(Mohammed would be serously pissed if I choose the latter)
Sometimes it's just hard to smile. (Mohammed Jamal ELGohary is my soon to be(officially) fiance!)
Mohammed and I have been arguing because of Shabka issues. My mother wants a one carat diamond, I couldn't care less, as long as it is bigger than those I have on my ears. He thinks it's too much (I don't for all honesty) but then if we buy an 0.9 it is almost as big, and it's cheaper and no one will ever notice. Who are we trying to please anyway? I mean whose expectations are we trying to meet? I hate conformity. I hate how this society has turned into a bunch of show-offs.
I love my family, regardless of how annoying they might be(come)
I am rather emotionally attached to my blog, I don't know if it is the case with everyone else, but I love my blog. I really do. And it makes me proud, for communicating with people from everywhere, and for being able to express myself and write about things that happen to me. No shame involved.
Weird fact about me: When I was younger I used to blame all my mistakes and mess ups on her. She is the other me, while the "me" I associate with and am proud to be, never ever made mistakes. She made them, it was always her fault. That was all through my teenage years, then I met Mohammed and we sorted it out; my life. Now I instead, talk to myself. On the streets, in the car, at the gym...in the shower..almost anywhere I am alone.