying myself over things that I really should get over but can’t.

The hardest thing for me is to let go. There are some things in my life that I should get over that is hindering me from developing as a person. I’m sure my older readers may remember brief posts about some experiences that I’ve shared. I can’t get over them, but I will. I still have nightmares about some things that happened to me in the past, but they’ll stop eventually. I’ll get better, in fact, I am better than when I first started this blog. Healing process and all that. It’s over and I should get on with my life.

Many people mistake the act of compromise as selling-out or giving in. Compromise to them means giving up something. In actuality if you stay true to the real definition of compromise you will gain a relationship free of petty battles. You will learn how to co-exist in a loving and appreciative way.

So, what does compromise actually mean? It means, “A settlement…by mutual consent reached by concession on both sides…” The key words here are mutual consent. It can’t be a true compromise if one partner doesn’t feel it is mutual. The act of compromise by definition indicates that both partners take an active role in finding a solution. This cannot be done if one or both partners are angry. When beginning to address an issue with your partner I think you should pay attention to the following:

Note: It may be a good idea to let your partner know ahead of time that you have some ideas about a certain situation, and you’d like their insight and help with it. This can help set the tone for positive, non-accusatory discussions. Agree beforehand that if at any time either partner feels angry or upset about the issue you can come back and talk about it at a later date.

1. Talk about the situation openly and calmly with each other. Explain what that situation is to you, and how they feel about it. Then, have your partner do the same.
2. Agree to take turns talking out the compromise. This will allow each partner to fully discuss his or her ideas. Do not interrupt your partner during this time.

   TALKING OUT THE COMPROMISE:

3. Depending on who goes first, decide what possible outcomes or solutions would be acceptable to you. Take a look at it from your partner’s viewpoints and decide if these solutions would be fair to them. What do you feel your partner wants from the situation? Revise your outcomes or solutions around what would still be acceptable to you, but also accounts for your partner’s best interests.
4. The next partner should now follow Step 3.

   Note: Solutions to your problems will vary. For example, if the issue is that you don’t feel you are sharing the workload around the house, your compromise could be: “If you do the dishes, I’ll cook dinner.”

5. Agree on a “DOABLE” compromise. Don’t take one step forward only to fall two steps behind. A compromise should be considered a promise. You don’t want to have one partner following through with their promises, and the other lagging behind. That will only create a relationship filled with resentment.
6. Agree on a future time, right then and there, to talk about things that may come up. Ideally, you’ll want to agree on a date a week in advance. It is crucial for any relationship to have “us” time to talk through issues or problems you may be having. You’ll find a weekly check-in date will help dramatically decrease the amount of flair-ups in your relationship.

Compromise is a way of helping each other find a solution that benefits both people. When you start looking at solutions to your problems this way you can’t help but gain a happier relationship, which in turn creates a happier you!

Well, where do I start?? I read at Dino$ about this and I felt like “I have to watch this”.

After I watch it, it didn’t turn out that surprising as “Thomas” used to be “Tracy” so practically, he/she is a woman, his/her organs are a woman’s organs from the inside, so there is no miracle here!! It’s just sickening tough!!

Watch the videos for more:

Part 1

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Part 2

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Part 3

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Part 4

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Part 5

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I was sooooooo happy last night as I was walking around the office before going home; I discovered something almost brought tears to my eyes, Yasmeen :)

Yasmeen (jasmine) is one of the things that remind me of Jordan a lot, out old house was surrounded by it, I remember when I was a little girl I used to make necklaces, bracelets, and head bands out of Yasmeen, when I grew up a little, and we moved to another house, I was so happy that the street we live at is full of it, almost every day in summer after either school or later work, me and my friend Laila, would walk around the house and enjoy the smell of Yasmeen, we usually end up with a chips and  “shaneena” :)

I got some to myself and out it in my ‘very old” car :D , you can’t imagine how much i enjoyed my drive home :)

It just feels great, now I have an extra reason to love where I work besides that it’s right next to Disney Land :)

And enjoy the song :) A7la layali layali zaman. Allah 3a hadeek el ayam, wallah zaman… wallah zaman, ah law terja3 hal ayam…

o ya ree7et yasmeen el dar :)

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 Princess N tagged me (thanks sweetie, I’m late i know) :) , as well as Wonders (my apologies sweets, i lost track :( )

The rules are:

1. Post 10 random things about yourself,

2. Choose 5 people to tag and a reason you chose each person

3. Leave them each a comment directing them to your blog so they know they are it

4. You can’t tag the person who tagged you

5. As a courtesy to the person who tagged you, please let them know when you have posted

Alright, let’s do this, oh god..  This is gonna be like 10 posts in one, Allah y3eenkom LOL!

1. I’m always cold, no I’m serious, ALWAYS, today it’s like 75 outside and I have the heater on RIGHT NOW :D

2. Do you remember Monica from friends?? She is so crazy about where stuff should be and the way that things should go, I’m the same of not worse… simple example: the tag on the bed sheets, it has to be at the left down corner of the bed, when people do it for me, I wait till they leave and I fix it behind their back :oops:

3. I don’t eat more than a pregnant woman!! :@ I was just being a good host when Nido was here, I mean come on, it’s not appropriate to let her eat by herself sa7?? :)

4. dancing in the car??? Oh my god it’s so possible ya 7aki LOL! :D, I do ALL the time :) once I hear a song I like, yadii el fdee7a!! I’m dancing and I don’t stop until o notice that someone is looking :oops:

5.  I wear glasses, yep!! That’s right, I used to be obsessed of contacts, I hates the glasses, but for few months now, I became lazy and I just wear my glasses.

6. I got lost once in Amman, and ended up in the royal palace (I still don’t know how I ended up there)!!

7. I cry easily, I might look tough for some people, but I’m one of those who cries 3ala atfah el asbab!! :S

8. I LOVE guys with gray hair, that’s why I’m in love with George Clooney’s look :dreamy eyes:

9. I hate history, I used to cause sooooooooooooo many troubles in history class, and I got kicked out of it several time, bad bad bad Maioush!

10. if someone gets on my nerves, I can be very rude, I smile a lot and all, bs ma y’3orkom el mazhar :) .. when I’m mean.. I’m mean!! For real, I always’ end up hurting people’s feelings!

As always, I’m not gonna tag anyone, but if you would like to go ahead and do it, please do :D

I really need to talk about this, I feel like there is a huge bubble in my chest, does that sound weird? It’s not the emptiness feeling no, and it’s not like I fell a huge rock setting on my chest Kaman no.. I feel like there is a huge amount of air a huge bubble stopping me from breathing, it starts at my throat all the way till my lower part of my chest, it’s like my throat and lungs are full of cold air!!

I hate it when people yell at me, well you will all say “bit we all do”‘ but here is the thing with me, if you really want to tell me something, try not to scream cuz will get nothing but a silent person, I won’t say one word, no matter what you yell, I just freeze, completely freeze, I don’t respond to screaming or yelling, I’m a calm person my nature, I don’t believe in screaming an yelling, and just because I don’t yell back it doesn’t mean I can’t, it’s just I don’t want to, I will never yell back, or even respond to the person as log as he/she is yelling.

This is a question for all the people who usually yell at other people, why the hell you scream?? It’s not like it makes you stronger, and what ever it is are you trying to tell me, I will definitely get waaaaaaaaaay better if you say it in a lower voice, I’m telling you people I completely freeze, I just HATE yelling, add to that end up crying most if the time, and I hate that too :(

Please people, please, stop yelling at screaming at each other, I beg you, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

And I end up hating the person who keeps yelling at me, enno I hear you, bekaffi meshan allah! :(