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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Ok, craving over.

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!