typical Arab, ha!
well, Alaa was asleep , she is struggling to fit the most and Anas afandi is not giving her a time to catch breath, not to mention the whole new surrounding and fitting process
hiyama was up, and I , the semi-gr8 I, decided to iron the shirt I wanted to wear
*u need like 4 tops + a jacket here, and they say this is not winter yet!... ma 3alaina*
well, I`m a lousy ironER
I got the prayers carpet as my *background* and just did the best I could
*the ironing-table hates me!*
the following convo took place
y r u ironing the shirt? u never do that, and u ask mom not to bother regarding that, right?
u r right but this one is so wrenkled
as it was in the bag we got from Jordan and I want to make it look a bit smoother
u often say that`s not important
baba, y don`t u iron the rug too?
it`s wrenkled as well!
me: we don`t wear them, that`s y
but that doesn`t make sense, at all!
(thinks to self)
the seminar broke me into pieces by the way! it was bwt statistics, but not as u might imagine
it showed me a whole new perspective to academia