Will I see you waiting for me on the corner of the street?

I’m not going to study today.
I won’t. I know I planned to but no.

I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my sad excuse of an island and I miss feeling comfortable with who I’m around.

I miss laying in bed early in the morning and listening to my mom fuss around in the mini kitchen next door.

I miss being scolded by zee for never being able to finish a meal.

I miss knowing it’s okay to be me.

I miss Fifi’s disgusted look.

I miss my blue room.

I miss Anfal’s random sleepovers.

I miss Zee’s room.

I miss not feeling guilty for taking a long shower.

I miss Fifi’s mom’s pizza.

I miss having to tell Yasmeen to turn it down.

I miss random visits to Farah’s house, after which I’d go home feeling sick from all the junk food I had consumed.

I miss Noor’s stupid painful laugh.

I miss dad’s surprising proud looks.

I miss controversial discussions in Nana’s house.

I miss walking to the barada holding Sara’s tiny hand.

I miss being cramped in a car with my 50 cousins.

I miss ice cream 8ur9an.

I miss driving around with Anfal with the windows rolled down.

I miss the sound Yasmeen makes when she drinks chay 7aleeb.

I miss karting with Najat and the stupid painful bruises that came along with the accidents.

I miss perverted discussions in Fa6oom’s car.

I miss eating na3na3 without tea.

I miss weddings of all things.

I miss baba ameen.

I miss making lame videos with Zee.

For heaven’s sake I miss Seef Mall.

-end.

tell the whole world to dance with me (8)

Song of the day: This providence – My beautiful rescue

I did something bad.

“N, I need coins for laundry…” My voice trailed off as she jumped and quickly, too quickly, minimized a window she had open on her laptop.
“I don’t have change” She responded, trying to act cool.
“What did you just minimize?” I shot at her.
“Nothing.” She gave me a challenging look.
“Aha. Hey, what’s your blog address? You never gave it to me” I followed my hunch.
“I’m not going to give it to you”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
I glared at her.
She glared back.
“Fine.”

I stomped back to my room, forgetting about the piles of dirty clothes on the living room floor ( divided into whites and coloured =D), flipped open my laptop and began the mission of hunting down her blog.

That was what? Last week? I GAVE UP. How is it that I just randomly stumbled upon it today?
I am crippled with guilt. Once I read a little and connected the dots I knew it was her that typed up the posts and I couldn’t stop after that, I had to read every friggin word posted on that stupid webpage. I didn’t expect it to be this open, this…mushy. I just thought it would be a story, like all the other Bahraini bloggers these days, but it was more than that.

-guilt-
In other news:
I have mentally stack-piled the assignments I’m supposed to be working on this term at the back of my head and it seems like I’m going to leave them there for a while.

I have renewed my addiction to Coco Pops

I’m on the verge of being flat broke again.

…and I’m late for class…

BYE!