December 2010
2010 is coming to an end. I made friends, lost some, gained respect and also have lost it along the way, laughed at all the good memories and cried at my worst, captured those kodak moments and burned those unforgettable ones. Now it's time to turn over a new leaf and welcome 2011 with a set of new year resolutions.
People don't tell you who you are. You tell them.
“Breakups, I’ve heard, are supposed to be just that. Breaks. Hard, clean breaks. No talking, no seeing, no touching … keep your hands to yourself. The relationship is over. Half the people I know move after a huge breakup, and frankly that makes perfect sense to me. You’re not supposed to sleep with the guy who just broke your heart a week ago. Fine. Next time I’m in this situation I’ll cry. Stay in bed and wail. Go to the gym if I can. Call all my friends and burden them with my misery. Sleep too much. Cry some more. See my therapist more often. Get a puppy. Do whatever I have to so eventually I can move on.”
—Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo (He’s Just Not That Into You, 2004)
When school starts again...
- fucked up sleeping schedule
- ugly handwriting forever
- waking up so freaking early
- forgot there’s hw/projects due
- seeing the bitches you hate @ school
- stupid teachers who gives you too much work
- homework all day
- same shit, different day.
Some people are already in 2011.. I'm still chillin in 2010 bitches
I’m 6 hours late here in Cairo, so.. :))
people born in 1993-1999 have lived in two decades, two centuries, and two millenniums, and we're not even 18 yet.
Sure, 2010 wasn't the greatest year for you. There were heartbreaks. There were smiles. Memories were created, some you will never forget. You smiled, you cried. You have grown. You have become smarter. You have learned from your mistakes. You hurt yourself. You cried because of the truth. You laughed. You loved. Whatever you did in 2010, it has already happened. You have learned this year, and make 2011 better than 2010.
“I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.”
—Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)
What I wish the boys at my school looked like
what they actually look like
Unexpected graded recitation...
I go to school like:
All of us are like this inside the room and expecting for the professor to be absent:
But our professor arrived already and I was:
And then she announced that we’ll be having a graded recitation:
She’s looking for someone to answer her question and I look like:
Then she called me and I pretended to know the answer so I look like:
Luckily, I got the answer right!
All my friends are like:
That awkward moment when you see that one of your friends copies and does everything that you do.
and you just wanna be like…
OH MY GOD I HATE THAT BITCH!
I'm the happiest girl on earth as of the moment! :)
This evening, I went shopping with my mom at H&M, City Stars. She spent.. way too much for me to post here. =)) I was in euphoria already - I mean seriously, all those clothes make me a happy bunny! I had this huge smile plastered on my face when we entered H&M, while we were shopping at H&M, and after we shopped at H&M. :)) Fine, call me a materialistic girl if you wish, but what made me the happiest tonight wasn’t the shopping we did..
I didn’t think that those 3 words made up of 8 letters could still make a huge positive impact on me. I really didn’t. I thought they lost their magic a long time ago. Guess what, though.. I was wrong. The magic still works. In fact, the magic fucking works even better than they ever fucking did. Right now, I’m unbelievably and incandescently happy. Thank You, God. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but THANK YOU. :’)
