didn't know that my car could swim....   I never took my warm bed for granted...   Did it really happen? Did i go through that day? I remember when i arrived at work... It was cold... I could't feel my fingers... The exam... The papers... The two sick girls... Coffee... Model answer.... Survallance... Another coffee... And finally a drive home...   It was ok until we reached a point where all the cars stopped... I won't check my watch and stress about the time...but what can i do to the sky that was getting darker.... Suddenly there was nothing in front of me but water... I knew i reached the block... I knew that after this point things will get to normal... Right after the block...   I was happy that i reached the neighborhood... All i need is a place to park...any where and i will walk... But this seemed so much to ask...eventually i found a whole....and eventually i am home....   A feeling that reminds me of my day shifts... The long tyring yet enjoyable days...somehow i feel proud that i was able to go through all this....and it gave me something to write about :-)

I remember the time when school was my one and only world... The endless white papers, the blue pens... The couloured ones...these things still fascinate me... I always get some every time i go to a store that sells these wonderful tuff... Stydying and tawfeek elhakeem books   Today i sit in a class survalling the very young girls as they write down in the answer sheet... The only thing that we are allowed to do is observe the girls... So i did, and i recognised the patterns and started categorising....   The ones that write down with all the confidence in the world... The queens   And the ones who write smoothly hoping that things will end up in their favor...   I can see the ones who finished and who have already rested their heads on the desk... Too much peace of mind...i won't deny it i envy them And the ones who don't care... I envy them as well... And of course the ones struggling to remember.... I see bits and peaces of everyone of them... I lived these days eleven years ago but it still feels so recent.... Obviously i am not oriented to time.... I don't know why i feel so little inside... May be because of all that i missed... All that i should have lived and didn't... Sort of catching up.... I wonder when i will wake up to live my actual age...or will i live in this continuous trial of compensation...