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Rania

Rania

OK, I'm Rania, twenty,Tunisian. I've just finished my first year at university. I'm studying English. I' m interested in the American civilization, but I'm not blindly in love with it. I haven't written anything about the American civilization, or America in my eyes yet. But I will, hopefully. You will find a lot of poetry in my blog. Here is my favorite quotation: " We will only know when we rise from the dead"-Ibsen- Just to let you know.
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Hi! here you'll find bits of my life,literary essays, poems, all in the language of Shakespeare. Mi casa es su casa!
Rania Rania
Articles : 33
Depuis : 16/06/2007
Categorie : Lifestyle

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Introducing my college

Introducing my college

: Preparatory Institute for Literary Studies and Humanities. Or as they say in French L'Institut Préparatoire aux Etudes Littéraires et Sciences Humaines de Tunis: -is a very young institute, just five years old. It never had a stable locale until this year. Yeaaaah! We're lucky!! -it has 6 specialties or Academic fields to sound more academic: E

Happy Birthday Asma

Asma, one of my best friends will turn 21 tomorrow. I wish her all the best. Happy birthday Asma baby!!!! Good luck for you and Akram. Oh yes! She's getting married next August. Hoorrrrrrrray. I hope me and the girls will have fun at your wedding. I love you Asma!

I'm not an addict

It’s about drugs. Yeah! What’s your drug? I’m not an addict, by K’s choice (moaning….) Breathe it in and breathe it out And pass it on it’s almost out. We’re so creative, so much more We’re high above, but on the floor It’s not a habit, it’s cool I feel alive If you don’t have it You’re on the other side (moaning) The deeper

Catharsis

Purification Voices in the train cut my braids (My braids were the wind’s favorite mistress In another life time) Voices scratch my head until they shave it. Until I fit in beautifully like a stone. They spit into my pores. And I vomit all the naughty suns in me. And kiss them back. Mmmm…That was delicious. I step on the aborted suns, ritually

Lyrics of Wenn ein Lied

Xavier Naidoo Und Wenn Ein Lied Und wenn ein Lied meine Lippen verlasst, Dann nur damit du Liebe empfangst. Durch die Nacht und das dichteste Geast, Damit du keine Angste mehr kennst. Sag ein kleines Stückchen Wahrheit Und sieh' wie die Wüste lebt. Und Schaff ein kleines bisschen Klarheit Und schau wie sich der Schleier hebt. Eine Wüste aus Beto

When I think about love

That I would be good, by Alanis Morisette that I would be good even if I did nothing that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down that I would be good if I got and stayed sick that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth that I would be great
Brainwashed??

Brainwashed??

Brooklyn baby, a walk on the quite side. This is what covers the walls of my room. America! America! Nur du allein! "I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag. Hunger hurts." Red. White. Blue. mmm...Probably some day. A walk across America. The Great Gatsby, one of my favorite books.
In pixel( My sister Ryma)

In pixel( My sister Ryma)

So this is me, and that's my sister to the right. And this is so not me! What cameras do to people!!!! And this is my sister again!! She's an artist you know. She draws wonderful portraits of celebrities and stuff. Sister again. Sophisticated! Sophisticated my dear!!! Ryma, my baby sister(yea, 18 years old but still a baby to me)! Isn't she sweet!!
In pixel(My first year at IPELSHT is over)

In pixel(My first year at IPELSHT is over)

So...we started in September the 13th 2006 at a pace of 30 hours a week(of course without counting the extra_hours), and we had weekly exams(without mentioning orals, surprise tests, DM's, and presentations). And here we are now on Monday, the second of July ending the year with a celebration. I just would like to thank everyone of my teachers, all