The big bike day :)

Today my dad bought me a new bike, a RED peugeot bike:))), we went riding for abt an hour and a half it was really nice...
we went back home expecting a bigger bike.. a motor bike :))
"el 3arousa" arrived at 1:30am we paid the guy and drove till 4 am :))
my god that was one hell of a day!
although it was best for me and my future to stay at home and study... but oh my god that is a one moment i couldnt hv missed!
i can catch up on my studying better after enjoying that one in a million year moment, (my first time to ride a motorcycle and my fathers first time too, since he was 13!)
the roads were very tempting to keep us going so unbelivably empty, the weather was nice and chilly and every time we'd decide to go back home we'd go "errrmmm.. naaah lets ride a little bit more!" :) we decided to go cilantro st 9 to celebrate, midnight ppl look different and much more intresting there... i saw the vocalist in cairokee i dont knw his name but he was there man!! oo oooo oooooo at that very minute i remembered cindy and that if she was there with me she wudve attempted to go and say hi and maybe take a picture with him :)))
Today is the BIG BIKE day :)

no mint, no sugar :) good company.

Today was a strangely flexible day. although it took me an hr and a half to get from maadi to mohandessin, i mean come on i would've made it from Cairo to Ein el sokhna in that time.. ironic!

On the road,
But still life is fair. in return i got to ride in a new comfy Hyundai Verna taxi, with a sweet driver and a CD player, he had some crappy music on at first then i asked him if he wouldn't mind to change it and he gave me a couple of Cd's to choose from.. tamer hosny.. ihab tawfee2.. shereen.. asala.. amr diab... pop mix and om kolthoom... it was 4:20pm the sun was warm, we were driving on the kornish and i can see many palms far at the horizon, so it felt like an om kolthum moment that i just couldn't resist... Mohammad Sha3ban (the 50 year old driver from Gena upper Egypt) kindly turned on om kolthum for me... the sound was perfect the weather was perfect, the traffic started to increase but with "el sett" playin in the afternoon, u would feel completely numb if it was all the traffic in the world ur stuck in. it was a magical hour, it always is at that time of day...

At Cindy's,
it was mostly silent, she did most of the talking i would respond, she seemed to run out of things to say and this is when it gets all awkward, i fear that she might think I'm holding back or am hiding things and that am not sharing and opening up, but simply i was never the narrator!
i mostly respond... don't know if that's good or bad...

she kindly made me green tea without mint:) and she bought me 2 swiss rolls, and she made me beleela bs she forgot to boil the sugar in with it so the milk was sweet and the beleela was... but effort appreciated.
i spent 5 mins with Yasmeen and Habiba in the same room with the door shut, these 5 mins were capable of making me feel that ohhh my god i should go buy myself a coffin right away and get ready to die, but amazingly they did that in a comic kinda way!
The three sisters are a completion of each other, they complete each other in such a harmonical funny hysterical way, they are like "ya 3in ya leil", whatever that means :)) there simply amazing!

Mahmoud... my friend whether he likes it or not, he IS! he's my buddy, howa ahh 2alesh and somtimes he's a pain in the bagoonies but that's wut i like abt him :D i mean at the end of the day im sleeping in maadi and hes sleeping in mohandessin :))

i really wanted to see "Tant" el gamila :) bs i didnt want to bother her... so i decided i shud write her a letter, habibaz pen was a pieceof crap so my handwriting sucked and the pen didn't even make it till the end of the letter so i got out my pen and continued.. i hope she was able to read it, and i hope it planted a slight smile on her face :) coz she deserves it!

On the road back home,
Kindly Hassan gave me a drive to maadi :) and he made me listen to the new Dido album which was very soothing and made me feel sleepier than i was already! on the way i discovered i forgot my phone and my coat. the day before i also forgot my glasses at nanuz...ana mastoola. FACT!

Home,
i forgot to tell mom "i missed you, why didn't u call me all day?" although i really wanted too... el 7aya talahee... we orderd burgers, fed the cats, cuddeled them, fought over the computer... nagged at each other like cat and mouse (as usual)... mom went to bed and here iam sitting on my blue chair writing... :)

Word of the day,
"a3ooth bellah men 3aynin la tadma3!"



**cant wait till Wednesday...Aswan prepare ur palette, here i come**

Strongest kick.

Ali. the new member in our family. Ali and i had the most wonderful conversation today. Ali is 2 and a half months old. he likes snoopy. so do i. so does his mother. so did my late dearest lovely aunt Mona. i should mention that Alis mom is also called Mona... if i ever have a daughter i will call her Mona, that is one thing i know for sure. i told him that i was ready to trade my snoopy 7asala with his snoopy pyjamas, and i think he liked the deal. i inherited the snoopy 7asala from my late aunt Mona. she died young. she was beautiful and smart. she had kidney failure. she was very young when it was first diagnosed. i guess she was still in high school preparing for college. she married Luigi an Italian man, with a big belly, huge mustache and a kind heart. he loved her, she did too. they never had children. Mona was the youngest, and she was my favourite aunt. i'd always feel so happy whenever mom tells me u remind me so much of Mona, or when grandma would call me Mona by mistake.
i hope Ali and i would grow to be good friends. i think he would be a gr8 football player coz he keeps on kicking all the time... u never know maybe he'd end up to be on of the greatest swimmers, something like Micheal Phelps but the Egyptian version of him, the swimmer with the strongest kick ever!