Me, Myself and I...

I now understand why I haven't been blogging as much for a long time. It's not because I'm too lazy to write, or have nothing to write. I had and have a lot to write about, it's just that I have been busy sorting things out. I was lost, disappointed and most importantly hurt.

Returning to Bahrain this Easter was definitely a good idea. It helped me clear my mind. I needed that holiday more than ever. I needed to speak to people I trust. People who listen not judge, real ones not plastics.

Doing my own thing with the family and spending so much time catching up and talking to my best friends about all the disappointing events that happened eversince November was really good. I learnt my lesson. I should never trust people just because they're nice to me! To sum this up, I realised that "ان لم تكن ذئباً أكلتك الذئاب" is very true. I'm proud of myself more than ever and can now declare myself a tough cookie and all you losers can dig a hole and ***** yourself. haha

I have one month left in London & then i'll be done with uni. This academic year was the worst in my entire life, but i'm proud that I made it till the end. This makes me a strong person.

TaTa!

PS - i (L) you freak. I need time to freeze..

Nitfo's Back.

Dear Bloggers...

I haven't been motivated to write recently due to the fact that I was sorting some terrible things out. Being backstabbed by an ex-close friend is not easy but thankfully, I learnt a lesson from that slap. Life goes on after all, and like Hamid Zaid said "il9a7ib eli ma ksabt m7abetah ma t5srah" ;) Another reason is my never-ending courseworks and my final project.

G- Girl i MISS yew ;* ! I will dedicate the post after this for the tag thingie ;)

Thanks for all those who wondered where i was ;D

Take Care,
SuperDuperNitfah

Typical "Mama" Drama...

I guess drama follows me around wherever I go, even when I'm here in London. I think mama has no point in complaining about how expensive my phone bills were when I was in Bahrain this summer. I mean, its been two months ever since I came back to London and she's still complaining about the same thing. Whats your point, ma?

Caution: Discrimination Kills.

I wish that one day, a parent can actually admit this.

I can't wait to graduate and have a life of my own.
Anyway I miss you, ma.

Peace