Happy new year, and all that good stuff.

I know know I haven’t blogged in so long, but I’ve been so swamped by school and work; I barely had time for myself. The year didn’t start out the way I was expecting. Ghosts from the past reappeared, I’ve witnessed births and deaths, friends uniting and parting, relationships starting and ending… It’s strange how we go through so much, events in our lives fluctuate, yet here we are, standing strong. We are stronger than we think we are – or so I’d like to think.

I’ve written and rewritten this post numerously, and I’ve drafted it more times than I could remember. Every time I return to finish it off, I find that weeks have passed, events and feelings changed, and that I have to start all over again. Haunting, no?

Regardless of the events that have taken place, I’d like to think 2010 is still young, and that I shouldn’t judge it prematurely. Sure we started off on the wrong foot, but I’m willing to get reacquainted with it. Here’s to hoping the rest of 2010 brings more joy than heartache.

Till next time, world.

Glee, thank you for putting a smile on my face, and covering amazing songs. You’ve made this music lover very, very, very happy.

And yes, their rendition of Young MC’s “Bust a Move” is the ultimate shiznit.

Till next time, world.

Guess whose blog turned five? MINE! It’s been five years already? When?! Well, here’s to five more.

Happy birthday, bloggie darling!

Till next time, world.

Trying to update my blog’s layout has reminded me how much I hate HTML, and how much of a crappy job I do. Either way, it’s purple, it’s pretty…have I mentioned it’s purple?

I guess the only significant addition is the Twitter widget on the right. It’s cute!

Leaving you with one of my favourite Grace Jones songs, “I’m Not Perfect, But I’m Perfect For You”.

Till next time, world.

Up until I stumbled across this song, I had forgotten the early Cairene mornings when my father used to drive me to school. Albeit I didn’t understand Aida Al-Ayoubi’s lyrics, I was always mesmerised, even at such a young age, at how her music and voice would create an ambiance of tranquility that blatantly contradicted with Cairo’s excruciatingly chaotic streets.

I miss the good old days.

Till next time, world.

So my stats show that I’ve got people from all over the world checking my blog, yet there’s no interaction with most of you. Of course, I’m not asking for you to comment on every single post. Au contraire, your choice to remain a silent reader is one I respect, for I too am a silent reader when it comes to blogs. However, out of curiosity, I’d like for you, this one time, to say hello (this goes to those of you who usually comment too!). Please? The entire process will only take you 15 seconds. Pretty fast, huh? Thank you! :)

Till next time, world.

My ear infection has died down, however, I’ve developed a throat infection. What does this mean? It just means I’m going to be seeing more of my room, and staying in bed longer. I miss my job. Have I mentioned that I miss my job?! On another note, I just finished watching the latest episode of The Big Bang Theory, and I now have to wait till November 3rd to watch the next one. Oh, and I’ve developed a ginormous crush on Sheldon; I guess I have a thing for men who talk nerdy. Or maybe it’s my medication speaking…

Either way. I feel totally an utterly useless right now.

Oh, and for the sake of this poor unfortunate bedridden soul (yours truly), please follow me on Twitter. Merci beaucoup.

Till next time, world.

T’is the season to be sick and poorly. I hate the weather right now, and with the H1N1 scare, being sick isn’t exactly very comforting. But hey, when the hell was being sick ever comforting?! Anyway, my throat’s inflamed, it hurts, it hurts, and did I mention it hurts? Well yeah, it hurts. I went to the doctor, and turns out I’ve got an ear infection. Oh joy. I haven’t been able to leave the house for the last two days, and I won’t be able to for another three. And again, oh joy.

However, in my self-imposed quarantine (I’m selfless like that), I’ve found that The Big Bang Theory is one of the funniest shows I’ve ever come across. EVER. My friends recommended it because “the characters speak just like” I do – in the sense that I use big words, and I tend to explain the history of things sometimes. Err, wait…how is this a good thing? Either way, I’m truly enjoying the show, and I love, love, love Sheldon!

For those of you unfamiliar with the show, here’s a clip (perfectly suited with me being ill – ha!):

In other time-wasting news, I also watched Vicky Christina Barcelona. I liked it, but I’m not sure how I feel about it. The triangles, cylinders, squares, octagons, and pentagons of relationships boggled my mind; especially in the current state I’m in.

Okay, I’m starting to get too tired to type.

Till next time, world.

Tip of the day: When bleaching any part of your face, your eyebrows for example, do not opt to read a book while waiting for your two minutes to be over. You’ll eventually get engrossed in what you’re reading, and only when a burning/tingling sensation ravages your face, will you remember you had bleach on your eyebrows. Alas, that’s when you find out they’ve turned flaming orange. Like I said, do not opt to read a book when bleaching your eyebrows.

Till next time, world.

Last week breezed by – or I guess it did. The problem with my life is that it has turned to be so systematic and monotonous that once things are done it marks the end of the day. In other words, I have everything planned out from A-Z; the element of surprise or spontaneity is no more.

On a lighter note, I watched the entire first season of Nip/Tuck last night – yeah, yeah, I know I’m a million years too late. And seriously, wow! Is that show graphic or what?! Any passing thought of getting a nose job has gone fleeting out the window. How the hell are people addicted to plastic surgery? It’s bloody painful! One is practically ripped apart then stitched back together again. Who in their right mind want to be put through that torture?! With that being said, I’m in dire need of seasons 2-6 of Nip/Tuck.

Oh, and I’m also obsessed with Lady GaGa.

Till next time, world.