When I started writing this...I couldn't find a title for it...
How can time pass that fast?!
I still feel like I'm that short naughty girl with her short curly brown hair messed up like a lion's mane, running around with her knees hurt (I always fell down on my knees) yet winning the race.
That naughty girl climbing the window and jumping out of The yellow class'- KG (2/C)- window....and kicking the ball up high that her shoe gets stuck between a tree's branches and then she gets back home with only one shoe...and a "bare foot".
The naughtiest...but was never punished at school (except once:D) because of being the clever "teachers pet" although I was ever the book worm.
That's my school....that's my grandmother's place, the balcony whose fence was like "China's great wall" for a 5 years old kid like me....my worst nightmares then was falling through the spaces between its metal plates...
Here I am...twenty years old, still the naughty girl, but in different terms...my school is a memory, I still love it though...I am tall enough to notice that my legs can't pass through the spaces in my grandmother's balcony fence and that fence is too short that it can hardly go higher than my knees are...
Days go, and time passes so fast, even if we can't notice it...just like the clouds, you never notice that the cloud is moving except if you had a deep look...
What's even funnier, that things never go as we expect, sometimes we can't even expect the future, all what we can do is to dream and draw a good picture of it and smile...just as we smile when we remember old naughty memories.
Sometimes looking at the past is a push for the present, we're the ones whom we want to see, and our past is colored with the color we love...or the color we feel :) Same for our future...Only my brush can paint it, so it's only me who can paint my own...
I'm holding my brush...preparing my palette to mix the colors on my own, the paper is ready to be drawn on! The naughty kid is messing up with the colors!
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"Psycho"لقطات من حياة or "Scenes from a psycho's life".......Every one has a psycho inside....he either lets him out or keeps him trapped inside himself. Those are inspirations, feelings and thoughts from an Egyptian psycho's daily life.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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- Marwa Morgan
- I'm a twenty one years aged girl, A pharmacy student. I Love photography and enjoy it but I'm just taking it as a hobby, I never thought of being a professional photographer before, maybe because professional photography may make me lose that joy I get from shooting freely for myself. I believe in arts and culture, arts can change the world, I am an Arab and a Muslim and I do respect arts. I believe that a photo should have an idea behind, deliver this idea or change the viewer's perspective about a certain issue or even just tease his/her mind about it, otherwise I don't consider what's there a form of art. Note: Showing the beauty of a place or an object is a major idea that arts should deliver, also sharing other traditions and cultures is amazing, I am interested in other cultures. Check my photos at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/marwamorgan
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