What a day, darling !
I think that prince is luckier than me sleeping in your arms.
You became so attractive, did I tell you so?
Yes, yes, yes.. I know I did, so I should stop repeating it.
I wanted to ask you if the weather was sunny today, over there.
Actually, there is no need to reply my question. We’ll be together in the summer and it will be really sunny.
By the way, will we need to move to another city to go to the sea?
Bad idea. Lets forget about the sea then. The bridge there is more interesting.
I miss you big.
You don’t believe me! Come on, come on, come on.
Who told you that I got a new boyfriend?
Oh no, darling! That one you are talking about is my small bear that I sleep with.
(laughs) (laughs).
Oh my god! You still have the same laugh of a shy guy.
Anyhow, I know the naughty one you are.
My training is between the 13th June and the 27th July. I wish it could end before.
I forgot to tell you that I got the worst mark en English. Funny isn’t it?
Don’t blame me! I know you taught me well, but the teacher is stupid and I can’t manage it.
Lets change the topic and talk about a less depressing thing from those happening to me during my day.
I think of you every second.
I think that… I think that my mind, my heart and my feelings integrate you in each one of the actions of my day.
I find it so sweet to try to see the world, after a tiring long hard day, through your eyes.
I don’t doubt that if we were together right now, I would have found the courage for my DELE exam.
I would have met the faith making me stand up after every hard and painful step.
You make me dream while I make you smile and between the friendship and the passion, I got lost many times.
I won’t make of the present situation a big deal, just like the subject of you master degree which started by: diffusion of ..of an acid.
I don’t even remember its name. civil engineers, you are unique all over the world.
As long as I go, I wish that we keep representing for each other a nice memory, full of all the beautiful things that we shared.
For you, for me, for what used to be our common dream, I dedicate these words that I sincerely hope won’t be erased by time.
It is 9:45pm, I offer you 15min of extra sleeping tonight.
Ooppps, I forgot to remind you that I still don’t like your curtains. Change them!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A conversation
Life seems quit strange, now that you don’t belong to it
Uf! Telling you about my daily life here isn’t something pleasing, because you simply don’t appear in any moment of it.
I wonder sometimes it the Mediterranean sea separating our two continents makes you feel how big I miss you.
So do you really feel it? ………
Well, lets forget about the question, I already know that between the streets, the museums, the churches and the mosques there around you, you can hardly get few seconds to remember my words.
However, I wonder if I should doubt that even the brightening color of the water under our favorite bridge, on the left side of the map also doesn’t give my smile any chance to enter quickly your thoughts of the day.
I hate cats; do you still have that lazy one? I really don’t hope so. I don’t hide from you that I prefer to be jealous from a human being.
Prince, prince, prince….when will we move to talk about princesses, or may be some less complicated words just like: sweets, roses……. Or may be flowers.
I really like this word, don’t you?
Oh yes, It makes you think about women.
Women, women, women, women… can anyone correct the grammar mistake in this sentence?
By the way, once the mistake corrected, don’t forget to tell me who is the woman kicking out of your life all women..
Darling, I am still the same talkative one. What about you? Do you still sleeping early.
Oh no! it can’t be!
Reasons to be happy for exist: you favorite color is still the green one?
Great, because me too, I love it.
I was walking last week in the street and I stopped at a small shop close to my house, it was selling mangos, and … oranges.
Yes, yes, yes, now you are asking me why I didn’t buy some.
Easy, I preferred to get myself some strawberries and pineapples.
Summer is a great season, I wish to eat some watermelon in it, and I wish to see some books of civil engineering.
May be I would like also to listen to someone speaking a new language that I don’t know.
I wish the 27th of july will come quickly so that I finish with school and can take the plane.
But I am afraid of the European Union. It already made hard for me to visit Spain and Greece.
Keep away from it! My dream is still Asian.
Yes, yes, yes. you feel sleepy! I told you, you didn’t change. It is 10pm. Your time to sleep
With the sweetest words on this earth, I wish you good night
Uf! Telling you about my daily life here isn’t something pleasing, because you simply don’t appear in any moment of it.
I wonder sometimes it the Mediterranean sea separating our two continents makes you feel how big I miss you.
So do you really feel it? ………
Well, lets forget about the question, I already know that between the streets, the museums, the churches and the mosques there around you, you can hardly get few seconds to remember my words.
However, I wonder if I should doubt that even the brightening color of the water under our favorite bridge, on the left side of the map also doesn’t give my smile any chance to enter quickly your thoughts of the day.
I hate cats; do you still have that lazy one? I really don’t hope so. I don’t hide from you that I prefer to be jealous from a human being.
Prince, prince, prince….when will we move to talk about princesses, or may be some less complicated words just like: sweets, roses……. Or may be flowers.
I really like this word, don’t you?
Oh yes, It makes you think about women.
Women, women, women, women… can anyone correct the grammar mistake in this sentence?
By the way, once the mistake corrected, don’t forget to tell me who is the woman kicking out of your life all women..
Darling, I am still the same talkative one. What about you? Do you still sleeping early.
Oh no! it can’t be!
Reasons to be happy for exist: you favorite color is still the green one?
Great, because me too, I love it.
I was walking last week in the street and I stopped at a small shop close to my house, it was selling mangos, and … oranges.
Yes, yes, yes, now you are asking me why I didn’t buy some.
Easy, I preferred to get myself some strawberries and pineapples.
Summer is a great season, I wish to eat some watermelon in it, and I wish to see some books of civil engineering.
May be I would like also to listen to someone speaking a new language that I don’t know.
I wish the 27th of july will come quickly so that I finish with school and can take the plane.
But I am afraid of the European Union. It already made hard for me to visit Spain and Greece.
Keep away from it! My dream is still Asian.
Yes, yes, yes. you feel sleepy! I told you, you didn’t change. It is 10pm. Your time to sleep
With the sweetest words on this earth, I wish you good night
Friday, April 17, 2009
Esperar y esperar..
17/04/09
Memorias que debo olvidar (parte 2)
La vida es una guerra:
Pensar, reflexionar, analizar, luchar, creer y sobre todo saber esperar, algo que yo todavía no sé hacerlo.
En la clase de español, suelo empezar mis frases con una de las palabras que más expresan duda: “Yo creo...”
En el último correo que mi amigo David me envió, intentó explicarme que con el primer amor no guardamos el sentimiento eternal de haber conocido a la persona que más queremos sobre el planeta sino guardamos la sensación que provoca la primera experiencia.
De vez en cuando, tomo un ratito de mi tiempo libre para pensar.
El por qué de las cosas, algo que sigue volviéndome loca sin encontrar las respuestas a unas preguntas muy sencillas que no tienen nada que ver con la adivinanza de Einstein que ya solucioné hace mucho tiempo.
A veces, siento que odio gente pero al pensar de nuevo cuando veo unos y otros, no tengo ninguna sensación.
Siento también que hay gente que quiero muchísimo y que tendré en mi pensamiento y en mi corazón por el resto de mis días.
Este sentimiento me encanta, y me encanta con él la belleza del alma que hace que andes por la calle sonriendo mientras la gente te esta mirando como si fueras loco.
Y espero, con la poca esperanza que consigo encontrar, que lo que me dijo David fuera posible.
Introduciendo mis palabras con la misma forma; creo que el mejor ejemplo de un amor verdadero es lo de un niño a su madre y vise versa.
Aunque espero sin poder esperar, que algún día pueda cambiar mi manera de ver el mundo para poder, como dice David, enamorarme de nuevo, sigo pensando que mi madre es ahora el amor de mi vida que hace que mis ojos se abren por las mañanas.
El ser humano es complicado, y yo soy humana.
Por esa razón, mi humanidad me hace pedir cosas y esperar otras, como el fin de la guerra, la tranquilidad, el éxito, el desarrollo, y sobre todo la igualdad entre las personas.
Deseando esto, siento que no puedo esperar, y me parece que el tiempo esta andando sobre huevos.
En mi mundo, los cinco minutos de la prueba oral del examen del DELE intermedio ya son demasiado largas, y lo más duro, lo que cuesta más que esperar es llenar el tiempo para no tener que esperar, y llenarlo perfectamente.
Entre mis papeles, el montón de libros que debo leer, las lenguas que deseo aprender, y el restaurante que quiero abrir, espero que la vida en su largo camino me lleve algo diferente que hará que levantarme por la mañana valga la pena.
Algo que provocará los latidos de mi corazón para que pueda dar aunque sea la mitad de lo que tengo.
Esperando este día, os agradezco la lectura.
Special thanks for Phil who is translating my articles to understand them.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Judgement....
13 April 2009
We are still waiting. This time we are waiting differently because we know what we are waiting for.
We are waiting for him to open his eyes.
Finally, I could get some ideas for my exposition in Spanish.
Now that I remember it, I still didn’t meet Raquel. A girl spending some days here with my friend José, who I had to take out for walks.
Life is really tiring in this country. I can hardly manage it.
In 24 hours, I argued billion of times and it was always for meaningless reasons.
Sometimes I think that being idealist in such a mediocre world is a source of worries and misunderstood situations.
The last fight that I finished my day with was about my cooking courses, in which my uncle asked me to give to a cousin all my courses.
I know that explaining you such a simple thing won’t be easy, as you’ll be asking me: where is the problem in doing so.
My answer, even though, not that convincing is really obvious.
Any one preparing a career got secrets that make the difference between his job and the one done by others.
Cooking is my love and many people think that I’ll finish married to a kitchen.
I feel sometimes that I am alive for one and only one reason: learning well everything about cooking and giving the best of the best for this industry.
On of the bases of my religion is giving every single good thing you have and share it with people.
Of course, I don’t act oppositely to it, but I don’t think that everything can be shared, or at least, there are things that you can’t share with anyone just because you give them a huge importance while the shared one is just a member of a fun group of it.
And this is the situation in which I found myself today.
As a human being, I am sure that I commit a billion of mistakes daily.
However, I am sure of one more thing, my mistakes never affect anyone‘s feelings and I am proud of it.
I guess judgment isn’t an easy thing. That’s why people study law for long years and even after that, keeps needing some help and point of views to come to a final opinion concerning a specific situation.
I don’t think that I can allow myself to judge someone, no matter who he is.
But in the other side, I can judge myself comparing to what I live with, and this is my right and my total freedom.
It is the freedom that makes me say that I am not a good Spanish speaker but I am a good hotel manager.
The same thing happens in my daily life. And with the same logic, I judge that offers of jobs aren’t suitable, food is not tasty, brown is an awful color, summer is a hard season, analyzing projects is a boring module… etc
All is question of tastes and according to my tastes I judge that “x” or “y” is a suitable thing for me or isn’t.
Life is before everything a moderate behavior that we should have toward each others and as a Muslim I do strongly believe that the only one having the right to judge people is God and except him, to judge you should have the ability to accept that others behave same way with you.
We are still waiting. This time we are waiting differently because we know what we are waiting for.
We are waiting for him to open his eyes.
Finally, I could get some ideas for my exposition in Spanish.
Now that I remember it, I still didn’t meet Raquel. A girl spending some days here with my friend José, who I had to take out for walks.
Life is really tiring in this country. I can hardly manage it.
In 24 hours, I argued billion of times and it was always for meaningless reasons.
Sometimes I think that being idealist in such a mediocre world is a source of worries and misunderstood situations.
The last fight that I finished my day with was about my cooking courses, in which my uncle asked me to give to a cousin all my courses.
I know that explaining you such a simple thing won’t be easy, as you’ll be asking me: where is the problem in doing so.
My answer, even though, not that convincing is really obvious.
Any one preparing a career got secrets that make the difference between his job and the one done by others.
Cooking is my love and many people think that I’ll finish married to a kitchen.
I feel sometimes that I am alive for one and only one reason: learning well everything about cooking and giving the best of the best for this industry.
On of the bases of my religion is giving every single good thing you have and share it with people.
Of course, I don’t act oppositely to it, but I don’t think that everything can be shared, or at least, there are things that you can’t share with anyone just because you give them a huge importance while the shared one is just a member of a fun group of it.
And this is the situation in which I found myself today.
As a human being, I am sure that I commit a billion of mistakes daily.
However, I am sure of one more thing, my mistakes never affect anyone‘s feelings and I am proud of it.
I guess judgment isn’t an easy thing. That’s why people study law for long years and even after that, keeps needing some help and point of views to come to a final opinion concerning a specific situation.
I don’t think that I can allow myself to judge someone, no matter who he is.
But in the other side, I can judge myself comparing to what I live with, and this is my right and my total freedom.
It is the freedom that makes me say that I am not a good Spanish speaker but I am a good hotel manager.
The same thing happens in my daily life. And with the same logic, I judge that offers of jobs aren’t suitable, food is not tasty, brown is an awful color, summer is a hard season, analyzing projects is a boring module… etc
All is question of tastes and according to my tastes I judge that “x” or “y” is a suitable thing for me or isn’t.
Life is before everything a moderate behavior that we should have toward each others and as a Muslim I do strongly believe that the only one having the right to judge people is God and except him, to judge you should have the ability to accept that others behave same way with you.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Question of understanding...
11 April 2009
Bouteflika is our president for the third time.
I guess, it is a reason to laugh for, remembering my last article in which I put his pictures.
My days are still going on same way. I am trying to get ready for the cooking exam by preparing some recipes at home as much as I can.
In my Spanish class, I am preparing a small exposition about aggressiveness.
The inspiration isn’t coming to my mind these days and I wish that it won’t be the case when I’ll be taking the DELE exam next month.
In my last articles, which I wrote in Spanish and made my friend Phil translate them to understand what I was talking about, I mentioned many times my first love. Something that makes me think deeply and seriously in the kind of life I am having now without him.
I strongly believe that falling in love isn’t a mistake, but living with its marks is.
Many people think that if I wasn’t a hotel manager, I would surely be an architect or a psychologist.
And I won’t hide from you that the second one is quit interesting for the idealist one I am.
In my last article, I introduced this subject talking about my friend who divorced and is already living a new love story, something that my mind can hardly understand and I assure you that it is not because of the lack of my intelligence but because it is weird.
I thought of stopping the publication of articles, as I can hardly make people understand the right way what I really want to say.
Same misunderstanding happens to me with my teachers of Spanish.
I guess that speaking a different language is not the problem, but translating the ideas from one culture to another one usually take us directly into deep conflicts that we aren’t looking for.
The last comment that my teacher of Spanish, José, made during the class was:”if you want to speak Spanish, you got to study it, go to Spain, fall in love with Spanish, and marry him to finish having Spanish children. At that time you can say that you are finally able to speak it just like me”
I smiled at him words and remembered one of the emails that my friend Phil sent me few months ago, in which he told me about someone he knew there who learnt very well English to understand the lady he was married to.
With the same smile, an intern voice inside me said:”ok Zahra, at least you are sure of learning Turkish very well in the coming 5years”
Bouteflika is our president for the third time.
I guess, it is a reason to laugh for, remembering my last article in which I put his pictures.
My days are still going on same way. I am trying to get ready for the cooking exam by preparing some recipes at home as much as I can.
In my Spanish class, I am preparing a small exposition about aggressiveness.
The inspiration isn’t coming to my mind these days and I wish that it won’t be the case when I’ll be taking the DELE exam next month.
In my last articles, which I wrote in Spanish and made my friend Phil translate them to understand what I was talking about, I mentioned many times my first love. Something that makes me think deeply and seriously in the kind of life I am having now without him.
I strongly believe that falling in love isn’t a mistake, but living with its marks is.
Many people think that if I wasn’t a hotel manager, I would surely be an architect or a psychologist.
And I won’t hide from you that the second one is quit interesting for the idealist one I am.
In my last article, I introduced this subject talking about my friend who divorced and is already living a new love story, something that my mind can hardly understand and I assure you that it is not because of the lack of my intelligence but because it is weird.
I thought of stopping the publication of articles, as I can hardly make people understand the right way what I really want to say.
Same misunderstanding happens to me with my teachers of Spanish.
I guess that speaking a different language is not the problem, but translating the ideas from one culture to another one usually take us directly into deep conflicts that we aren’t looking for.
The last comment that my teacher of Spanish, José, made during the class was:”if you want to speak Spanish, you got to study it, go to Spain, fall in love with Spanish, and marry him to finish having Spanish children. At that time you can say that you are finally able to speak it just like me”
I smiled at him words and remembered one of the emails that my friend Phil sent me few months ago, in which he told me about someone he knew there who learnt very well English to understand the lady he was married to.
With the same smile, an intern voice inside me said:”ok Zahra, at least you are sure of learning Turkish very well in the coming 5years”
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Who is the next president?
09/04/2009The presidential elections.
In this picture, Bouteflika the last president is trying to use all the possible advertissement to win.
The problem is that there is no need for that.
He is already the winner!!!
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