Back to school

I am back in the States, school has started a week ago, and I already have two projects due next week. I’ve been looking at my blog, trying to remember, or actually figure out why I’ve gotten so lazy. First it was twitter,  I thought since I was on twitter it would be ok not to blog for a while. Then even twitter I got bored of, partly because I didn’t have any internet on my iPhone in Kuwait. The thing is, it is ok not to post often, since we make blogs to write whenever we get the urge no? There is no deadline or due date. No grades or pressure.

But I do feel guilty. I do feel lazy. I do feel like oh man it’s been such a long time since I blogged, and that sucks.  What am I to do? Help.

The weather is starting to get colder here, and fasting is interesting because you are alone and futoor is just a donut or a milkshake mid class.

Thank you

Chris, for making my day, every day.

Mom, for putting up with my irresponsibility and craziness.

Sarah, for always being there for me, always.

My family member, for showing no sympathy. And constantly complaining.

My ex, for many things, mainly, for showing me what real men are not.

My heart, for making it so hard to forget.

And my readers, who don’t complain of absence.

I love you all.

The heart of life

Every now and then, I have the pleasure of stumbling upon a string of words  that linger in my head for quite some time. They form a shape, colour, size and smell in my head. And definitely a sound. And it is to my friend, that I owe this stumbling upon, for his girlfriend, which I have not seen, who practically does live at the far end of this world, left him a message somewhere public.

She began by complaining, telling him that she wished he was there with there. And then proceeded to tell him, that she got drenched in the rain, trying to wash her clothes today by the stream. She did not stop, but continued to wash her colourful items, vigorously, until bubbles had formed. It was then the sky decided to stop raining, and sunlight gave way to a rainbow.

Bubbles, rainbows, detergent. Three of my favourite things.

I was surprised to read what she said next.

” I miss your beautiful face, your lovely glasses, and those strands of hair that always get in the way.”

I looked at him and smiled that day. I had never looked at him before. He always seems so sad. His girl made my day.

I offered him my lunch, which I claimed having no time for, to which he took without any hesitation. He told me that he was missing his girlfriend’s cooking and my wrapped delicacy actually resembled it.

Finally

I am back. I am home. I am in Kuwait. 

 

yay <3