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Epic!

Darling bloggers,
Today Jan 26 marks the day I finished the last of my exams in my bachelor year. I've officially finished the ever so looooooooooooong journey of my education. From now on everything I study/learn will be exactly my choice. No one will dictate the subjects I'll study. That alone is fucking epic. I'm having an epiphany.
I feel free. It's the end but not the end of the world. It's a beginning of another life. I'm no longer a student! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
Till graduation day comes =D
Sincerely,
An ex-student

It's a revolution!

El Tahrir sqaure.

Thousands and thousands of angry Egyptians. True Egyptians. Trying to voice their demands, their rights in a having a good life in an un-just system ruled country. They may get beaten, they may get hurt, they may get arrested. Among them are under paid workers, among them are students who should be studying for exams, among them women, mothers and daughters standing up like a hundred man each. The change is between our hands. The change is us.
Ya Rab Insorna!
P.S My man is there..And I can't get more proud of him at the moment..oh wait! Yes I can.

My guy

He's not perfect but he is..in his own way. All smiles and jokes and one cute dimple. Deep light brown eyes and heavy burden upon his shoulders. His tough side with a leather jacket and a speedy motorcycle that screams power. His care and his love in a kiss on the back of my hand. His warm heart and gentle touch. His voice and the stubble upon his face. The tiny dark freckle on his neck. His strong arms which aren't the only indicator that he could protect me. And everything else about him. I see his beauty and I see his beast, I tame it down with gentle words and all the love I have for him in a hug. I want more. And I have more..more to give..more to get..more to add to life for my guy, my lover, my protector, my half of me.
And I want all that..the smiles with the frowns and scowls, the good, the bad and the ugly.
And I wish he would turn to me, not turn away.
And I'm trying to be stronger for him and fight his bad side as long as my bad side.
And I'm still discovering what love is after all.

Another Favorite Quote.

"As a general rule, I had learned years ago that people fucking sucked. It was a rule I lived by. If you don’t get close to people, the assholes of the world can’t fuck you over, and in return you can’t hurt the nicer people who don’t deserve it."
From Wide Awake

An experience to write about :)

Yesterday..was great. Yesterday was my animation exam..it was the most stressful/mind wrecking..I barely finished on time. We all felt like we're running in a marathon. It rained showers..washing everything in Cairo. El Zamalik was drenched by the time we finished. Streets smelled of wet asphalt and soil. A friend gave me a ride home (I'm very grateful to her). I went out with my dad and it had been months maybe since I last gone out with him. I had my simple makeup on and wore my high heeled boots. I was very content and for the first time ever I started noticing/seeing my father. The first man in my life. I watched him talk and listened. I absorbed every thing he said. Normally I'd listen and never watch him talk, like never look at him while he talks..and I speak to him but never look at him while I speak. But last night I saw. Everything, like the wet streets, the nile, even the people passing by. Our talk was simple, so much like him and I. He asked me about M and I asked about his work. He talked about the traffic and I listened..I talked about cars and he listened. I came home with a warm pizza, ate it with Mom and Nora. Last night's events keep playing in head over and over, just like the song in my playlist I'm now listening to and too busy with writing to change it.
When was the last time you saw? Like really saw or really listened? to someone or something? When was the last time you wondered about something? When was the last time you felt something?
I see my father everyday but never look at him. He drives me to college everyday but we're quiet, he talks to me and my favorite was hmmm. I'm glad I realized this before it's too late.
I'm more than happy with the 2 hours I spent with my father alone. I was more than happy when I clung to his elbow while walking and I'm 21 and he's still the one who helps me walk and there to catch me falling..I was more than happy to see him laugh/smile. I'm more than happy and proud to be his daughter and be so much like him.
I love you , Baba

When we two parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this. 

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow 
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame. 

They name thee before me,
A knell in mine ear;
A shudder come o'er me 
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well: 
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell. 

In secret we met -
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee? 
With silence and tears.
By Lord Byron

A Life Lesson In A Few Lines

"Never make the mistake of hating somebody because they believe something different from you. By all means dislike them because they vent this belief rudely or violently, because they pull themselves up by pushing others down…but if you hate them simply because they don’t agree with you then you have committed the cardinal sin- the arrogant belief that you are somehow blessed with a monopoly ontruth.”–Michael Stipe”

What I'll miss

I've been wanting to write a note about the things I'll miss in the people I love and care about..in case I died or they died (b3d el shar) or because (insert some lame excuse here) 7asal or kaza kaza 7asal..El mohm I feel that a certain person needs to know certain things. And I'm not good with talking and expressing feelings and I'm always safe in my hiding. So;
I'll miss a certain laugh..it's what i love the most. I hear it and feel how free it sounds. I'll miss hearing it on a bad joke I said.
I'll miss the hugs, the kisses and the painful arm pinches.
I'll miss hearing about the view of life, the contradictions, the dreams and the goals.
I'll miss the support and wake up call when I'm not right about certain stuff.
I'll miss tahyees el mo7adrat wel tarya2a 3la el doctors w el mo3eedeen.
I'll miss the name when i can't find it on my recent dialed or recent received / missed calls.
I'll miss the wall posts, photo comments or even likes on anything.
I'll miss hearing my nicknames..even the weird ones..anything but my full name.
I'll miss the creativity and the inspiration mixed with wildness and personal style.
I'll miss a friend.
I'll regret not trying. I'll regret blaming it on the other person and playing victim. I'll regret happy memories cause I wouldn't be able to make new ones. I'll regret pretending that I don't miss that person.
FULL STOP.

El 7amdollah!

This week has been hard..with the stressful exams and M being away. I miss reading. I've put some books on my "waiting to find time to read list". I've finally recovered from a bad flu. My exam today was 9 hours long ughhhhhhh! tomorrow will be the same 9 hours *sigh*..Bas I'm happy el 7amdollah!
I wanna read wide awake..for the third time. I'm addicted to that one. Off to rest.
Peace out!

Exams' season!

I'm starting my final exams next week, I'm stressing out already. I'm scared about the grades. Every eye is on me, watching me, judging me. Mom and Dad want me to pass and graduate, M and his family want the ta2deer. I'm tired of living up to everybody's expectations.. not mine!! I'm doing my best to focus on me. Rabna yesa3dni b2a.