Why dream?

Well...We dream simply to escape reality. We dream as a way of convincing ourselves that there's something better out there, that we could, someday, obtain all that we wish to have.

I dream a lot and very often. I dream all the time and my day dreams are more frequent than those I see in my sleep. I dream because I live in a lace that could be compared to the desert of the field in which I dream of working. I love singing and acting and performing and I get this undescribeable joy out of thinking that some day I might be able to make my dreams come true.

As I said before, I live in a place where no real talent is appreciated and that place also happens to be the farthest place there is from the world where you can make your dreams come true. For an aspiring actress/singer, I'm talking about Hollywood of course.

Ever since discovering that I had a nice voice and that I could fairly well act, I found the thing that I always felt was missing without ever being able to say what it was. I found something, a field where I knew I would be able to use all my creativity in. I can write you five songs in one sitting if I'm inspired and i have just finished writing a book that only took me too months work.

And to have everybody around me try to take all that away from me...I can't even describe how that feels.

I cannot imagine that there still are parents in these modern times that won't trust their children and support them as they try to make their dreams come true.

I know all the downsides, I know all the dirty business that needs to be done. I have heard that same speech about how infected the field is and the fact that after three years of hearing the same bumming speech I still haven't changed my mind means that I really want to do this.

Dear bloggers, hear my words. Nobody has the right to steal your dreams, nobody has the right to tell you that there is no point in you dreaming because there is no way you're going to make those "unrealistic" dreams come true. The simple reason is that there is no such thing as an unrealistic dream, the only dream that didn't come true is the dream that wasn't sought long enough, the one that wasn't worked on enough.

Don't listen to anybody that says that there are probably a million different people around the world that have the same dream, people who were born in places and countries where it's much easier to make that dream come true. I say that there is no such thing as someone worthier of making their dreams come true.

Even if you fail, even f you waist years of your life trying to make that small sparkle become a shiny light, you should never label yourself a looser before you start the game.

I, personally, will never listen to someone that tells me that my dreams are ridiculous and  not worth chasing.

I DREAM BIG BECAUSE I WANT TO BE BIG, AND THAT'S THAT.

Here comes the wedding reception...

It seems like all the people I know suddenly decided to get married.

I'm not saying that I don't like seeing wedding plans being made. I absolutely LOVE it! I love seeing the brides trying on different dresses and picking the flowers and locations. I love all the anticipation of how that night is going to turn out. I love to see people happy and trying to figure out how much exactly their lives are going to change once they become husband and wife.

My cousin is getting married, and so is my 29 year old teacher who is like a sister to me. Believe it or not, I'm closer to the second one, I just love this girl. My cousin is much older than me, he's over thirty now, and I'm so happy that he has finally found the woman with whom he wants to spend the rest of his life. I'm also ecstatic for my friend.

I have to say though, considering that most of my cousins on my father's side are guys, the most exciting part about one of them getting married is meeting the girls. I always get on very well with the brides-to-be. My oldest cousin's wife Pamela is amazing, I absolutely love her and her style, especially her style. My cousin who's getting married now has just introduced us to his fiancée and we got along very well.

I always like meeting the girls best.

To all the people out there who are going to get married anytime soon, and to all the newly weds, I'm so happy for you guys and I hope that you have all found the one.

Typing the last couple of chapters

What would anyone expect a fifteen year old spend the summer doing?

On my own list of what my friends must have spent the summer doing, I had: going to the mall, going to the beach, hanging out with your friends, going to the movies...These are few of the things that I didn't do this summer.

You see, to the shock of the few school friends that I told this to, I have spent my summer writing a book, well actually, the first book out of a series of four books. It's your same old love story but with a twist.

Some people might think that if my first achievement was writing a book at the age of fifteen, then greater things certainly lie ahead, I agree. I'm someone who thinks big, hopes even bigger, I want every single picture that my imagination draws me to materialize in real life. I want to build palaces, travel the world, meet the most exotic people and places.

I have spent two months now, waking up at eight o'clock in the morning every single day and starting to work on my computer from nine to one o'clock in the afternoon (that's when my lunch brake is), then pick up where I had left off, and keep working until a 12 page chapter was done. I personally call it an achievement to write 12 pages, 5000 words every day in English (which is my third language after Arabic and French) and to have materiel to write day after day, to end up with 24 chapters at the end.

Before I started typing my book on the computer, I had already written about ten chapters, by hand, on my notebook. I kept those aside and typed the rest of the book directly.

When I was done, I went back to type those chapters that I had left and at first it was a relief that I was coming close to wrapping this project. Now that I'm down to the last couple of chapters, it doesn't feel the same anymore. I feel like I'm about to loose something. I had gotten so used to having that purpose, that thing to wake up to every morning, and now that it's almost over I don't want it to be.

I guess this isn't really the end, it's just the beginning.

A couple of months ago, my dream was to be a fifteen year old author, now it's to be a fifteen year old published author.

The first blog I have ever read

I am as new to the whole blogging world as anyone could be.

I always heard about blogs, how they were a way to express your mind without being judged according to who you are. Anyone could give his honest opinion about anything and everything without having to take the blame of what he had to say not pleasing everybody.

I had never read a blog, however. As the matter of fact, reading my first blog (which happened only a few days ago by the way) was by accident. I was twitter and was checking out the profile of one of my favorite Disney actresses, Chelsea Staub. I noticed for the first time that she had a link to her own website on her twitter profile and decided to visit it.

There, I found the first blog I had ever read http://www.chelseastaub.com/blog/ . I absolutely fell in love with the whole thing. I learned from the way she wrote on her blog and the storied she told that she was such a deep person with one of the most interesting childhoods ever. I saw a side of her that I didn't even know existed.

I was absolutely touched by her fairytale like anecdotes and her style and wished to myself that I would ever be able to do what she does. That was the first time I really wished I had a blog and knew what I would do with it.

Before that, when I usually considered having a blog, I always thought that I would be a one topic writer, that I would never stray from the subject that I would choose for my posts to revolve around. That thought never really got me interested in the concept of blogging. I mean, people don't really need to read a million blogs all about the same subjects, topic related blogs tend to feel the same.

The beauty about telling random stories from your childhood is that no two people in the world have lived the same life, or dealt with the same situations the same way. Ten people could all tell about their years as a boy/girl scout, and each time it would be a different story because we don't all handle life the same way.

That's when I decided that if I had a blog I wouldn't sweat and hurt to find knew ways to phrase the same sentence, I wouldn't look for different ways to tell the same story, I would just tell a different story every time.

Why "the apprentice"?

Dear bloggers,

For my first blog, I decided to clarify why I used the word "apprentice" as my blog title.

During the short fifteen years that I have lived on this earth, I have constantly searched for something to define me as a person. I was always too mature for my age. By my second birthday, I had already taken off the diapers, the pacifier, and started talking and walking.

Even at school, I was usually the smartest of my kindergarten friends, I was the first one to learn how to write the letter eight without cheating and drawing two glued circles instead of the correct way to write the number.

Ridiculously minor achievements, I know, but it always felt good to be able to shine at something, no matter what it was.

I had always terrible at sports though, this was mainly caused by being overweight, but that was only a slight contribution. I hated to be sweaty and dirty and that was always the case at the end of P.E. Another reason why I didn't like it was the type of exercises we used to do. Now the exercises have changed and I have come to love that period.

I was always eager to learn. I loved school as a kid. I loved being around people that knew so much more about the world then I did. I loved being able to learn from them.

I loved to learn about how to behave in society, even at age ten, I worried about the right way to set the fork and knife at the end of a meal, a skill which I still haven't mastered by the way. The first thing I remember having learned was how to look up a word in a dictionary. That was an absolute joy.

I was always a beginner, a learner, an apprentice, and that's what I will always be.