Ω On the 26th of September at 1:08 pm and after spending a couple of hours earlier thinking of going to the beauty salon a place i don’t enjoy going to at all because it’s always associated with "FAKE"...
1. Fake euphoria. it’s when ur female natural instincts urge u to take care of all the little details concerning ur image and u do it lovingly intoxicated by a (not always) Fake state of excess happiness and very high spirit.
2. a down moment where u feel really bad abt urself so u decide to go and cover it up by a "FAKE" partially beautiful image so as to boost ur confidence a bit
3.FAKE: "ohhh... masha2allah enty gamila...ohhh mash2alllah sh3rk te2eeel ohhh mash2allah enty zoboona amaraya and all that crap! And u have to (an inescapable "have to") be sweet and thank them for their fake sweetness!!!
The thing is this is the very first time i thought of highlighting my hair...
A thought that makes me stop and ponder deeply into what has happened to me, i have never thought of doing such a thing (not that it’s bad or anything) but it’s just not me! And that very fact scares me.
i might sound like am exaggerating when i say that highlights in my case is a sign of weakness... it first started out with a little makeup touch ups and now a thought of going "highlights" and who knws later on i might add some artificial lashes and put on a pair of "grey" lenses for god’s sake!!!
Ω i just phoned up a friend telling her that there was a theatre work shop today at 6, and that i hve no idea who those ppl were... but i just felt like going and doing something a bit out of the ordinary.
Ω Adult hood disgusts me! It’s too fake, i guess because ppl force themselves into it they don’t let them sleves naturally reach it.
Ω The last day of Ramadan on my way to ras el barr particularly somewhere near Ismailia it rained so hard for abt 3 amazing minutes while i was behind the wheel :)
Ω In Portsaid i saw so many old men on old fixed gear bicycles they were too many of them they passed in front of me in such harmony, their posture on the bike was so beautifully intact, like they were made for each other... the old arched back the arms laid on the handle bars in a semi 45 degree angle so comfortably.
The perfectly ironed shirt and trousers the combed hair the smoothness of the pedal the sound of the bell when it rings.
You could feel the man holding his bicycle with love and riding it with appreciation.
my dad told me that there was a day when Portsaid was mostly bicycles... i thought to myself " no wonder i fell in love with it from first sight :)".
Ω I love my dad :)
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i just wanna say one thing..actually they are two
first: how dare you go to that workshop without telling? :(
second: the best thing ya Ronz is to make the change for ur self..dont make others' ill minds decide for u anything babe :)
explain the second part plz :$
and abt the first point if u wanna join ur more than welcome never new u could be intrested in such a thing, and while type this i thought why not MIMI!!!!
she could join theres a diversity of ages and i guess am the youngest very nice intresting and funny ppl... and am serious its going to b 3days a week for 2 hrs or so f wust el balad till december.
i like ! i want !!!
as for the second part..
if am getting my nail polished is because i love to my strange hand and admire it in red nail polish..that's me .. for me ..w bs !
when i got my highlights i did it and i know no one will see it or admire it or anything..i did it cause i wanted a change ..an extreme purple change..
so all am saying..love ur self ya Rana to the extend that when you go to the hairdresser u r "btdl3y nfsk" .. :)
not because you want to hear admiration from others "although that's not bad .. we are human beings after all..and we love to be praised" ..
bs kda.. do the change u want ..wether others like it or not..that's thier problem : )
abt the fisrt point: then be there next wed at 6 u will love it! :)
second point: u must've misunderstood my point...
i specifically hate going to the beauty salon so as NOT hear fake admiration comments not becoz i seek them.
and because this whole Phase of changing small image details scares me, not because of wut ppl think (i never even mentioned any kind of concern regarding that from near or far)...but becoz what concerns me and scares me is that this is just not me, so when u suddenly find ur self wanting to do things that r unlike u, things that were considered a big "NO WAY" to u, it has to make u stop, pause and wonder why?(at least to me it has to).
Fikhimto lamouziKa!
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