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What a relief! Five days for a vacation :)
Ramadan is almost over, and the Lesser Barium is knocking the doors. My memories for the Eid or the feast are all so pleasant *apart from breaking my arms at one 1st eid’s morning* . I always play with the balloons like kids singing out loud “el eid far7a, w agmal far7a, yegma3 shaml areeb w b3eed.. heh heh heeeeeeeeh”
I spend 1st day with my relatives to my father, collecting “el 3edya” or the money the elder gift the younger as a sort of spreading love among all the family members *Hehe*. I save my little cherished money and give myself a treat at the end of the day. Mostly a large bar of chocolate with fruits *my favorite of all*. Mm.. 2nd day is spent with my relatives to my mother, which is even hell better and more fun.. Laughter and jokes flirt all around the place.
3rd day I mostly spend it home; sometimes I go out with friends, or even go alone to the club and buy myself a new book with the little 3edeya left ;) ;) ! ..
however, this year doesn't seem as fun as always! Due many reasons, mostly important : how sick my uncle turned out to be; Secondly for the pouring reports I am left to do plus the midterms that are about to destroy the little neural cells I have in my poor brain!!!!
See, my mother brought me a packet of “Bomb” *or some sort of explosives that make a strong sounds with fireworks; kids play with in Eid*. She fully understands how I am left as a kid inside. No wonder if I found her bringing me some balloons 1st Eid’s morning. For she always does :)
Today’s confession: I am not that strong as you think I am.
Sometimes, looks send what words can’t say..
See, this is what I mean; what am I saying after all :) !! Nonsence, unless you know!
Ramadan is almost over, and the Lesser Barium is knocking the doors. My memories for the Eid or the feast are all so pleasant *apart from breaking my arms at one 1st eid’s morning* . I always play with the balloons like kids singing out loud “el eid far7a, w agmal far7a, yegma3 shaml areeb w b3eed.. heh heh heeeeeeeeh”
I spend 1st day with my relatives to my father, collecting “el 3edya” or the money the elder gift the younger as a sort of spreading love among all the family members *Hehe*. I save my little cherished money and give myself a treat at the end of the day. Mostly a large bar of chocolate with fruits *my favorite of all*. Mm.. 2nd day is spent with my relatives to my mother, which is even hell better and more fun.. Laughter and jokes flirt all around the place.3rd day I mostly spend it home; sometimes I go out with friends, or even go alone to the club and buy myself a new book with the little 3edeya left ;) ;) ! ..
however, this year doesn't seem as fun as always! Due many reasons, mostly important : how sick my uncle turned out to be; Secondly for the pouring reports I am left to do plus the midterms that are about to destroy the little neural cells I have in my poor brain!!!!
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Yesterday: Unlike your expectations I didn’t blog. I don’t know why not, thought I had lots to say, but silence has been chosen.Today’s confession: I am not that strong as you think I am.
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mm.. walking today at 6:30 a.m. in the streets, while everybody still sleeping; filled me with a new feeling. Breathing the 1st morning’s fresh air made me believe I am as free as paino notes played by a lonely musician. And the lamp lights gazing at the cold whispering November breeze, made me thank God for living those peaceful moments as well as knowing they exist for me to cherish..*******
I’ve never ran out of words so far, But sometimes I feel words run away from me. I’d be sitting face-to-face with hundreds of words flying between us, thought nothing is heard spoken. Sometimes I’d wish to tear out the silence gap between us, but the oceans between the 2 shores are too far to be crossed.Sometimes, looks send what words can’t say..
See, this is what I mean; what am I saying after all :) !! Nonsence, unless you know!
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I just did this new quiz to discover my flower.
| I AM A Lily |
 You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist. People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you. You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words. Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize. |
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must be leaving, though I don’t want to. Must be heading some where though I want to stay. Isn’t it ridiculous? Doing what you don’t want because you have to?!Yet tell me, what’s not ridiculous after all apart from the moments we try to enjoy..
So Happy Feast, try to E.N.J.O.Y.!!
PS:
Of all the friends I've knew, I would like to thank Lomat *another radio friend from Alex; though I don't know if he'd reach out till here or not* for his patience with me last couple of days and his intense help in my studies. May ALLAH reward him all the best :)
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