Thoughts

• Mansaf for the fourth day. If it wasn't so good, I'd probably mind, but seriously it's so good. For your future occasions, hopefully happy ones, order from Deeretna. Not Jabri, Jabri sucks. Deeretna is heavenly. Guaranteed post-mansaf coma every single time.
  

• Yesterday was the last day at the 3aza. I must have passively smoked the equivalent of 9 cigarette packs. Combined with the Mansaf and the no fastwalking for the past week, this can't be healthy.

• Today I had one of my makeup exams, seeing as I missed two. It was, umm, interesting? Out of maybe 20 multiple choice questions, I figured out what, 3? I tried to study but I couldn't, I even woke up at 5 to study but somehow ended up watching "how i met your mother". Anyway, I have another exam on Saturday and the last one on Sunday. Then I'll hibernate.
  

• I never thought of myself as a family person, but I really loved the unity I witnessed during the last couple of days, not just from family members, but everyone. I think I'm actually appreciating our traditions after all, aside from the fact that the whole thing, as in dying, costs a freaking fortune. But really, the all people coming together part I like.

• If I don't tweet, I facebook. If I don't facebook, I blog. Some urge within me compels me to send my thoughts into the virtual world, one way or another.

Rest in Peace Teta

If ever two people were in love, it would have to be my grandparents. My grampa says their parents decided they were meant for each other since they were kids, I mean their names really were Farhan and Farha. I have never seen a man more in love with his wife. Every morning, he wakes up at 5, brews his special turkish coffee, cuts fresh flowers from our garden, puts them in a small vase and brings them with the coffee to my grandma.

We all live in the same building, and I remember when I was young my mom would leave me downstairs when she went to work. I remember she would teach me these old songs she learned from her childhood, and then I would stand next to her in the kitchen as she cooked and after lunch I would sleep next to her as she took her sacred nap.

Saturday night she suffered a brain hemorrhage and passed away. She had suffered strokes in the past, but for the last 2 months she got so much better, she really was back to her old self.

My grandfather is in disbelief.

"After 59 years of marriage, I can't not see her. How could you go and leave me ya Far7a?" he says with tears in his eyes. He tells us how she kissed him 5 times after he shaved on Saturday. He requested they reserve a grave for him next to her.


Rest in peace ya Teta.

New Year Resolutions

Got any?

Dear GJU

First of all, merry Christmas. You sure made it a wonderful Christmas and a Friday for all those students who woke up at 6 AM to refresh your stupid registration page because you never have the decency to actually start the registration on time, and if a student just happens to believe you and open the site at the time you said you would, oops, all sections are closed.

So again thank you so much for your consideration and decency, and again, have a very merry Christmas.

Sincerely,
Farah

at the uni

*5orma, Farah and Sade sitting in the soft area in building B. 5orma ditched Statistics (ok apparently ra7 ye7dar), Sade ditched German (Deutsch) (cuz Farah promised to buy him Candy and he is a naive child), and Farah (cuz I'm too cool I speak in the third person) ditched OR because the lecture is in building D and building D is freezing cold so I just ditched.

Ok 5orma left.


-Haaai Sade.

-Candy?

-Kein Geld

-*censored*

Ok I'm off to show Twitter to Sade.

Farah, GJU, Al Jazeera, Moskoooooo

i think i think...

I may end up as the crazy old lady throwing cats at children down the street....



I mean think about it, I like cats (well not obsessively for now and I hate kids.

That was supposed to be funny btw, HINT HINT.

So I saw Valkyrie today. It's a pretty good movie. And I got Inglorious Bastards to watch. I never had such an urge to speak German. I kinda like German. It gives a sense of professionalism. Or it just scares people. Both ways, it works for me :D

And I HATE driving on Thursdays. It's frustrating I swear...

Ya I'm gonna go.

Pic of the week

Raping our childhood