Two of my roomies here in Kish, Iran are smokers. Puffing cigarette is somewhat their pastime. In fact, they can finish at least one box of Esse cigarette in a day that has become their trademark. I would love to leave them something to remember me like a box of cigar. Sadly, I don’t have one with me because I left everything back home. I didn’t know that I would meet lovely people that I will learn to love.
Tomorrow, I will leave them and it’s uncertain when we will meet again. I’m still unsure what to give them as a remembrance. Hubby said to give anything I can find, which is not too personal. But, I guess it is better that way other than not having something. Although I’m sure both of them will be happy to get a cigar in a humidor.
However, the damage interior makes hubby feel sad. That bag is expensive and has great sentimental value because it was his first ever north face bag that’s why I’m planning to give him another one. I’m already looking for different 
After a year of dropping from school, brother is still uncertain what he wanted to do with his life. He is just doing what he thinks is enjoyable even if it jeopardizing his future. That’s why mom and dad is keeping close eyes on his actions and continually reminding him that he needs to seriously consider his life ahead. I’m also advising him to find something he likes doing other than the unimportant matters.
Since I assume the ownership of the D90 Nikon SLR camera, hubby is on the hunt of a new one again. To make the story short, he turned it over to me. Now, he doesn’t want to use it without my permission. It’s not like I won’t let him, he just doesn’t want to upset me by taking my things without me knowing it. No matter how I try convincing him to use it to his heart’s content, he doesn’t listen. That’s the reason I’m planning on giving him a new camera for Christmas.
Now that we venture to a foreign country, it is logical for us to be well-verse in English – both in speaking and writing. In terms of writing, I can say its okay. But, in terms of speaking, it can use a lot of improvement. Though I feel I can communicate, I always stutter. Words keep rambling and it’s hard to relay the message I want to send. It only means I need to practice speaking fluently and confidently.
It’s been more than a month, yet I’m still not used to our situation here. Having a lot of people in one room isn’t my thing. I used to have the luxury of having my own space where I can privately retire at the end of the day. But, that is not the trend here because of the high estate cost. The rent of a small room can eat up our entire monthly salary. That’s why one room has at least five people occupying. In our room, it’s seven, which is a bit crowded. But, I’m trying to adapt to this kind of set-up and environment.
For days, Elaine whines about the situation of her sister. I can feel she is deeply concern to her, which is expected from a kind person. I sense she doesn’t want the girl to go home, but she has little choice. I’m not sure how to comfort her. The only way I can think is to consider the situation positive by telling her it’s a blessing in disguise. Her sister now has the chance to learn new things that can open other opportunities in the job market. She now has the option to study cosmetology. Doing so will give her the background and skill of the beauty industry.
