I'm glad someone agrees that the Muslim Brotherhood are useless and that they only care about pushing through their own selfish personal agendas.

I hate how - indeed - people rave on about the country's rich history and how we once ruled the world but no one seems to mention anything about a promising future.

I hate how people parrot the phrase "Masr omm el donia", when we're clearly not!

I hate sexual harrasment in Egypt. I feel so damn vulnerable. Why can't men look at women as their sisters not as a sex object?

I hate... No wait... I DESPISE when your average Egyptian whose first language is surprisingly Arabic is looked down upon by the skum bags in our society when he/she can't speak a word of English or pronounces a word wrong.

I hate how people here choose to speak English when they obviously can't. They weren't raised in a multicultural society so it's definitely not a force of habit so why insist on doing so? Apparently, it's makes them "cool". Whatever that means.

I hate how Valetine's day is celebrated TWICE in Egypt! Isn't it bad enough to experience it once let alone two bloody times! I get it... It's cool to have a boyfriend. Move on!

I hate how people think of relationships as a trend and not as a serious matter.

I hate how Egyptians curse everything that is the United States and yet the second they're granted a green card, they immigrate to "the land of the free, home of the brave" without a second's worth of hesitation.

I hate how Egyptians blame the Jews for everything. For crying out loud, the Tsunami wasn't caused by Israel!

I hate how shallow and materialistic people are here.

I hate that I can't feel safe in my own country.

I hate that no one understands how incredibly amazing it would be to backpack countries such as India, Kenya, Sierra Leone, Malaysia to discover cultures and converse with the locals there. I HATE the classic response that I get... "What the hell are you going to do in India?!"

I hate that the only person who truly gets me is Indian!

I hate it when someone complains about how Egyptians break the virtually non existing traffic regulations here in Egypt and then go ahead and break it themselves.

I hate how people think of religion as a yet another trend.

I hate that hookers here wear the veil to "disguise" themselves. It is SUCH an insult to veiled women!

Ugh, I hate alot of things. Depressing post I'm sure but I truly enjoyed reading yours, Ragin Raven!

Man!! You should start a blog page of your own. We hate the same things.. except for the fact that no Indian gets me still. :P

I didn't intend for this post to be a depressing one, but..well, I guess I've written one too many depressing posts that now I could even depress Santa Clause if he ever checked in.

PS There's this traffic somewhere on Al Khalifa Al Maamoun St where cars stop when it's green and drive when it's red. It's been like that for the past two years or so.

I think I recognise that traffic light. Is it the one opposite the petrol station? (I think a Mobil station). For some reason I remembered the "Opposite Day" episode of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy. On that day, common sense and knowledge were to be reversed. If you were happy, you cried. If you were full, you ate more. If you see a red light... YOU DRIVE FULL SPEED AHEAD!

Funny, the only way to compare Egypt is to a cartoon. How ironically true.


And I didn't mean at all that your post was depressing. On the contrary! It was refreshing to find someone else residing in Egypt who actually thinks the way you do. I was, in fact, referring to my post as depressing. But no matter how hard I try to spin my post in the most depressing way possible... I could never come close to the depressive brink-of-suicide things you post. You win, hands down, this year's depressive blog award. *clap clap clap*

Well, at least I won something. :)

I didn't think that was very depressing.. I enjoyed it. I am not sure if that makes me more depressing than you.. and therefore you have become a breath of fresh air.. or if I have a twisted sense of enjoyment..
Anyway, have not found the perfect apple pie yet.. but I do know where you can find great cheesecake and oreo madness.. if that helps I mean.
Oh yeah, don't get the apple pie from On the Run. (Yes, i did try buying apple pie from a gas station...bad decision)

I can make my own cheese cake btw. YESSS. A guy who knows how his way in the kitchen.

Well, I can't make spaghetti, chicken, rice, or noodles.. but I can make cheese cake easy. Once a year, in Ramadan, we make a "dish party" to have our iftar and all... and they literally kill for my cheese cake. It's been like that for the past three years.

I didn't even know On-the-Run had apple pies. Are you sure it was an apple pie?

Well... it had something resembling apples.. it was shaped like a pie. But I guess that is where the similarities end. It was the worst gas station apple pie I have had in my life! ;o)
I cannot make chicken... I can make rice, well sometimes I can. Other times it all goes wrong.
I can make hte "just add hot water" kind of noodles.. but I think that does not count as cooking. I once burnt soup.. I am a masterful fuck up in the kitchen!
Well, making cheesecake is impressive... I love cheesecake with a passion! Wanna get married? ;o) Or at least invite me to a dish party in Ramadan?

My cheesecake is easy. It doesn't require any oven cooking, unlike most cheesecake recipes out there.

To me, gas stations have always been a 24/7 source of cigarettes, imported chewing gum, and an ATM machine.

and sure.. you've earned yourself an invitation.

Hmmm... I am just thinking how I can mess that up... I am sure I can, but cool! Life is better when someone else is cooking.
Gas stations are so much more my friend! In California at times I could go grocery shopping there... milk, bread, eggs, coffee, damn! it had all!!
Now I just make my morning run to grab anything that will make me less bitter in the meeting in the morning!
So.. cheesecake next ramadan.. we're on!

I did it! I found the best apple pie here in Egypt! Actually, it found me. A student made it... and damn it was good!
Ahhh, the perks of the job!!