As waves upon my head the circling curl, So in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl, Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be, Burn in this flame - is not the candle He?
How does an aussie girl wind up eating a falafel on the midday metro to Tahrir square? My parents were born and raised in Egypt, and yet I could never work out how to spell it.
I was a practicing solicitor, and yet I felt I hadn't found my career path.
It was time to put two and two together.
So. I quit the city job, hung up my suits, had one long last gaze at the glorious Sydney skyline, and never looked back.
And here I am. Living in Cairo. Student at the AUC, enrolled in the two-year masters course of International and Comparative Law.
Am I excited? UM NO! I'm terrified!
8 comments:
what? because you're still not talking to me?
whats that about?
is this another cry for attention?
now now.. we've discussed this mr anon. dont make me reveal your identity.
wow, how philosophical of you tash!
glad you put that capital G in there...gotta have the capital G, its all about the capital G people!!!
thanks rey!
but i cant take credit for robert browning
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As waves upon my head the circling curl,
So in the sacred dance weave ye and whirl,
Dance then, O heart, a whirling circle be,
Burn in this flame - is not the candle He?
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Nice blog by the way, a breath of fresh air at this ungodly hour....
I think you're referring to Miss Anon there... two can play this game. MR anon, you have competition... or should i say.... mr morton... HMMMMMMM???
now a girl anon??
i dont think i can handle all this excitement
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