It seems awfully long since I last registered anything for the benefit of my anonymous readership, if such readership indeed existed. I have had to survive a demanding life style recently, and I love it. The new semester has commenced, and I am -as habitual of me- overloaded.
So much to do, so much to learn, so much to read, and very little time to get anything done. I am overwhelmed with how much needs to be done, but I must confess that I do like this state. It gives me a feeling of fulfillment, even if I think that I don’t achieve much. It radiates of security, strange? Not at all. I am safe when I am busy. At least that’s how I like to comfort myself.

In any case, much has been happening. Bear in mind though, that my online blog is by no means my diary. I keep a separate diary in which I record my most intimate thoughts, my very caprices, and my beloved memories. I have gone through half of my third diary, yet I feel like there was and is so much that I forget to record. I have a bizarre memory, it’s very selective. On what basis does it select its occupants, I know not. I seem to have an excellent memory of certain things, which could be classified as insignificant. Ah, I have prolonged my talk of my diary and memory. Let’s cut to the chase now:
I am enjoying my days as best as I could. I am adjusting with the novel pressure that my choice of subjects has thrown over my shoulder. I think I’m doing alright. I got my first semi-job last week. It was a thrilling experience. I loved the challenge, as I always do. I was a consecutive interpreter during a workshop on contemporary issues in trademarks. That means I had to orally translate from Arabic to English and vice versa for a whole day, on a severely complicated subject. I had to read a lot about it, as I am no lawyer or specialist in that particular field. I managed extremely well, and I am so proud of myself.
My father, however, behaved quite oddly before that day. I think he even tried to put me down, and to make me quit before I even started. Some sort of psychological intimidation if you want, with the sole purpose of scaring me away from that very first step towards what could be a start of my career. I was profoundly hurt. But equally determined to excel, I just love a challenge. What I am proudest of is the fact that I did not let myself down, I did it, and I mastered it. I have a renewed faith in my capabilities and I hope it never dies.

I am learning the Japanese language, and I am always curious about the culture. I believe it is vital to learn the ways of other people, since it gives way to new horizons of thought. One should never limit one’s self within one world. One should never fear the other.
It’s amazing how the Japanese culture differs from mine. It is such an enriching adventure to go deeper into the details. It just reveals so much! I appreciate my own culture more than ever and I respect it thoroughly, for now I have a clearer understanding of it.
What’s also worth noting is that I will be on kids TV in the USA. Hahaha isn’t that funny? The thing is that Jude’s school loved what I sent her about Flat Stanley and Flat Ali so much that they will actually put it on TV! I had invented Flat Ali, so that he could take Stanley on a tour. They loved the idea and the pictures! And I am technically in every single picture. Lovely, eh?
It’s always good to be appreciated. What counts more here is that I made Jude’s little heart happy.
I finished reading the odyssey. I read a play for Wilde afterwards. He is such a witty person, very thorough, precise in what he means, and an expert of word play. Absolutely fabulous! Here are quotations from that play, “A woman of no importance”:
- “Lord Illingworth: “I never intend to grow old. The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life.
Mrs.Allonby: and the body is born young but grows old. That is life’s tragedy. “
- “Mrs.Allonby: All men are married women’s property. That is the only true definition of what married women’s property really is. But we don’t belong to anyone.”
- “Lord Illingworth: one can survive everything now-a-days, except death, and live down anything except a good reputation.”

I want to write about numerous things… hundreds of sentiments. I have plenty of thoughts just swimming around in my mind, what’s tantalizing is that they expose themselves to me when I have no means of jotting them down. And when such means becomes handy, they either evaporate or hide somewhere. Hide and seek is good practice, I have learned.
I wonder what my future has in store for me. My age is one that, when asked about it, does not make me lie or stutter. Still, I question myself everyday if I had sincerely lived those 20 years. What have I done? What will I do? I assuredly pray that the answer to the latter beats the answer to the former.