It's a Conspiracy!

So as i got to listen to my cousins overseas talk about all the great stuff they would be doing on Eid, i did an internal frown. When they asked what i would be doing, I gave out a fake laugh while saying "giving a presentation at school. "

It just so happened that the week which Eid fell on was my busiest week of school yet. 3 papers and a presentation, lovely.

I did have my Eid though on the night before Eid, if that makes any sense. hmmm

A couple of friends and myself came together on Eid Eve? and since we were fasting we decided, hey lets cook and eat together. which we did. The cooking took all day, i cut my middle finger wide open, and we kept on finding out we were missing some kitchen utensials, asked a random girl in the apartment building if she had it and had to wait nearly 20 minutes after Maghrib to actually start eating since the food wasn't done. But, we did have the most epic game of truth or dare! The sort where your friend is forced to run around screaming at the top of her lungs that her stupid husband ran away. The kind in which your friend has to knock on some random persons door and sing them "twinkle, twinkle little star. " or where they knock on another persons' door asking if they can wash their dishes. That day pretty much made up for having to sit down and write papers on the day of Eid.

I also still think that it's a conspiracy, they so did it on purpose, making me miss Eid like that.

Chicken anyone? 

what did you do on Eid? 

Waking up in the morning feeling like...

Waking up in the morning feeling like.... a giant bruise.
So the other day i started taking a womans' self-defense class, and I'm so glad i did.
It's such an empowering feeling, not to mention every woman should know what to do if put in an unpleasant situation.

Yeaaaa, it's true that when your in a given situation where you need to defend yourself things never play out like when you studied them or practiced them, but at least you'll have some tools to work with, and that counts.

So starting the class, it made me realize how much i need to exercise. I stretched my bodies in ways i never knew possible, and it's painful in joints that i never knew could hurt.

An interesting experience.

I was surprised though, when speaking to some of my friends they just laughed. For the guys it went something along the lines of " there are guys to protect you, why do you need that for anyways." " when you're in that situation all you're going to be able to do is scream." which just made me roll my eyes. To me what was even more surprising  was when the girls said they don't need it cause they "have a whistle!!!"

So I'll definitely be continuing these classes. Maybe start a martial arts course.

wooooot body bruises here i come.

dreams

I love the fact that one little thing that you succeed in and didn't expect to can motivate you to do so much more. 


I absolutely LOVE it! 


It just goes to show you that it's all in your mind, what you can and can't do. 
Just the other day someone told me, that to make your dreams come true you need to wake up first. 
How true is that. 

I love falll!

ahhh smells so freshh!!! um that's the sewers.

I wish we could capture smells the way we capture pictures.
you know, if we could pull em up whenever we want and take a whif.

Ahh life would be so much easier. I think i learned somewhere before that the strongest link with memory is the sense of smell. Tell me about it!
 
I miss Egypt so much to the extent that when i go down this street near university campus with all the restaurants and food vendors the aromas overwhelms me and my mind just turns into time-warp back to Egypt.

If I'm walking and i get a whif of the sewers you can bet you that i'm gonna start missing Egypt ( My mom just told that this is rude to say, and will insult Egyptians... really though if it insults them, who are they kidding! we all know what Cairo smells like.)

The short of the story is...I want to go to Egypt!

The End.

Excited about riding the bus...Omg don't call me lame

Riding the bus for the first time, so I'm sitting here, kind of nervous. I know it's only the bus, but I'm still excited. 
Although I'm starting to think maybe its not a good idea anymore. maybe right now was not the best time. Who tries out the bus for their first time on a Sunday night and on the last running bus for the day? getting lost at night, well i guess it could be an adventure. Haha. Not. 
I hope my phone is charged and for the record, I'm wearing some very uncomfortable flip-flops. I better get home tonight all in one piece, just so i don't have to listen to my mom say " I told you so." but then again if i don't come home all in one piece I really don't think my mom will be doing in rubbing in my face, cause that's just not nice. 
 So I'm sitting here at the bus stop, it's been a while i thought the bus would come earlier but i don't mind much. I get to see the sun set and with the fall leaves, It's beautiful. Haven't had time to do that in a while. 
so here comes the bus

Wish me luck!

Pink is the new...Pink!

I had so much to write about, all these posts that were on my mind, but i had mid-terms and after i was done....i pretty  much forgot what it was i wanted to write about hmmmm. Isn't it weird how during mid-terms we have all these things we want to do, i kid you not, i get urges to clean my room and clean the house! I know it's crazy!

so today was Pink Hijab Day since its Breast Cancer Awareness month. My professor actually after class came up to me and asked if it was pink hijab day since i was wearing a pink hijab. I got overly excited :p

so who wore a pink Hijab?

Dear Political Thinkers Professor, I hate you!

You thought you were so cool, handing us that one sheet of paper, giving us hope that maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all, only to see the instructions saying to write an essay for each of the posed questions.

3 Hours.

On butt-numbing seats. You are so cruel.
I hate you.

Those questions weren't any questions. I fail to see how they even related to the course.
yes, I recognized the Name of Marx, Hobbes, Rousseau, Machiavelli, and Nietzsche in there. That was about all i recognized.

When you told us to make sure we knew how to spell these political thinkers' names, it made me feel that maybe this was a significant tip for the exam, and i took it to heart. oh and did i.

You were there each class at 8:30 in the freakin morning, with your too perky smile and excitement for such a time. and you would talk about Machiavelli like he was your homeboy.

 I totally get that it is necessary for a leader to totally crush their enemy, and that a viper crushed beneath your foot but left alive, will rear up and bite you with a double dose of venom. Machiavelli was the shiznet.

I almost felt a bond with Rousseau when he spoke of the evils of  theater and the mixing of men and women, i almost felt like it was my parents yelling at me, you know.

Marx totally urged me to go and revolution it up in Egypt, Nietzsche cracked me up with his statements of humans being their own God. Cause cotton candy was no human invention. It was purely the work of miracles, angels and all things Godly.

Despite all that, and more you decided to torture us with your nearing on gibberish exam. I came out of there with nightmares. I was scarred for life! It was worse than being made to eat your vegetables while sugarcoating it with mustard. Lots worse.



Love,

Your now-corrupted-ex-student