remembering friends

When I was in grade 12...o so long ago...there were two older students in my class, a mother and son combo. When I first saw them I though, ewww what are these old people doing in high school, stay away from me please! When I got to know them I realized how nice and sweet they were it would have been a pity if my initial feelings towards them did not change. They were very dedicated to their studies. At first no one wanted to work with them, we were all too cool for them... but eventually they were the most sought after partners. They were both bright and hard working so they were always acing the projects. They both graduated with proficiency standing!

The older I get the more I admire their courage for going back to school to better themselves and getting better careers and improving their lives. I am sure it took a lot of guts to take this step.

The son... I can not remember his name now...was in his mid 40’s, married with two or three kids. Evelyn, the mother, was in her 60’s but had the spirit of a twenty year old.

I was thinking about them the other day, I wonder what they are up to. Did they go on to college or was it just the high school diploma they wanted. I wish I have my year book, who knows maybe they are on facebook... everyone else is on it...except for my exish best friend...annoying Shazia...get on to the 21st centrury and join for god’s sake!

Guess what...guess what...

Today I got to meet the famous Kinzi and Mamabean...:o)

They came over and it was very nice meeting them...:o)

unfortunatly they could not stay long:o( but still it was nice to sit with them and chat without the computer and the net in the middle...

and Kinzi thank you so much for the frames..they are adorable!!

Bike for Sale

Isn't this funny?? Husbands! they are clueless sometimes....a dear friends's husband did this few months ago! He bought a bike without his wife's consent...I am waiting to see his bike for sale ad anytime now.

forget him

When I was in grade 9 I went out with a guy I liked since grade 6. He was adorable, so cute. His name was Mario. He was Mexican and looked very Latin. We met in ESL class when I first came to Canada. And we liked each other instantly. It was not until we were in grade 9 that we started kind of going out. That meant that we had lunch together, he walked me to the bus stop sometimes he rode the bus home with me, and we skipped school every now and then to hang around in the mall. It was pretty innocent. My parents were very strict and we were not allowed to go out much. So we only met at school.

When we broke up my best friends back then gave me this poem. I was so sad then, it was my first heart break and I was glad I had good friends by my side. I still have the paper they gave me in Alexandra's hand writting in my shoebox in the basement of my house until now.

I was just browsing online and came across it and it reminded me of Mario, Alexandra and Sonja. I wonder what they are up to. Is Mario a policeman like he wanted to be? Is Alexandra a chef?? Is Sonja a scientist? I wish I could remember their last names, the minute I get to Toronto I will look for my yearbook and look them up.

Mario and I did hook up again in grade 11 and 12, but had to break it off because of our cultural differences.

FORGET HIM

Forget his name, forget his face

Forget his kiss, his warm embrace

Forget the love that once was there

Remember now, he doesn't care

Forget the love that you once shared

Forget the fact that he once cared

Forget the times you spent together

Remember now, he's gone forever

Forget you cried the whole night long

Forget him when they play your song

Forget how close you both once were

Remember now, he's chosen her

Forget you memorized his walk

Forget the way he used to talk

Forget the way you were so glad

Remember now, he's not so sad

Forget the times he used to phone

Forget the times you were alone

Forget the dreams he mad come true

Remember now, he's with someone new

Forget his gentle teasing way

Forget you saw him everyday

Forget the things you planned to do

Remember now, she loves him too

Forget the thrill when he walked by

Forget the times he made you cry

Forget the way he said your name

Remember now, things aren't the same

Forget the way he held your hand

Forget the sweet things, if you can

Forget the way he loved you too

Remember now, there's someone new

Forget the times he went to fast

Forget them all, they're just the past

Forget he said he'll leave you never

Remember now, he's gone forever

face book

Wow is it ever addictive. Like I need one more thing to be addicted to eh?

I found few of my friends, but the ones that I have really been wanting to get in touch with are not on face book : '(

I am so sad that my best friend is not on there. I have been trying to find her for a year now. I know, I know, how do you lose a best friend. Well I lost my best friend and I really want her back.

We met grade 7. At first I hated her. She said something mean to me. I was wearing a skirt with panty hose. And she pointed out that I have leg hair sticking out of the panty hose. O how I hated her that day! How dare she points that out. We met again on my first day of high school and we became best friends, we shared a lot of happy and sad times together. She was there for me during 2 horrible engagements, and through few break-ups, and was there to listen to me vent about my parents, sister and brothers, and life in general. She always pointed out who was checking me out when we were together, it was cute, it was annoying then though.

And now I lost her :o( I wish I can find her, I am not sure if she is still in Canada. Last time we spoke she was in a long distance relationship with someone in London, England. Maybe they got married and she moved there. Damn it. I wonder if she is looking for me too.

*Sniff, sniff*

I want my best friend back.........waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Laban?

Laban and 7aleeb

There are so many words that mean one thing in one country and something else in another. I have so many stories since I have friends from all over the Arab world in Canada.

When we first met our Egyptian neighbours so many years ago it was my turn to make tea for guests; my sister and I used to take turns haha..

So I was asking how much sugar they like in their tea and the hajja said three sugars and some Laban.

I go back to the kitchen, and I’m thinking what? Laban, araf, araf, araf! Who the heck puts Laban in their tea?? So I go back to the living room, to make sure:

Me: hajja, inti olti 3ayza laban beshai beta3ek? (Me talking with my Egyptian accent)
Hajja: aywa, shwaia , mosh keteer wmatenseesh thalatha sokar, ana a7eb elshai 7elw.
Me: laban? ya3ni laban? inti 3ayza laban belshai??
Hajja thinking eh dah, elbente deh hablah wala eh?
Me thinking araf araf araf

Then finally my mom, and the hajja’s daughter in law realize my dilemma. And they tell me that the hajja wants milk in her tea, not yogurt!!

Well dah, I’ll never make that mistake again.


And then again once after hubby and I got married, his nephew stayed with us after the wedding for few week. One day after I finished cooking dinner, hubby was sitting on the balcony smoking.

Me: T, momken troo7 t3ayet la Rami 3shan yegi yakol?
T: eesh? A3yetlo 3shan yegi yakol?
Me: aah, 3ayetlo , howi 3ala elbaranda a3ed bedakhen.
T: taib leesh badi a3yetlo?
Me: 3shan yegi yakol (ya latkha)
T: tayeb mashi (he is thinking eesh hadi mart khali, sho habla, , leesh badi a3ayetlo?)

So T goes to hubby, telling him that he is supposed 3ayetlo to come eat, and of course hubby knows my Palestinian/Lebanese talk by then, so he laughs and laughs.

So I was basically saying:
Go call him to come eat

And he was hearing
Go cry to him to come eat
So now I know not to use the word 3ayet in Jordan, and say Nadi !

a funny

Last night while I was tossing and turning in bed I remembered an incident I had in college o so many years ago. I was taking summer classes. A very good friend of mine, Ra’ed was taking the same classes, so we had breaks together. We had just finished our business law class and had a couple hours before our next class started. We went to the cafeteria for some coffee. We decided to sit in the solarium part of the cafeteria. I chose a table and sat on the chair, before I realized that the cushions were soaking wet. Apparently someone over watered the hanging plant over the chair and now my jeans were soaking wet.

What the heck was I supposed to do? Those were my no car days so I was taking the bus from and to college. I would have had to take two busses home. There is no way I was going anywhere with my wet bottom. It was soooo embarrassing. My friend did not have his car, and I could not ask him to take the bus to my house to get me a new pair of pant.

Thankfully it was a very nice June day. It was very sunny, warm and not humid. So we took our coffees and went outside to sit on the benches. We Sat there for about three hours, well he sat, and I walked back and forth, back and forth to help my jeans dry. It was the funniest three hours I ever had. Ra’ed teased my like crazy, but it was ok. This guy was so funny; he could make the most baykha (bad) joke sound hilarious. And he was so sweet to keep my company while my jeans dried for those three hours or so hours. Of course we missed our next class, which was statistics I think. Of course neither of us was crazy about that class, so we did not mind it. I miss college days. Those were the best years ever.