Oh Lord.

Say hello to New Moon's Edward.

Winter Break: Two Days Left!

I should be doing:
Bio
Jap

I am doing:
Blogging

Two more days 'till the blissful break! *so excited*. But, like always, before fun comes hard work. So, this week I'm doing so much hard work! Yay! *pick up on the sarcasm yet?* I'm not really being tested, seeing as how my teachers now believe testing this near the end of the semester is foolish *wanna apply that logic to the finals as well?* However, I am being quizzed. . .or big quizzed, as the teachers like to call it. Apparently, they're worth more than quizzes, but less than tests. . .hence the title, "big quiz".

Monday: Hist quiz *Omg I just loooove that Napoleon*
Tuesday: Bio quiz *Three cheers for mitosis you guys!*
Wednesday: Math quiz *Multiplying square roots are SO much fun*
Thursday: No quiz *I don't believe that. . .there's a twist for sure*
Friday: Bio (again) and English quizzes *Oh Lord, I really can't get enough of meiosis, and as for Dante and his endless circles of hell. . .so much fun I'm having*

Is it just me, or do these teachers always go berserk before a break?

Smile, We're Looking

Which mask will you wear today?

We like to see you smile,
That masque hasn't been seen for awhile.

Down on your hands and knees
Cleaning up the mess you made.
A surely contagious disease
That makes us all afraid.

Is it heavy on your chest,
That bundle of lies?
At night, can you even rest
With so much you despise?

But, you've done it again
Yet to learn from mistakes.
Around your foot, there's still a chain
And in your heart, remain the aches.

So, which mask will you wear today?

Where'd You Go?

You know I won't say sorry
You know I won't say sorry

I'm sitting here, nostalgic for my own place.
I miss sitting crooked on my chair, with the laptop at an angle away from the prying eyes of my parents.
I miss doing my hw on my desk in front of the window so I can smell the night.
I miss ignoring my hw when I'm too tired and jumping on my head, with my feet on the head and my head on the foot of the bed.
I miss going downstairs at 11:00 PM when everyone's asleep to get something to snack on so I can get through the night.
I miss waking up to my dad pouring water on my face at always around 5:40-6:00.
I miss hearing my mom yell at my little brothers for the fifty-ith time to get him up "I already gave you five minutes! I gave you TEN minutes! Get up! Now! Up!"
I miss going down after I'm ready to the kitchen to find my dad making my lunch and breakfast.
I miss my dad.
I miss my mom running downstairs to check that I'm not wearing anything 'stupid'.
I miss my mom.
I miss coming home to that familiar smell of my mom's cooking blended with Glade plug ins (Apple Pie)
I miss talking to my 13 year old brother about school
I miss my little brother.
I miss hearing my 10 year old brother run around the house, screaming.
But, he's with me right now. =]
I miss my home.
I miss my family.
I miss their hugs.
Their kisses.
I miss saying goodnight to them 'shabakhere'.
I miss their love more than anything.

Look Closer

I met a girl.

With big brown eyes
Thick black eyelashes
Scraggly eyebrows

I waved
She waved

The girl had

A scarf wrapped around her head
Long fingers with shaped nails
Thin body

I smiled
She smiled

The girl had

A face with round cheeks
Lips that curved in and out
Mocha complexion

I spoke
She spoke

The girl had

Small feet and small hands
A short height
Button nose

I raised my hand
She raised her hand

The girl had

A birth mark beneath her right eyebrow

I had a birth mark beneath my right eyebrow.

I shattered and cried
She stood intact smiling.

Come Back

I hope

To see your eyes fill with light
To hear your melodic voice sing
To feel your soft touch

Again.

I hope

You laugh openly
You love freely
You fly high

Again.

I hope

To see bars of sunlight fall over your face
To hear your whispers of secrets
To feel your warmth with hugs

Again.

I hope

You laugh freely
You love openly
You fly high

Again.

I hope

To find you

Again.

Way Away

Last night, on my way home from a party, my aunt was telling us a story and it went a little something like this:

Around 7-8 years ago, a terrible tragedy fell upon a family friend of mine. This person was going to a party with his family of one son and a wife. At that party they met their neighbors with whom they are close friends. Towards the end of the party, the son decided that he wanted to be dropped at home by the neighbors. The parents agreed. The neighbors left with the son 15 minutes sooner than the parents. Soon enough, the parents decided that it was time to leave too. They drove onto the freeway only to meet bumper-to-bumper traffic. They complained, they moaned, they wished they had taken the road. The deeper they drove into the freeway, the closer they got to the cause of the traffic; an accident. Soon enough, they spotted the flashing lights of an ambulance and police cars. And their neighbors' totaled car. There were two instant deaths among which was the son. He never reached the age of 21.

Do you see how important it is to always be appreciative for the things and people you have now instead of wanting something or someone new? How significant it is to never take things for granted? Because one day that one person you took for granted won't be there anymore and you'll regret not telling them you love them enough.

Misunderstood

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?

I am an open book
With bold letters
Big in size as well
That are not hard to read.
So, why do you always see wrong?

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?

I speak small words
None of which are complex
But found in picture books
A 1st grader could comprehend.
So, why do you always hear wrong?

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?

I commit simple actions
That do not require much thought
They don't cause anyone harm
Or at least I don't intend them to.
So, why do you always think wrong?

Is it too much when I ask to be understood?
When I ask to be seen as more than the funny girl?
When I ask to be heard by my unspoken words?
When I ask to be thought of with relation?

I don't ask for much.
So when I ask now to be understood,
To be pulled out of the shadows,
Please do me a favor
And draw the curtains.

Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away.

I woke up this morning unusually early, sometime around 7. I looked out the window and instantly a smile appeared on my face.

Rain!

I ran to my window and looked down to find the roads glistening with rainwater. I opened my window and took the deepest breath possible. The smell of wet soil and plants filled my noise, and I felt as if my heart would combust with happiness. Man oh man, I just love that rain.

It's as if all your sins and sorrows wash away when the rain slides down your face. I sat at my desk for hours "doing hw" with my window open just for the sake of breathing in the purity of the air after rain showers.

At one point, it smelled like Big Bear, or maybe Yosemite. At another point, it smelled like. . like. . .like something indescribable, yet amazing and overpowering. It smelled like happiness, laughter, smiles, and love. Like my mom after a shower, or my dad after a hard day's work, or my brothers asleep. No, it was a scent stronger than that.

At my desk, in front of my open window, the occasional cool breeze sent goosebumps through my arms, my legs, and my back. Oh, how I love the cool breeze! These past few mornings have been wonderful!! The low fog made it cold, but just cold enough for me to enjoy. And then, today, with the wind blowing lightly reminded me of that joy. How in love with this season I am!

But, now the clouds have passed on to a new lover and the sky is filled with a shocking light blue. Once again I will look into the sky and be able to find the infinite possibilities and dreams tucked under the blue. No longer will I be able to look at the Sun without having to squint, or see Mufasa rolling in from one of the fluffy rain clouds. But, happiness can be found anywhere, if you look hard enough. Am I right?

Missing Jigsaw Piece!

Yesterday afternoon, I sat down at my desk with my pen and paper getting ready to start on my hw.

(Yes I know, no life, but my mom wouldn't let me go out)

On my chair, I found myself gazing out the window in front of me into the vastness of the sky. Only, the sky didn't seem so vast anymore because it was filled to the brim with clouds. All the types of clouds imaginable; fluffy clouds, smooth clouds, wispy clouds. It was really one big jigsaw puzzle already solved. But, I noticed a gap of blue in all those clouds. From this gap poured the purest sunlight. In this small sunray, I saw simplicity and I found that all my problems and worries had vanished all together. It's amazing what you can find under a rock. . .or in a gap in a sky. I cannot remember being so full and happy as I was in that moment, when I was caught in the particles of the sun.

Hear Me Speak

Have you ever read the book Speak? By Laurie Halse?

I'm like the protagonist.


(No, I was not date-rapped. . .)

But, I have some things to say. Some important things. But, I am unable to speak it, as the protagonist is.


Actually, I'm at danger because of these things I have to say, because the words are just gathering up in my mouth, making it full. Soon, it will overload, my mouth will explode, and out of my mouth these words will come. These words are meant for someone in particular, but even if anyone hears them, it is still dangerous. Though, my close friends reading this can only guess, it is still not what they expect, because these are not words of a bottled up love.


These are words of a burning hate.


Am I capable of hate? I bet you didn't know. Neither did I. But, this burning feeling, the shrinking of my heart, the clenching of my fists, and the nails digging into my palm are substantial proof of my hate. I hate this person. But, I hate this person even more for making me feel this hate. I hate to hate.
But, I hate to hate to hate b/c this person deserves my hate! (I hope you got that)

But, then again, hate never really solves anything, does it? Isn't it always forgiveness that brings light?

JFK's Self Doubts.

This is going to be a very political blog. Please excuse it if it is too boring. You'll get over it.

There have been recent discoveries of JFK tapes from 1960. It's not told when these tapes were found, but they were made three days after former president John Kennedy announced he was running for president. These tapes are about his doubts of winning and his worries of losing. In these tapes, he's heard saying that he does not like doing a politician's job, but in order for major change, presidency is where the change is at. He's quoted saying "The center of action, it's the presidency" in these tapes. However, he is also quoted saying "I'd rather read a book on the plane than talk to the fellow next to me" in regards to disliking what politicians do.

All in all, these tapes reveal self-doubt, yes. But they also reveal a level of confidence that is rarely seen. Here is a man who knew he may not have won the election, but he still chose to run for it and "go for the gold".

Woo! Wind! Wow! Wind! Woah! Wind! Woo-Cha!

The palm trees are crooked.

The branches are broken and splayed.

Leaves are scattered across the sidewalks.

Dust is gathered in hallways.

Wanna know why? Because it's WIIIIIIIIIIINDY!

Wind wind wind! I LOVE the wind. Yes, yes I know. Ooooh! The wind messes up my hair! Oooooh! The wind makes my lips chapped! Oooooh! The wind makes it too dusty to see! Bad wind, bad wind, bad wind No! Good wind! I LOVE the wind! I love walking, and having the wind pick up speed then blow from behind you making it feel as if you're flying. I love the wind blowing the collar of my coat around my neck. I love the wind swirling the leaves around, creating mini-tornadoes.

Wind and me are the two most passionate and dedicated lovers you will ever meet.

God.

God is in the rising sun.

God is in the falling fog.

God is in the dew on the grass.

God is in the cooling wind.

God is in laughter I hear.

God is in the white puffs of clouds.

God is in the vast blue sky.

God is in the roots of the trees.

God is in the green of the leaves.

God is in the shimmering lakes.

God is in the smooth of the rocks.

God is in the rolling waves.

God is in the grains of the sand.

God is in the warmth of the sun.

God is in the soft of my mother's hands.

God is in the comfort of my father's smile.

God is in the air between hugs.

God is in the pitter-patter of the rain.

God is in the fall of gravity.

God is in your hearts.

God is in my heart.

God is everywhere.

I can walk alone into the darkness of an empty alley and still feel protected.

I can be flying up in the sky and still know that I am on ground.

I can be doubled over with pain and still know that I am all right.

I can be empty and still be full.

In all of this is God. On the night of September 28, I remembered standing outside around 1 in the morning, and I saw fog falling from the sky. With all the lights illuminating the fog enveloping me, I had never felt so safe and comforted in my life. It made me painfully and peacefully aware of the fact that I am in God's hands, always have, and always will be. I found Him. And, I will hold on to Him until my fingers fall off and my heart stops beating.

I Am Because Of Those I Love.

I am a unique person. The colors I can paint are my own; even Da Vinci couldn't paint my picture. I've reached a high step on the stairs of my life. But, I needed a walker to get me there. In fact, I had 18 walkers help me up. With every step I took, each one of these 18 walkers gave a little piece of themselves to me. When these pieces are put together, I am created.

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My Best Friends

Farihah: Gave me laughter

Fatima: Gave me wisdom.

Nida: Gave me change.

Hira: Gave me morals.

Zaynab B: Gave me beauty.

Dania: Gave me the right to act like myself without a care.

Ranim: Gave me humbleness.

Reem: Gave me forgiveness.

Shaden M: Gave me patience

Nesreen: Gave me strength.

Yusra: Gave me self-esteem.

***
My Best Friends/Cousins

Mehwish: Gave me obedience.

Wardah: Gave me religon.

Hajerah: Gave me wits.

***
My Family

Mummy (Mom): Gave me love.

Pappa (Dad): Gave me respect.

Talha (Younger Bro): Gave me responsibility.

Musaab (Younger Bro): Gave me hope.
***

I am more than grateful, so much more than grateful it sometimes hurts my heart, for these special people in my life. I still have not reached where the stairs are meant to lead me. I look ahead, and I see a countless number of steps waiting for me. I can only hope that with every step I will take, these people will be here to guide me. Even if the bonds of friendship won't last very long, or if I move away from my family, they have given me this little something of themselves that will always be with--no, not with, but a part of me forever and ever and ever.

I Didn't. You Did. But I Still Won't Tell.

This connection will sound childish. . .but have you watched that one episode of That's So Raven? Where there's a babysitter who returns for revenge from the kids who took advantage of her because she was such a pushover. She'd let them walk all over her by taking the blame for all sorts of things she didn't do.

I guess you can say I'm that babysitter. Minus the revenge.

I really do try to be a good, a better person. So why is it that the small things I do will pull on other people's nerves? I, for the life of me, cannot remember being deliberately rude to another person in recent times. I'm being completely honest. Yes, I have snapped at people what with PMSing and stress. But, I always always always apologize to them shortly afterward. I mean, I feel so horrible agonizing them for my troubles, wouldn't you?

Why then am I continuously the one causing trouble?

The question should be rephrased to Am I the one causing trouble? The answer would be: No, I am not.

It is the other (whoever it is, I'm not trying to pinpoint anybody, so if there's someone reading this that feels that this blog is about them, it's not. . . don't fret) that is. . .not causing trouble per say, but overreacting to my normal actions. I know that I'm not what you would call "normal", my actions are often against the norm. I'm weird. Yes, I know (and I don't care). But, can I be so out of the norm to the point where the other will start to get sick of me? Will start to point at minor, insignificant glitches as the source of the problem?

Yes, I suppose they will. I mean, if they're already doing it as I type this blog. . .

But, will I allow it?

If you remember, I'm the babysitter that let the kids eat the cake and take the heat for them. That means that I will allow it. I already am. Am I really that afraid to let the other know how it hurts being named the villain even when I'm trying so so so hard to be the hero? Won't you just let me wear the cape for once? Just let me fly. Let me soar into the clouds as soft as a mother's hands. Just let me and you'll see all my glitches will disappear. You won't have a reason anymore to walk all over me. I don't want to be the bad person anymore. I hate being remembered as the one who [made them cry] [made them mad] [disrupted this] [broke that]. I've already fixed that problem. I don't make anyone cry anymore, anyone mad (excessively mad) anymore, disrupt this, or brake that. So why, why am I still pinpointed as the person who does so? And why can the girl, who is so outspoken in so many other areas, who is known for being loud & opinionated, not speak up for herself? Why can I not speak and silence them forever? I don't want to be the person they always point at when one more cookie from the jar is stolen. Can you not comprehend that fact? Can you not understand that I didn't? I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't.

You did.

I Am Like An Onion -Shrek

I'm going to throw something hard on you guys: I'm not the person you think I am.

*Shocking*

No, seriously. I'm not.

I'm often described as:
- Funny

- Nice

- Annoying

- Helpful

- Obedient

- Argumentative (NOT opinionated, because apparently having opinions is good. . .)

- Straight-Forward (Or painfully honest. . .whichever epithet you prefer)

- Opinionated (NOT argumentative, because apparently arguing is bad. . .)

- Loud

- The "Can't Shut Up" Person

- Happy

- Good (Good in the sense of following my religion and rules)

- Humble


Here's what I really am:
- Dry in humor. I'm only "funny" because I'm hardly aware of the idiotic behavior I project. So, this doesn't make me funny (being laughed with), this makes me. . .someone that's being laughed at.

- I am NOT nice. At ALL. I am the most selfish, rude, manner-less, nonsensical, uneducated, doesn't-hold-doors-or-smiles-at-strangers creature on Earth. If you could read my mind. . .well, I'm the reason why the air is so thick.

- Yes. I am very annoying. I agree with you there one hundred and ten percent. There's nothing you nor I can do to change that. In fact, my nuisance of a behavior has been misinterpreted as being snappy or rude. It's caused trouble.

- I will not say that I am not helpful. I can be of help with your homework, with you're mother's kitchen work, with you're neighbor's lawn. But, those are not actions of the heart. They're more out of obligation and what others will make of them. Lament's terms: I do it to impress people. Which is often seen as "plastic behavior".

- Obedient? Am I really?? Yes, I will do as you say master. But, that's because often times when an adult asks me to do something, the only reason I say yes is because there are other people there and I don't want to cause a scene or because I just don't want confrontation by saying no. I cringe a little on the inside when asked to do something.

- Argumentative. Yes. I am. Very, very argumentative. Wanna know something though? I never, ever, ever say my side of the story. Why? I'm a pushover (you'll be reading about that later. It won't be pretty). I will not say that this is the other person's fault. Not because I care oh so much for your feelings. It's because, once again, the fear of confrontation dominates what comes out of my mouth.

- I will tell you if you have a booger hanging out of your nose, or if you have spinach stuck between your teeth. No, I don't give a crap about YOUR reputation as much as MY reputation. I mean, can I really be seen hanging with someone like that?

- Opinionated, often confused with argumentative. Not the same. Supposedly, people are amazed by others with opinions. But, they are pissed at people who argue. Which is why I state my opinions. I want to amaze people. (Hint hint, shallow)

- Loud. Ohhhhhh yes. I'm loud. I'm louder than the bullhorn your mom will bring to your graduation plus your dad's clappers. No, it's not natural. It's something I always think about before I do it. I'm only loud because I crave other people's attention. See, I told you I wasn't invisible.

- Make me shut up. I can't. It's against my rules to live. This goes back to being loud. I do it to make people look.

- Happy????? Am I really that good of an actress that I've convinced you that I'm happy? I'm not emo, no, so I won't rant about my oh so sad life and my desires to die. . .(which, I assure you, do not exist) But, really, I'm not happy. I have my past to regret, and I'm one to dwell. And doesn't your past make your present. . .which makes your future? All three of mine are screwed up, so I'm not happy. Plus, it seems everything I do triggers someone's nerves. . .so I'm losing friends left and right. Would YOU be happy with that?

- Good, good, good, bad. The one that doesn't fit is that only one that fits me. I may seem like I'm good, but you need to see my insides to understand my outsides. I have a hard time keeping up the. . .good. Usually, from my observations. . .good people are good naturally. It's the bad ones that have a hard time adjusting.

- Humble! Me?!! Nooooo. I love to bloat, to brag, to take pride. Look at me! Look at what I did, what you couldn't do! Look, look, look!


First and foremost, I'd like to congratulate you on making it this far into this blog. I would've expected you to become too disgusted by my true appearance to continue onward. You probably are disgusted, but apparently nowadays, disgusting things appeal to you y'uns. I would seriously like to make it clear that I am not typying up this blog to bash myself for your pity, or for my pleasure. . .I'm doing it because after the month of Ramadan (basically the month of spiritual cleansing), I've come up with one simple resolution: to change. It took me three years to change my outer appearance and to make myself seem "good" to others (you'd have to have gone to middle school with me in order to understand what I've just said). Now, I want to make it count by changing the reasons behind it. I want to actually be humble for the sake of being humble. I want to actually be good for the sake of being good. I want to actually be nice, funny, helpful, obedient, loud and everything else for the sake of it. I want to shed this scaly skin, and slip into one more smooth, more moisturized.

I will change.

Much Appreciated.

Thanks Zack for helping me out with my blog template crisis. I don't what fixed it, but it's fixed and I'm happy.

=]

Help!

I'm trying to change my blog template because I'm getting sick of looking at the current one.

But with every template I try using (btw, I'm using templates from a certain website called pyzam.com), the template doesn't work and it says "Your template could not be parsed as it is not well-formed. Please make sure all XML elements are closed properly.
XML error message: Open quote is expected for attribute "{1}" associated with an element type "border"." What in the world does this mean?!?!?!

1...2...3...Counting Does No Good

Parents are completely out of this world.

They say they love you, would never intentionally hurt you, they claim they would even die for you.

Then why in the world do they get mad at me for nothing?!?!?!?!?!

I'm sure this happens with everyone. You're doing one thing, but you're parents accuse you of doing something other than what you should be doing. So you do the obvious, defend yourself and set them straight, because (duh) who wants to get into trouble for something they're not doing?? But, guess what. You just got into trouble. For what, you ask?? For telling your parents they're misinformed because they truly are misinformed!!

Do they want us to lie, go against all their teachings, and say how right they are when they're wrong?? Should we ignore the problem, something my Kindergarten teachers gave me sad faces for!??

Lord! Parents so easily forget what it's like to be 15. Maybe it's because my parents weren't 15 in this country, and they're just assuming that my teachers too hit me on the hand with a ruler. Blah blah blah blah! Pray tell, what do I do in situations like these????

Unexpected

After school, as I was walking with my friend, Nida, to my mom's car, Nida saw her friend and waved. (what a boring sentence that was) With her friend were three other girls, who evidently needed a ride home. I was hesitant to give them a nod yes because I thought my mom would get mad, thinking that I think she's running a public transportation system. No, Mummy, you're not. Thankfully, she, unlike me, didn't think twice and let them in. "Where to?" I ask, "7-11 at Garfield and Bushard. We can walk home from there." To Garfield we go! But, instead of taking a left, my mom took a right at the staff parking lot exit. We've past at least three streets until my mom points out that she can't find Garfield, and the girls say that we're going the opposite direction. Now, if this were with any of my other friends, or me, my mom would've given this big, entire lecture on how to properly speak when giving directions. Thank God she didn't. So, she take a U-turn, and now we're off to Garfield. We're driving and driving, and the girls are just so chipper and talking the ride away, you can't help but crawl out of your shell and join them. We finally arrive at 7-11 and it's time to depart. The girls tell us that we better start waving hi to them at school. We've just made three new friends. It's odd how you make friends easily in the oddest situations, isn't it?

Blekh.

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Those are the thoughts running through my head currently. No joke, I can't even distinguish my own thoughts. What am I wearing right now? I don't know. Because my mind won't register anything either. Aw man, aw man, aw man. Today is one of those days where every breathe you take is full of regret. I regret getting a tid bit mad at my friend in zero period. I regret forgetting my book report book, thus having to borrow someone else's book (who thank God, had the same book as me) first period. I regret writing the notes too slowly in second period. I regret not participating (again) in third period. I regret not playing as a team for basketball in fourth period. I regret being as social as I usually am at lunch. I regret my being unbearably sleepy in fifth. I regret not getting my classwork done on time in sixth.

Now, I just regret being on Myspace for too long, thus keeping me away from my hw. Speaking of hw. . .I'm out after this very unsuccessful venting.

Boom Boom Books!

Nicholas Sparks.
Great author whose known for his many soft romance novels. Predictable endings, though he is a good author. I do enjoy his endings very much, and despite what this blog portrays, I can't help but feel that no other ending should be in place. But, they're too predictable (repetition makes for a better argument). No matter how hard he may try to build suspense in the story line, I will always know that in the end, Guy and Girl will marry and live together forever. Except for A Walk To Remember. However, even than, Landon married Jamie before. . .I can't spoil the end for those of you neanderthals who haven't read it yet(even though, in a sense, I just did =O ).

Jodi Picoult.
Grrrrrreat author whose specialty is hardcore novels relating to law. Unlike with Nicholas Sparks, I type in multiple r's in the word great because she's just that much more great with writing. I mean, have you read her books? I know you read at least My Sister's Keeper. And if you've read that, than you know that she's the master of surprise endings. You would never, ever see it coming no matter how many times you look back for clues. You would've never guessed that Chris did pull the trigger, that Sarah Fisher was a witness to Katie giving birth out of wedlock, Anna dies in the end after winning her case, that Josie was the one to kill her boyfriend, even if accidentally, and the list can just go on and on. You can never go wrong in picking a Jodi Picoult novel.

There you have it, two of the many authors I am very fond of. Their areas of expertise couldn't be anymore different which is exactly what keeps my bookshelf from becoming a monotony.

9/11

Yesterday was 9/11

Unfortunately, I could not find the time in between all my hw to sign on and post a blog commemorating 9/11 yesterday.

So, to make up, I will do it today.





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Never forget.

Abadabadabada.

Excuse this post.

It is simply here to satisfy the craving I had for posting more blogs.

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Yeah Yeah!

I have a follower.
How cool is that?! I bet all of you guys already have followers, but let's just be kind and humor me.
Yep yep. Thank you Zack for making my day! Whoo cha! =D

In other news, I drowned yesterday.

In homework. (Funeral's this Friday)
But seriously, I slept at 1:30 because of all the homework I had and had to wake at 4 (Because I'm observing Ramadan). I was soo sooooo sooooooooo sleepy during 5th period, I didn't even do any of the classwork. Which is bad, because that means I wasn't productive at all. And that's bad because it means that I'm going back to my old ways. And my old ways are bad because I never did classwork. And, so the cycle starts again.

Ok ok ok. Right now, I'm using this blog as an excuse to procrastinate. So I must now sign out and do my hw. Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

No, this post won't be about war or U2. Just the fact that it's Sunday and it's almost time to pull out my 'I Hate Mondays' cap and Garfield.

Hmmmm. I have a big, fat Kanji packet to do for Japanese and God knows what other homework (I wouldn't know because I so conveniently forgot to check the board on my way out and the FVHS Staff Directory page is down). I also have math homework. Um, and a book report to do for English. The book report is due on the 17th, but I'd like to get it out of my way ASAP.

ASAP ASAP ASAP. I like saying that, it rolls very nicely on your tongue. ASAP ASAP.

Ok, well, I should finish my hw ASAP. =DDD

Cheeriossssss!

Wee Bop De Dop

Lalalalalalala. Lala.

Guess what?

Can't guess??

Oh, come on! I know you know this one!

It's FRIDAY! F-R-I-D-A-Y. Not Thursday, the day of false hopes of possibly catching a fever (which I did catch this morning) so we can start our weekend early. Not Wednesday, the day I had such trouble spelling in 2nd grade. Not Tuesday, the day that comes after Monday. And, no, it's most definitely not Monday because I'm no wearing my 'I Hate Mondays' underwear!

Friday's finally here. My weekend's finally here. The time to catch up on all my sleeping and all my friends is finally here.

Off I go, to start my finally-here-weekend! Tootooloo!

Story of My Life.

Today, at fourth period P.E I get a new lock and put it on my P.E locker. All is well, my locker is fine, my lock is working perfectly. I shed off my clothes and slip into my P.E clothes. I stuff my bad, my books, and my other clothes into my locker. I slam the locker door (because, that's always fun) and I put my lock on. I close it. All is still well, and I skip away with my friends to P.E. I do shoulder exercises, make a new friend whose name is Ereck and enjoy myself. Oh, and what do you know, P.E is over, time to go back to the lockers and slip back into our comfy, stink-free (let's hope) clothes. I dial in my locker combination and pull down on the lock. But wait, it won't open. I try again. And, again it won't open. Hmm, because it's a new lock and I've successfully left the little sheet of paper with the combo in the locker it's possible I'm dialing in the wrong lock combo. Yes, that must be it! So, I go to Ms. Takemoto's office. She is not there, but Ms. Spencer is. "Ms. Spencer," I begin and explain my situation to her. "Oh," Ms. Spencer respnds, "Ok, you need the yellow paper to fill in your information? Ok, here you go." What? I don't need a yellow paper, weren't you listening?? So, I explain again the horrible situation I'm in. "Oh. Ok," the finally understanding Ms. Spencer says, "You need to write down your serial number and go to supervision to ask for the combo." What? Go all the way to supervision during my lunch? I don't think so. But I write down my serial number anyways, planning on doing exactly what Ms. Spencer said. However, Ms. Takemoto walks by and behind her trails a long ray of hope. Changing my mind about going to supervision during lunch, I inform Ms. Takemoto of my situation. She asks for my lock's serial number. Oh no, is she going to tell me to go to supervision as well? No, she is not, because as I think this she dials in the number for the supervision office and asks for a lock combo associated with the serial number. Hooray! It's a successful phone call, because she comes to me with the lock combo. But wait, what? That's the lock combo I've been trying all this time. I tell Ms. Takemoto that, and she herself tries to open the lock. It won't budge, stubborn piece of metal. She tells me my lock is jammed, stuck, unable to open at my will. Oh crap, just great. This is exactly what I needed, to be deprived my books for the next two periods and walking around in my ugly, odorful P.E clothes. Ms. Takemoto, however, advises me to go to supervision after school and have them cut my lock off. Ok Ms. Takemoto, I'll do exactly as you say.

After school, I go to supervision. "I bought this lock. . ." I start off. After explaining my very desperate situation, the supervision lady tells me to go all the way to the locker room and have the P.E coaches call in to request a security gaurd to cut off my lock. Excuse me! I've been waiting in line for 15 minutes for this! Because I was in such dire need to rid myself of my P.E clothes, I did as she told. With my luck, I shouldn't have been surprised when I found that the P.E teachers were not in the locker room. Great, now what? I go back to supervision, and explain my this new situation to the supervision lady (I've got to learn her name). And, because she is so kind, she called in a security gaurd and asked him to cut off my lock and I lived happily ever after. NOT! No one was answering her calls! Why, because they all either went home or had their radios turned off. Nicely done. If this was a school-wide emergency. . . The supervision lady tells me to look for a security gaurd, a specific security gaurd with blonde hair tied in a ponytail and shades. Just another obstacle in my path is what I tell myself to calm down. I go in search for the blondie. And, because God must've been smiling at me in that moment, I find her just where the supervision lady said she'd be. The one good thing that happens in my on-going eventful day. I tell the security gaurd what I had told the supervision lady and Ms. Takemoto. She says she'll meet me in five minutes at the locker room. Yay! I wait there. And precisely five minutes after, she arives with a crow bar and I know that at that moment, I was at my happiest. I go in, show her my locker, and with that glorious crow bar she tries to snap open my lock. It doesn't work the first time and I start to grow uneasy. But, at the second try, my locker door was swinging open with all my beloved contents in it. I finally shed my stinky dinky P.E clothes off after having worn them for at least two hours. And the minute my legs grazed the insides of jeans, I was in heaven. I now have a new locker, 286, with a new lock that opens like it's buttered.

Two Souls In One

Sick of being it all,

And still being nothing.

Tired of standing up tall,

And the continuous hunching.

Knowing and seeing are two divergent things.

Those of which contradicts my well-being

And of this, you need to be aware

That knowing and seeing,

They're two very different affairs.

Uh. . .

Call me a geek, a dork, or just plain weird.

But blogging can be addicting.

Bear with me as I post up several hundreds of blogs in the next hour.

=P

No Food!

Ok. So, as many of you already know (just by looking at me). . .I am a Muslim. Like all other Muslims at this time of year, I am currently starving myself =O I just made it seem really morbid, but the better term for it is fasting. To fast is to restrain from any beverages, foods, and basically anything corruptly. So, in addition to making food and Iced Tea (my fav) scarce in the household, I am also staying away from my beloved iPod, YouTube, Myspace, annnnnnnnnd TV.

I now have a great deal of respect for the Amish. More power to them! Well, on a happier note, I feel very content right now. Like right now I should be doing my tons of Jap hw, and usually a feeling like that rests uneasy with me, but I feel very light right now. Or maybe that's called being lazy. Well, at the end of my very boring blog, I think I shall now go and do that Jap hw. Tanaka Sensei will kill me if I come to school empty handed tomorrow.

Cheerio!