Lundi 10 septembre 2007 1 10 /09 /Sep /2007 10:21
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Mardi 24 juillet 2007 2 24 /07 /Juil /2007 20:08

Asma, one of my best friends will turn 21 tomorrow. I wish her all the best. Happy birthday Asma baby!!!!
Good luck for you and Akram. Oh yes! She's getting married next August. Hoorrrrrrrray. I hope me and the girls will have fun at your wedding. 
I love you Asma!
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Dimanche 15 juillet 2007 7 15 /07 /Juil /2007 17:31

That I would be good, by Alanis Morisette


that I would be good even if I did nothing
that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
that I would be good if I got and stayed sick
that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt
that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
that I would be great if I was no longer queen
that I would be grand if I was not all knowing

that I would be loved even when I numb myself
that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
that I would be loved even when I was fuming
that I would be good even if I was clingy

that I would be good even if I lost sanity
that I would be good
whether with or without you

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Dimanche 15 juillet 2007 7 15 /07 /Juil /2007 15:36

 

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Brooklyn baby, a walk on the quite side. This is what 
covers the walls of my room.

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America! America! Nur du allein!

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"I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.
Hunger hurts."
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Red. White. Blue.
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mmm...Probably some day.

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A walk across America.
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The Great Gatsby, one of my favorite books.

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Mardi 10 juillet 2007 2 10 /07 /Juil /2007 17:53

It’s about drugs. Yeah! What’s your drug? 

I’m not an addict, by K’s choice

 


(moaning….)

Breathe it in and breathe it out

And pass it on it’s almost out.

We’re so creative, so much more

We’re high above, but on the floor

It’s not a habit, it’s cool

I feel alive

If you don’t have it

You’re on the other side

(moaning)

The deeper you stick it

In your veins

The deeper the thoughts

And no more pain

I’m in heaven.

I’m a god.

I’m everywhere

I feel so high.

It’s not a habit; it’s cool

I feel alive

If you don’t have it

You’re on the other side

I’m not an addict

Maybe that’s a lie.

(moaning…)

It’s over now.

I’m cold,

alone

I’m a just person on my own

Nothing means a thing to me

Oh! Nothing means a thing to me.

It’s not a habit, it’s cool

Free me!

Leave me!

Watch me as I’m going down.

Free me!

Steal me!

Watch as I’m falling in

It is not a habit, it’s cool

I feel alive

If you don’t have it

You’re on the other side..

I’m not an addict.

 

 

K’s Choice (pronounced like kiss choice) is a Belgian group.

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Mardi 10 juillet 2007 2 10 /07 /Juil /2007 17:32

Purification

 

 

Voices in the train cut my braids

(My braids were the wind’s favorite mistress

In another life time)

Voices scratch my head until they shave it.

Until I fit in beautifully like a stone.

 

They spit into my pores.

And I vomit all the naughty suns in me.

And kiss them back.

Mmmm…That was delicious.

I step on the aborted suns, ritually

 

Make me your own goddess, then rape me.

I’ll smile and persist. Why wouldn’t I?

I am made to stay forever, in your trash bin

A bio-undegradable jewel.

Take me, take me, take me with you.

I’m prêt-à-porter.






We are never cured. Our immunity system is a myth kept alive by our cancerous narcissism. My flesh is leaking something red and precious. I yell: "Give me my blood back". They say you don’t need it; it’s a burden. The more you leak, the greater are your chances to survive. Bleeding is maturity. I try to cure myself on my own. I make my pen leak sadistically, egoistically. And my blood stops flowing outside. It carefully goes up and gives a little color to my lips. I breathe. I yell triumphantly: "I’m over all this. I’m a goddess. I burn you. I kill you. In my triumph, in my glory, in the leaking of my pen, I kill you, and cure my self. You burn in my hell. I am high.

But I fall, I fall…

                                                                        I fall…

                                                                                  I fall."

And my fingers get burnt with my pen. My pen becomes my hell. And I burn forever, a raped

goddess.

 

 

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Lundi 9 juillet 2007 1 09 /07 /Juil /2007 20:57

Xavier Naidoo
Und Wenn Ein Lied



Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlasst,
Dann nur damit du Liebe empfangst.
Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geast,
Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst.

   Sag ein kleines Stückchen Wahrheit
Und sieh' wie die Wüste lebt.
Und Schaff ein kleines bisschen Klarheit
Und schau wie sich der Schleier hebt.
 Eine Wüste aus Beton und Asphalt,
Doch sie lebt und offnet einen Spalt,
Ein Der dir neues zeigt, zeigt das altes weicht,
Auch wenn dein Schmerz bis an den Himmel reicht.

Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlässt,
Dann nur damit du Liebe empfängst.
Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geäst,
Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst.

Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlässt,
Dann nur damit du Liebe empängst.
 Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geäst,
Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst.

Dieses Lied ist nur für Dich,
Schön, wenn es Dir gefällt,
 Denn es kam so über mich,
Wie die Nacht über die Welt.
 Schnellt Gefahr aus der Dunkelheit,
Bin ich zum ersten Schlag bereit.
 Ich bin der Erste, der dich befreit,
und einer der Letzten, der um dich weint.

Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlässt,
Dann nur damit du Liebe empfängst.
Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geäst,
Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst.

In unserer Sanduhr fällt das letzte Korn,
Ich hab' gewonnen und hab' ebenso verloren.
Wenn Jedoch missen möcht' ich nichts,
Alles bleibt unser gedanklicher Besitz.
Ein Und eine bleibende Erinnerung.
Zwischen Tag und Nacht legt sich die D?mmerung.

Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlässt,
Dann nur damit du Liebe empfângst.
Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geäst,
Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst.

Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlässt,
Dann nur damit du Liebe empfängst.
Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geäst,
Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst.

Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst...



I think it says: when a song leaves my lips, then be sure that you'll receive love or something like this. So much for my three years of German!!!! Anyway I adore the song. And between us Xavier makes my heart go boom boom. 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb0FlE21aJU

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Lundi 9 juillet 2007 1 09 /07 /Juil /2007 16:57

: index-04.gif Preparatory Institute for Literary Studies and Humanities.
Or as they say in French L'Institut Préparatoire aux Etudes 
  Littéraires et Sciences Humaines de Tunis:




-is a very young institute, just five years old. It never had a stable locale until this year. Yeaaaah! We're lucky!!

-it has 6 specialties or Academic fields to sound more academic: English(Yes!!!!), French(Taugh and boring)
Arabic(taugh! taugh!), History(very interesting), Geography(lots of math; it scares me), and philosophy(mmmm..)

-At IPELSHT, if you skip the same class four times, forget about sitting for the final exam, and don't even think about passing to the next level.

-Well... IPELSHT is a preparatory school, so it basically prepares you during two years to sit for the entrance exam of L'Ecole Normale Supérieure. This exam is very very selective.  I don't know about the other specialties, but for us, English students I mean, we have to sit for a Literature test, a translation test(Two languages), a Comprehension-Composition-Grammar test, and an oral test, in order to go to L'Ecole Normale Supérieure.

-So what is l'Ecole Normale Supérieure? It 's supposed to be a dream for us, our own purpose in life, our one and only goal.Pfffffff. Well it's actually a school you go to for three years, where they give you a scholarship, cook for you, give you a room, and tell you: Forget about the rest of the world!!!! This place is the center of the earth!!The sun turns around this place.( I am such a hypocrit! I want to go there. You find your dinner ready for God's sake! -Rania come on be serious- well ok :you become a university teacher when you finish your three years there. So, not bad, a university teacher when you're just 24 years old! Not bad)


-But heeey this doesn't mean that I want to be a university teacher. No habibi, not for me. I just want the degree. Just give me the degree and I promise you'll never see my face again.(Fat chance for that one huh? Well let's say inchallah, and just go with the flow for the time being)

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Lundi 9 juillet 2007 1 09 /07 /Juil /2007 09:36




So...we started in September the 13th 2006 at a pace of 30 hours a week(of course without counting the extra_hours), and we had weekly exams(without mentioning orals, surprise tests, DM's, and presentations).
And here we are now on Monday, the second of July ending the year with a celebration. I just would like to thank everyone of my teachers, all the staff of our college, and each and every single one of the 470 students of my college(oh, yes we're not many), and especially my group, First Year English Group C.
This year brought a lot of change into my life, and a good degree of maturity, too. (well come on I wash the dishes without complaining now, that's a step towards maturity). 


These are some pictures of  the party we had last Monday.

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Me and my classmate Yosr (our Feminist and our library)





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On purpose. Now turn your heads. That's me and Chiraz.
Shiraz has just passed her second year at IPELSHT. I'm 
sure she's gonna make it to l'Ecole Normale.

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On purpose again. Another wish. Yo shiraz honey.
We'll go to America. I'm sure we will. But let's promise
ourselves that we're not gonna date any
gangstas. (if u know what I mean). Peace y'all!


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Yeah! Smile to the camera Weeam, oops Ouiem(I don't know why do 
you insist on writing your name like that). Weeam is wearing 
a blue skirt. Big hug to my friend Ashraf in the black pants, and white t-shirt. 
I will always remember you, brother!

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Cousin Louay in a real zoom in( check out that smile)

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Hayfa El Farsi getting her prize. For the second consecutive 
year she's among the five best students in the English Department.

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Me and Hayfa Barhoumi with our prizes
( mais oui, mais oui, j'adore ton Français Hayfa chérie)

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From left to right:

Doha( A star is born), Me, Houssem, Hayfa, Soumaya(the best student
in the English Department for two years; way to go Soumaya)

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From left to right:
Houssem(Mascara? Well why not?), Rawia(pretty doll),
Soumaya, Sayma(we know Mohammed's arm is heavy,
but we love him, don't we?), Mohammed.

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Our music club performing. You give me goose bumps guys. 
Just wow!

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Hela performing the role of the mourner in her own 
interpretation of Edgar Alan Poe's poem "The Raven".
Way to go Hela! Oustanding performance. Even though
I didn't get a lot of the poem.Hihihihi, don't tell on me.

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Drama club members staging their own play "That 
is the question". A play "inspired by the Bible and the
African folklore; it mixes Tragedy and Comedy, Reality
and Imagination, in an attempt to critisize gender
conflict and preach for peace and love".

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Ending the play. Teachers and students come together
to sing "Sigh no more" from Shakespeare's "Much Ado
About Nothing"


                          Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
        Men were deceivers ever;
                       One foot in sea and one on shore,
             To one thing constant never
Then sigh not so
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
                         Converting all your sounds of woe
       Into. Hey nonny, nonny.

                          Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
                    Or dumps so dull and heavy;
                        The fraud of men was ever so,
                         Since summer first was leavy.
     Then sigh not so, 
   But let them go,
                          And be you blithe and bonny,
                                    Converting all your sounds of woe
                    Into. Hey, nonny, nonny.

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Ipelsht at night. A pause after the second play. And an
evening to remember.

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Ipelsht, from the outside. A historical building(oh yeah!
It dates back to the XIX th century), with a modern touch..us.

IPELSHT, let's keep the promise, and just like my friends
sang:

"Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins oubliés égarés
Donne leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains

Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de gloire

Bonheurs enfantins
Trop vite oubliés effacés
Une lumière dorée brille sans fin
Tout au bout du chemin

Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de gloire

Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins oubliés égarés
Donne leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains

Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de gloire"

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The party is over, for me. I wish I could've stayed longer, but
you know it is 21:30, and my town is 150 kms away, so.

Last Monday, was  really a day to remember. Oh!Man, just when I thought
I was gonna repeat the year. I have strong faith in myself, don't I?
Well... I'm working on it.

 

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Dimanche 1 juillet 2007 7 01 /07 /Juil /2007 15:54

 

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So this is me, and that's my sister to the right.

     





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And this is so not me! What cameras do to people!!!!



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And this is my sister again!! She's an artist you know.
She draws wonderful portraits of celebrities and stuff.




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Sister again. Sophisticated! Sophisticated my dear!!!



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Ryma, my baby sister(yea, 18 years old but still a baby 
to me)! Isn't she sweet!!

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