Ayman Elkhidir

What is it with girls and birthdays?

Girls are very keen in remembering birthdates of all their friends and family members and I’ve known girls that don’t need a PDA for this. They know the birthdates of more than 40 friends, cousins, colleagues, etc.

With guys, birthdays usually are just one more excuse for a date and some attention. I’ve never met a guy who cares about birthdates or remembers them, especially those of his friends. Guys just don’t care about birthdays for some reason. I’m not sure if it’s a (man) thing, viewing BDays as they are for kids and girls only. I’ve never seen a guy saying (Happy Birthday) to another. It’s just too embarrassing to them.
Anyway, all girls I know take birthdays as priority. Maybe they care about guys’ birthdays coz they don’t celebrate their own. Women don’t like to announce their ages, not even remember them.

Well, it’s kinda romantic and a chance for the girl to spoil her BF or husband and show him how much she loves him and cares about him.. that’s why it’s usually a day where the guy gets “royal” treatment.. Differs from one couple to another but the basic idea is the same.. I was always “royally” treated on my BD, with all GFs I had..

Personally, I like anniversaries more.. Anniversaries have a meaning.. 2 years since we got married.. 5 years since our first kiss.. 8 years since we first met.. That kinda stuff.. more such dates are very useful to spice up love life.. I used to keep all these dates and bring them up on that night:

“Happy Anniversary.. We’ve just finished 2 years since our first date”

or even better…
“You know which day it is? It’s been 3 years since you called me (Aymony) for the first time”.

Girls admire a guy who takes care of such details and keeps them in mind. It’s always the little things that indicate effort being spent that attracts girls. They don’t care about expensive gifts or jewellery as men always think, but small romantic gifts that tell her that she’s on his mind all the time; small messages hidden into the petals of a single red rose.

Roses are always a key a guy should always know how to use. You can make a girl forget everything about the big fight she had with you last night by just giving her a red rose. Not a bouquet of roses. It’s only that one single red rose that makes the magic.

Roses and flowers colors have different messages hidden into them. A guy should also be keen on choosing the right color for the right message. It’s not a standard agreed on, but it is a result of psychological research on the effect of different flower colors on a human.

Red – love, respect, passion, courage

Pink – perfect happiness, gentility, grace, admiration

Yellow – friendship, joy, zeal

White – innocence, purity, secrecy

Peach/Coral – enthusiasm, sweetness, modesty

Purple – faithfulness, passion, hope

Hi y’all…

After suffering with blogger.com for a few days, I finally managed to switch my blog platform from blogger to WordPress.

It turned out that blogger has a problem talking to my FTP host and lots of blogger users who host their blogs on their own hosts suffer from the same problem. Blogger technical support team never responds to enquiries.

So I made my mind and switched to Word Press. I suffered with all that HTML, PHP and mySQL code, but managed to do it eventually. I hope the transition was as transparent as it should be.

So I’ll be back to blogging soon.

I was having a very good sleep in my chillin’ cold room when I heard some strange noises. I could clearly hear people yelling and screaming outside. I jumped out of bed and headed toward my window, which viewed a nearby farm with a village just behind it. It was already early morning and I could see the workers of the farm running towards a yard and yelling and then dropping on their knees, with the strangest features on their faces. I was in great shock as I couldn’t figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard it. The noise of one of those giant bombers flying around and the sound of a bomb being dropped. Luckily, the impact was on a point about 5KM away. OK, we’re safe this time. Well, NO!

As I could notice the very familiar mushroom shape and it needed a bit of a second for me to figure out the bomb was a nuke. As the blast circle was widening, I could see the village being transformed into a sandstorm. The blast line was coming towards us and people started running but I wasn’t able to. Actually, there was no need to run. How would you escape a nuclear blast?

In the few seconds needed till the blast reaches us, several scenes of my life flashed across my mind. My first day in school, pictures of Mom and Dad, my English teacher in high school, my college graduation….

In another part of a second, I started to think: “Why has this bomb been dropped here? What’s the point? Why here but not the places closer to the war zone” and my definite reply was: “It’s a war where you hit your possible enemies along with your enemies, because we’re in the 21st century. No one ever used nukes in war since 1945. Using them now seems to be an act of despair. That’s why they would be bombing all cities that could make a base to head the army that would keep the war going. The aftermath will be severe, that’s why they’re giving it all at once. It’s over!”.

As people were running, I was just standing there, watching from the window and waiting for the hot breeze to reach and we all get over it. I started shouting: “Ashhadu An La Ilaha Illa Allah.. Ashhadu Anna Mohammadan Rasoolullah”, hoping for forgiveness and mercy of God.

I could feel the hot breeze already, people in front of me were turning into ashes, but I was still alive. “Amazing!”, I whispered to myself. How come I’m still here, alive and breathing. I looked at my hands. I could clearly see that my fingers were wiping off slowly. “Is that how it works? Or I just can’t feel time?”, I couldn’t figure it out. Suddenly, it was all dark.

I could hear myself breathing loudly. I could hear a loud buzz nearby, but it was still dark. My eyes were closed and the buzz was getting louder and louder. I barely managed to open my eyes as the sunlight struck them. I was lying on my back. I tried to look to where the loud sound was coming from, and there it was. My small mobile phone/calculator/scheduler/gainer/camera was ringing to announce it was time for me to get up and go to work. I sat on the edge of the bed with my head spinning and my breathing still loud and was perspiring like never before. It was a long, bad dream, but it made me think about a lot of stuff.

We’ve all got a chance to live a good life in peace, but our genetic human arrogance and evil beats us all the time and leads us to wars and massacres. Perhaps everyone of us should have such dream, for all of us to live in peace.

All my passionate sympathy, support and prayers to the kind people of Beirut and beautiful Lebanon, which was blossoming when I went there some time back.