Bazinga!

Okay, I miss this blog. And yes, this feeling is precedented by me missing blogging as a whole.

You'd think after being MIA for a while, I'd have a lot to share huh? LOL. Then you're wrong. My life is unsatisfactorily STILL in a rut. Every day is almost the same if not EXACTLY identical. But I try not to complain too much, coz whenever I do, one thought is going to lead to another, and I'll end up with page full of complaints.

Then I'll begin hating this place. And wish I never agreed to come. And wish that there was someway that I could transfer from this place to the one place that I hold second dearest. If you have been reading my blog, you'd know said place. 

Though, if there is something I should write about, I guess it'll be about my mother coming over for a visit somewhere mid-December.

Truthfully, the reason for her visit is largely caused by the mild-depression phase I went through somewhere around that time. And she being the ONLY person who knows the truth about what I was really going through, decided to come by. Before I decided to commit suicide and whatnot y'know. LOL.

Okay, not a funny joke. But do  take note that no matter how depressed I am, I have never considered, and never will consider suicide.

Coz I love myself too much like that. TEEE HEEE.

I'm not kidding about my mother being the only person I tell my problems too. Though I personally think she prefers it if I shared a portion of it with a few other people, coz she seems tired having to have to go over my numerous petty hurdles. I'm not one to share with anyone about anything I have went through, or am going through.

And I only even began telling my mum all about it once I was already here in Egypt.

So yeah. You can call it a little foolish, but I like to call it independence. Coz I don't like relying on other people if I'm certain that I can do it on my own. Its not that I don't trust other people with my problems or don't believe that they will sincerely have no problems in giving a hand.

Its just how I am.

Which is why, when I come to think of it, I hated when the guys I've went out with tries to lead me to cross the road by holding my hands / pushing me from the back of my shoulders. THAT and the general fact that I am anti-anything physical. Be it holding hands, hugging, et cetera et cetera.

Sooo back to the topic of my mum being here. She stayed at Windsor Palace Hotel. Oh wait, I forgot to mention that she came along with a staff slash friend, coz only the Lord knows what she would've been doing if she came alone; Absolutely nothing. :-P

Breakfast on top of Windsor Palace Hotel.

It felt nice playing tour guide. Okay, given, yes, that my mother have already been here before (last year) with our other family members... but it was just my second month here, and we already had a qualified tour guide. So yeah.

One thing I learned was: I hate Cairo with a vengeance. UGH. Went there and stayed for one night coz whats the point of coming all the way to Egypt but NOT seeing the pyramids. So we just had to bring Aunt Iza there.

And the f**kkkkkkkk. I bloody hated the trip. The train ride was okay. But the cab ride on the streets of Cairo: Genuine Hell on Earth. PLUS my motion sickness (that occurs only in cars coz for some odd reason I can tolerate bumpy boat rides) is in no way helpful AT ALL.

So all in all, I didn't get to do a lot with my mum, but I love how mothers don't have to do or say anything to have you to just like being around them.

Kids! Love yo mommas yo.

(Background music: John Mayer - Daughters) EHEH.

I should also probably mention that I, by some questionable plus strange consequences got scouted into being one of the judges for a debate competition held recently. By recent I meant early December. LOL.

Why do I doubt this (whoever he/she is) person's choice? Coz I honestly never entered any sort of debate competition. Oh wait. I did. But I don't think that counts coz it was purely intended for fun, and to keep us out of trouble / misery by the time PMR was over and done with at school. Hahah.

But I agreed to it nonetheless, coz I'd never reject another reason to wear a blazer other than just for fashion AND to pull a serious face. You know, the ones that judges put on that looks like they're constantly considering something.

Ah yes. I got my chance yawww.

I should've known better when I thought I was going to be complimented on my unbelievable professionalism, coz what I was being complimented on that night was my so-called lucky-ness for having sat next to someone who is considered to be an attractive male specimen for a majority of girls.

-____-"

You guyssssss I'm certain I'm not homosexual (coz, EW) but this no attraction towards men? I don't wanna be FOREVER ALONE. (LOL y'all Tumblr addicts must be trippin naooo.)

Ahhh doesn't matter. As long as I'm attracted to Michael Cera, I am at ease. HAHAH.

ZOMG. 

Since this post reaaaaallllyyy has no point of focus, I'm just gonna randomly tell you that I'm already over Kim Hyun Joong. Ahhh you know, that South Korean guy that I spent an amicable amount of time spazzing on here, here and here.

Because... oh you know how I am. I get bored easily. PLUS the fact that he's cowardly just turns me off. ULTIMATELY.

Coz what I did was watch a hoard-full of his videos, and lets just say that if I had a boyfriend who can't even manage to hold a fish in his hands... I'd break up with him at the drop of a hat.

Honestly speaking, I don't like holding icky stuff as much as the other person, but when the situation calls for it, or someone dares me to (whether or not they offer me 100USD if I managed to do it); I'D DO IT. Even if you tell me to hold that slimy gamat thing in my hands.

So yeah. Good looks + Musically talented (he plays guitar, drum, bass, keyboard, etc) + Tall + Killer smile + Million dollar smile + COWARDICE = Sorry, I'm gonna find someone else to moon over.

And with all that being said, I'd like have to end this post because I need to achieve my target for today (regarding my studies) coz I'm actually in the midst of exams. And by recommending you to watch The Big Bang Theory, coz I did, all THREE SEASONS of it in one go (Curse my sister Nadia for telling me about how sarcastic the show is, and I LOVE SARCASM.)

I honestly love this show as much as I love How I Met Your Mother, though maybe not as much as Friends, coz SHELDON is LOVE! Even though I can imagine myself killing him in his sleep if I were to be around him in real life.

Undoubtedly some of World's most loved geeks. 

Well, at least I do.

And sooooo... BAZINGA! Byebye!