The Way I Walk Pt 1.

The Way I Walk.

Walking into people, is just the way I walk. It started out accidental and slowly turned into a habit.I used to flinch, stutter blush , and sometimes cry whenever I walked into anyone. Now?I smile. I smile all the time. Like, all the time. I smiled when I tripped in Al-Salhiya's Square. I smiled when I flicked my rather long hair into the face of a guy standing behind me at the Registrar's office. I smiled when I bumped my head on the hood of my car as I was getting into it. I smiled when I walked into a closed elevator door. I smiled when I squirted Ketchup on a guy's crisp white* dishdasha at the Corn-Dogs Booth at P2BK. I think you get the idea. I'm clumsy that way. I've been like this since birth. When I decided to leave my mom's body a few months early. Pretty stupid decision if you ask me. That stupid move made me the tiny person I am today.

I'm hiring this blog to become my own personal psychiatrist I tend to keep to myself at times and I've readonline that that can lead to serious mental problems. We don't want that to happen now do we? Anyways, I'm not sure if anyones reading this .. but if you are, any input would be welcomed. Good or bad. Because I keep to myself,my friends and family no matter how close they are to me can't give input - merely because they don't know!

Anyways...

A Bit About Me:

-19 Years Old Next Week! Yeah baby!

- Second year University student.

-Drive like an old woman.

- Half Saudi

-Divorced parents.

-Twin brother, Khaled.

Okay so now that that part is over with let's get to the juicy part! Okay sorry, misleading you guys! Not much juiciness in my life. Don't have a boyfriend or experiences to speak of really. I grew up attending a non-segerated school and regardless of what people say, we are truly one "big" happy family. Most guys , underline MOST treat you like family at least. Can't say the same for the girls. Anyways, I'm not fashion-obsessed either so can't really entertain you with my "must-haves" for the season. Moving on, I got to university late as usual. I was dressed in cropped white jeans, tan gladiators, a sailor-striped cardigan, with a tank top underneath. I parked my car at the first spot I found (after driving around ENDLESSLY!) so it was pretty far. I rushed across the parking lot cursing the weather underneath my breath. Pause, pause pause! Estaghferallah, but what was up with the weather today! Was it hot? Humid? Windy? Or Dusty! I can't prepare for a quatro-weather disaster 9ara7atan! All that time spent curling my hair to perfection this morning was a waste I thought as my long hair flew all around my face.

Have you ever had that moment when you think of a solution to a problem you have and in your head that solution sounds so GOOD & doable but in reality.. pretty much stupid? Well, I personally decided that the best way to avoid getting big, bold, ugly hair was to actually walk backwards. Which I did, lovely right. So I secured my bag in place, and tried to hold my hair down as I started to walk backwards. Luckily I didn't have to walk that way for long. The "Nada" in me was itching to come out! 6ab3an, I tripped on my FOOT and fell flat on my butt. I started to laugh and looked around trying to see if anyone had seen my fall..

"Phew" no one in sight.

"Allah! Are you okay??"

I shot my head around and quickly got up as the unfamiliar face came closer hand extended. I shrugged and nodded a yes. He nodded back and walked back to his friends who were gathered near a car. I adjusted myself and tried to check if I had dust marks from the fall. Safe!! Yay!

I glanced back at Mr.Unknown as I put on my sunglasses. Just to check who he was with. Legafa? No, maybe.. okay yes. I wanted to know who he was, I wasn't in love or anything bas ba3arif. I recognized almost everyone at our University and there was no way that he was a student. I noticed he was with a couple of faces I recognized amongst them was "Him". Our eyes locked the second I noticed him and he quickly looked away with a look of disgust. I seriously don't know what's wrong with him. Shmishkiltik!! He always does that. It's not like I stare at him or anything, I swear! Aslan, he's the one who's always staring whenever I see him. But its never that "longing for you" stare that you get (or dream of getting) from admirers.. or hailag. It's more of a "hurt" mixed with "disgusted" stare? The kind of stare you get for cheating on someone with his father or something. Eugh!

I got to class only to be kicked by the Professor el7abeeb. I quietly left and decided to go have a drink at Starbucks whilst my friends finished from their classes. Orange juice blended with ice was THE way to start any day. Wash all your troubles away with this goodness.