POSTING FROM PARIS

THE KEYBOARD IS SO STRANGE, I CAN ONLY WRITE IN CAPS, AND DONT BLAME ME FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES!!

WEATHER IS GREAT, SHOPPING IS GREATER............

MISSED READING YOUR BLOGS BLOGGERS.

BACK IN NOT VERY LONG TIME.

ALIA (I HATE MY NAME IN CAPS)...

Finally Out of here

Won`t be posting for a couple of weeks - as if its something new! Its time to get out if this mess, finally Zurich here comes ana..

alia..

Sorry Bella must break some rules

considering my circumstances am going to give myslef an exception. I`ll write 10 things about myself instead of 20. And while half of whom i know have already been tagged and the other half stopped tagging, i won`t be able to tag anyone!
so back to the subject, here comes ana:

1- Love Paris, Cannes and like Richonne.
2- Love shopping, speacially for shoes and rings.
3- hait onions.
4- Lova pastas, Nutella and Oreo.
5- Love reading.
6- Only book I`ve cried while reading is ''P.S I Love You''.
7- Generous.
8- Wish to be a mother to a baby girl one day.
9- Wish ot fly.
10- Wish to pierce the lower side of my mouth but mom won`t let me (i might thank her one day), i guess i WILL thank her one day!


OK now you know me..

A Long Post Describing A Long Experience

It started when I opened my drawer to get a watch before going out yesterday. Thats when i noticed one of my watches was missing, and it was one of my beloved watche. First thing i did is looking in my bags. Nothing. Then I opened the drawer again. The watch is missing. Its a reality! thats when the world began spinning around me. I looked in my room, in the other drawers, under the bed, in the bathroom, in the bathroom`s drawers, in the college`s bags (althoug i didn`t use them since before the exams) but there was nothing. I rushed to my mother`s room and asked her if she saw it. "No," she aswered, "i don`t remember the last time you wore it." Oh My God. I went back to my room and looked in the drawer again, the drawres below it. i even looked in the chocolate box that have been in my room for two days (I mean maybe. Who knows what i was thinking!). My brother often comes to my room to use some of my things. So it accured to me that he might be playing some game on me. The day befor he was feeling sleepy and i told him that there is a plastic bag in my dressing room filled with boxes of instant coffee, so maybe thats when he took the watch! I went to his room and asked him what kind of coffee he took (thought i would drag him to blow), he didn`t take any. He didn`t enter the room. Who took it! I want my watch. I love my watch. Its comfortable, its nice, its practicale, its BLACK (its the one i always wear in college if any of my colleagues is reading this). I want my watch.
I had to go out, but when i came back home the searching mission started again. This time i took out all the pants i wore the last couple of weeks and checked all the pockets.. Nothing.. When i felt tired, i sat infront of the T.V. sipping water from my bottle and decided to leave the matter to God. After al Fajer prayer and after my pre-going to bed rituals i thought about checking my tops, i don`t remember any of them having a pocket but who knows? Thats when i found a baby blue one with a tiny miny pocket. and when i put my hand in it... its there my watch.. i found my watch... i kissed it.. kissed it everywhere wore it and prayed two rak`as thanking God.
That night i slept wearing my watch, and its something i never do..