Appelle moi...

Wink wink, nudge nudge. Well, that was supposed to be 'call me' in French...

HMPH. Our school textbook said it was 'rappelle moi', but Abby, who is French, said that meant call me back.
And I guess a school textbook would never have something that cheeky anyway.
How shocking it would be!

^^


Anywho, today was pretty absolutely great. Til I got home, but let's get on with the day, first, right? Mm... well, nothing. Math was math. I kinda prefer having it first period in the morning; it's when my brain is clearest and I don't get headaches so easily. And it's more over-and-done-with. And you gotta love Mr V's sadistic sarcasm. I reckon he's the real deal meano teacher, but I have this weird respect for him too.


And then in bio we did a prac. Testing various leaves for glucose. Basically, you grind the leaves into this watery mush, stick them into a test tube with Benedict solution, put it in a beaker of boiling water. Depending on how much glucose is present that's not within starch, the mixture is supposed to turn poo-brown. Various shades. S's one looked like diahorrea. I'm glad we screwed ours up and didn't have diahorrea. But we all stuck  manly stickers on our shoulders... ok, so they were plain white labels. And they were small. But I thought of cool names! Like, Star was a 100 Trillion Cells. And Jess was G.I. Jess. And I was... Agent 007.


Well, until I got to French and Sabrina said she was doubleohseven James Bond. Pshh. So? I turned into Agent 008.

And I got 100flipping% on my French test! YAY!

XD

Ok, then there was lunch, and it was rainy, and me and Star discussed the RP and came up with the teenage assassin idea! And then we had Lit and, well, you know Lit. Literature is Life. You gotta love Lit.


And... I walked home. And life was good. And I went to taekwondo. I'm worried that the toughness will never rub off on me... I need to grow a spine!! And eat some cement! It's not that I'm that scared of getting kicked... well, except from the black belts, but they rarely come and Coach always tells them to go easy. But me getting kicked is fine. I just seem to have issues kicking them. They're either my friends or people I don't know too much. Don't get me wrong, I fight with my sisters and we get physical, but in class... I just can't stand kicking people. Eventually. Eventually their uber toughness will come to me.


Then, I got picked up by my dad and my sister. See, they went and bought her a new laptop. Originally, I would have been superdy excited for and with her, but today she blew it. Ok... this is bragging, right?

What brand is yours?... oh, well, mine is this!

Mine's faster than yours!

Mine's black!

Mine looks so snazzy and small!

Is that bragging? Or is it being genuinely excited for yourself? Because, to me, genuine excitement for oneself would sound more like this...

EHMAGAWD, you know my new laptop? It's this brand, and it's superdy fast, and it's black! Black! I love black! And it just looks so flipping snazzy! And tiny! It's cute!

Am I wrong? Blowing things out of proportion? It's just that... why do you have to always be happy by comparing yourself? Don't get me wrong, I've done it at times. Sometimes you just have to. Like when you've just completed a test, and although you passed you didn't do that great. At those times you think: At least I didn't get as bad as so-and-so, right?


And I understand that. I do that too. But for everything? When you can get happiness directly from something without worrying about someone else, can you not just appreciate it the way it is? For example... ok, when Linchy gave me 'The Woods', my first hyperventilating reaction was to show my sister. I shoved it in her face squealing 'look what Linchy gave me!'

I did not say: 'Haha, look what my friend got me! Do your friends ever do that?'

Then she played the jealous card, but I don't think she was being serious, and I played along.

But today, getting her laptop, she sits their just comparing her new one to my one. And it's like that for everything! I come home happy that I get a 100% on my French test, she reminds me that she got 100% on her Legal SAC a while back, and how hers is more important. She borrows a top of mine, and see, when I wear my clothes, well, I just wear them. When she wears them, say, this top, she throws on a belt as well as a cardigan and puts her headscarf all fancy. Which is a bit excessive to me, but if she wants to, ok. But then she starts going on about this is how you wear your clothes, you're supposed to spruce things up and accessorise, how I may as well be dressing like a guy the way I wear things... on and on. Ok, if she wants to look pretty, so be it. But must she start going on about me?


And it's not just her! It's what everyone seems to do for everything! If I get said good marks, my parents would want to know if it's the highest, what other people got, before they decide if I've done well. Whenever they go out to some house with a kid my age, they'll come back with lectures of 'why can't you be like so-and-so, she always wears this, she always listens, she always blah blah di blah...'


And our flipping education system! I'm not sure of the specifics, but I know for a fact that a) it's you against everyone else in the state, and b) if everyone doesn't do so well, you get scaled down, and vice versa. Can't you just do your exam, get your mark, and not have to be put next to everyone else? I'm not saying getting the highest mark in general. I'm talking about how your mark apparently depends on how everyone else does. Like, what the fish?

See, if everyone just stopped worrying about everyone else, if we just stopped comparing ourselves for every single thing and we just learn to appreciate the way we are, well, I think we'd be much happier people.

Just sayin'.

ATM:


Reading: Poison Study. Maria V Snyder. Jess lent it to me... let's see how good her taste is, ja?
Writing: The Faux Princess. I've returned to it, although I'm playing with an idea for Linchy's contest.
Listening to: Doorway to My Dreams. JoJo. Come awn, that's a real love story.
Feeling: Tired. 'Tis getting late...


Just let me put those words up...

How can you measure the promise for love

When it's weighing against

a chance that comes once?

How can I leave when I know he's the one?

When the dust settles he might not be here

Now I'm standing with you

in this terminal

Crying my eyes out in tears...

Peace in,
Laila

Nature Never Lies!

Yeah, take that suckers!

Um, no, it wasn't aimed at anyone in particular. But you know, it's just so cool.

I have nothing really to blog about. The weekend was tiring and baby-filled (booyah!), but I think I've outranted myself to various friends already.

Hey, Linchy, weren't those ladies at the lecture thing absolute camelsnotheadsanddonkeybuttsanddogpoos?!?! Yeah, yeah?!

Ok.

And school was fine, ok. No negativity, which is lovely. Ohmy, I'm so spoilt! I'm not even used to it... it's so weird I don't know how to handle it...

:/

Yesterday, Linchy gave me 'The Woods'.

[inserthyperventilationsessionhere]

I want to hug you Linchster, I do, but I won't. I've put myself on a leash again.

Anyway, 'cause I went to the lecture yesterday, I didn't get to go to Chaddy with Star and Mia. But... but Mia bought me a notebook thing, two awesome pens, an icecream eraser, a bracelet, a mug and a bag!
:O

Right?

Yes?

I don't know how to take these things! It's not that I don't like presents (I LOVE PRESENTS)...it's just that... I'd love to buy everyone presents, but on the one hand it feels like I'm just repaying debts, and that's why I understand Katniss's feelings in the Hunger Games. On the other hand, when I do get the opportunity to buy something anyway, I just feel like... so... I don't know. It feels like I'm not putting effort, I'm just trying to keep up with them - 'cause if I buy them a book or whatever, it's like... well, they have money. They can buy it themselves. Is it really that special if I buy it for them?


I would love to make my friends things... but I don't have the equipment, the materials. I'd love to paint someone a picture or something. I will, one day, when I get my own allowance or something. And I swear, it shalt be from the heart.


^^


Ok, that's it. Other than the fact we got our proper art teacher back (although people have told me she's going to be just as boring, at least she doesn't seem to mind my random scribblings), everything is okie-dokey-smokey.
And, now, on to nature. I realised I have some nice photos of various places we went on holiday and I thought I'd put them up for Sam... and you too Linchy. Whoever cares.




Here goes:

    

Our country holiday...





Philip Island...





Melbourne City!







And an afternoon at the beach...



There are more, but it takes too long to load. And, ok, the city isn't nature... but hey, without the trees and the sky, it would be ugly. So shut up.

*sighs dreamily* Masha'allah, thank GOD there's nature to make up for all the man-made rubbish we have these days.

ATM:

Writing: Untitled. Working on a shortlong, I like it but we'll see how it turns out...

Reading: Nothing. As in, nothing right now. I will, soon.

Listening to: Gypsy. Shakira. Duh, you gotta love gypsies.

Feeling: Deliciously spoilt. Speaks for itself, no?

^^

'Cause I'm a gypsy

Are you coming with me?

I might steal your clothes and wear them if they fit me

I don't make agreements

Just like a gypsy

And I won't back down 'cause life's already bit me

I won't cry

I'm too young to die

If you gon' quit me

'Cause I'm a gypsy

Peace in,

Laila

A Really Small World

Remember I said 'what a small, dark world we live in'? Yeah, replace 'dark' with 'strange'.


The weirdest thing happened today. It was completely gobsmacking. A total O.M.G. moment.

O_O

So you know I go to classes, right? Religous classes? Yes? Wait, lemme copy + edit the message I sent to Sam:


So there's one of the teachers, she's like, amazingly funny, inspiring and stuff, just like all of them, and she's also a revert (this is not because I'm labelling her, it's 'cause this is an important factor). I've known her about a year now? So yes, and they also have classes on Wednesdays, but it's during school hours and it's the one my mother goes to, and lately it's being held at our house, and this sister, she was praying in my room, and after she finished, she just saw this mug on my desk and... it's my kindergarten mug, right? It's got all the names of the kids in my kindy class and....
It turns out I went to the same kindergarten as her son. As in, like, HE WAS IN MY FLIPPING CLASS!

:O

ASLDJFASJF.

IT'S MINDBLOWING.

This is why we didn't pick it up earlier, it was before she was a Muslim, and they've changed names since. But STILL. SHEET. PILLOW. WOW.


// end of edited message. Isn't the freakytimesten? I feel so... squashed. Haha.


Obviously, this news was given to me when I came home, as in, I'm walking up the steps and my mother comes out 'cause she's going to pick up my little sisters, and that's the first thing she tells me. Gave me a heart attack.


But it prompted us to go looking for my kindy photos to stalk this guy... do I remember him? Well, yes and no. I remember faces from kindergarten, and names. Most of the time I can't connect these names to faces, but I can remember what these faces and their bodies did.


So anyway, he wasn't all the class picture, I'm guessing he came a little late? But I found these other pictures of myself, and I'm just a little excited to say I didn't always look like a weird alien thing. No, seriously! I find that in my baby/kid photos, I look stupid. But I actually looked normal in some. Funnily enough, these tend to be around animals. What does that say to you?

As for today... my disappointment in humanity sort of dwindles on increasing, but more leaning towards the teenager population.

The world thing: apparently, by the Geneva law stuff, we can't get involved with Libya because there are no Australians there. You can only get involved in another country's personal affairs if it affects your people.


So you know, you can totally ignore mass genocide because no one from your country is getting killed. How selfish and cruel is that? But no, I won't rant. These big issues are too much for my little brain.


Here, let me talk about teenagers. I'm very disappointed in a certain friend of mine. I'm finding her to be very shallow, self-centered and ... well, downright annoying. No names mentioned, of course, and I'm not actually showing her I'm mad. But honestly, the basic problem is, when some issue does not affect her or her interests, she doesn't care. And... how to say this? She has this person, celebrity, she admires, which is fine with me. But she's acting like he's God or something. Like, whoever this guy meets, that person is immediately and indefinitely amazing. Never mind they're a self-obsessesed filthy rich useless celebrity. No, once again, no names, not even on the celebs. But I'm finding this friend to be... unsympathetic, misunderstanding and a little impatient. Sometimes, when I'm upset, she makes a big deal about getting me to spill. But then she doesn't understand, or even act like she's trying. I understand, we've been brought up differently, but when she complains I try to empathize as best as I can, but she won't... do the same. Sigh. I will work this out.


On the other hand, I love Jane. Eh, why do I keep italicizing that? Probably the sortof inside joke behind it. But I swear, she is one person who understands me! Sort of! And she also thinks on the same wavelengths as me sometimes, it's freaky! Like... on Oprah and other celebs in general. And she described it in the perfect sense it was almost Islam. Admittedly, she can be a little cynical. But I know from her upbringing she has a right to be.

What a gangster!

Anyway, the rest of the day was the same ol', same ol'. Art assignment peeing me off, but eh, I can survive. And we have to make this dream board thing in GS, which makes me feel like I'm in grade 3, but it's ok. Better than boring learning style rubbish.


ATM:


Writing: Nothing again. I'm sorry! I'll get round to it.
Reading: The Rosie Black Chronicles: Genesis. Lara Morgan - EHMAGAWD! 'Chronicles'! Meaning, there's bound to be a second book! I'm excited and I haven't even finished this one!
Listening to: Ta Ra Rum Pum. Which is not an English song, no, and no, I don't speak Hindi. But it holds lovely memories.
Feeling: Generally relaxed. I took a 1hour40min walk, which felt gooood...


Well, no song again, but here's another Prophet (SAW) quote, I believe it was inscribed on his sword?

Forgive him who wrongs you;

join him who cuts you off;

do good to him who does evil to you;

and speak the truth even if it be against yourself.

Peace in,
Laila

Save meeee! They're trying to kill me!

NO, I won't save you! I'm saving up for a new jacuzzi!


...

What is a jacuzzi?

It doesn't matter. That is generally what people are like when they say no to the asylum seekers. Generally. Others just don't really care.

I get you, Jane, I'm losing faith in humanity too!

My sister's Issue of the Semester (or term) is about letting the asylum seekers in. A lot of people say you can't argue emotion, but seriously, we're humans, aren't we? Emotions are a vital part of our existence. Even if you can argue ths topic logically.


But I just cannot understand how people can have the hearts to say; 'No, send the flipping boats back! We can't afford them! They'll take over our jobs! They get better treatment! Tell them to apply properly for a Visa and all that bunch of crepes!'


>.<

Honestly, they're people, human beings who are coming here in search of asylum.

Define: Asylum (noun)

refuge: a shelter from danger or hardship

mental hospital: a hospital for mentally incompetent or unbalanced person

Ah, ok, ignore the second one. The first one is what they're here for. Danger or hardship. What kind of a person are you to let someone go back to danger or hardship? Where are your hearts, people? If some poor woman turned up on your doorstep, begging to be let in because some crazy murderer is chasing after her, are you going to tell her to scram because she didn't phone you to give you early notice or get your permission? Will you kick her out and let the psychopath do what he wants to her because she didn't have her school ID on her? Because quite frankly, people, when you say 'send the boats back', you're doing exactly the same thing, on a much larger scale.


And papers! Papers, why do people need papers to escape from danger? To seek safety? Believe it or not, it's not flipping illegal to turn up on the shores of any country in your little rowboat looking for safety, because the UN laws actually say it's ok, and double-believe it or not, Australia helped write them.
:O


Wow, right? Take that, suckers.


Oh, wait, it costs money! Of course, I should have realised money is more important than human lives! Dang! I should have been more sympathetic, right?

[Laila goes and screams abuse into her pillow]

(Not really, but it sounds cool)

Money! We can't afford to keep the refugees who came here on the trust that Australians are good people who want to help the world! Oh no, we can't afford it at all, because we have to pay for the fireworks when Oprah came! Suh-nap! Her visit to Australia cost $3.3 million dollars, but we can't afford to help people who are on the run for their lives, oh NOOOOO! How could you even think such a thing?


See, we can keep murderers and rapists alive in jail, pay for them to get education and snazzy meals, but innocent families who just want some peace? Nuhuh. We can pay footy players and all those sportstars whoknowshowmanydollars to have the top-class accomodation and equipment for whatever country they go to, to hit and kick balls, but the pregnant lady, the desperate father, the helpless children that washed up on our shores trying to escape death? Too much man, too much.


Note: Australia is ranked 91st in relation to the nation’s wealth… those which can afford to take in refugees. Gah, you don't know how much self-control this is taking me to stop internet-screaming. Must. Hold. It. In.


So, logically, some of the good people say; 'Hey, let them stay. They'll work here, and it'll be good for our economy in the end, right?'


But then the smartasses reply......OHMYGOSH! I said... a bad word. It doesn't matter. Right now, they deserve it.


That's how mad I am.


Anyway... those losers, they say; 'No, they'll take the jobs of our kids. Plus, they don't even know how to do anything.'


Uh, firstly: complete contradiction. If they don't know how to work, how can they possibly take over your kids jobs?


Which one should I tackle.. ok, they don't know how to do anything. May I please remind you there are fathers and mothers on these boats. Old people too. Do you honestly think they can't do anything at all? Mothers cook, clean, raise children. No, they can't do anything, can they? Fathers... wow, their talents extend to all sorts of things. But they're protectors, for God's sake! If they can't do anything, how the heck can they possibly maintain a family?


Everyone can do something. Ok? Everyone. These refugees don't come here because they can't do anything; they come here because they need safety. They have brains! They have working limbs! They can do stuff! And their children can be put in schools and trained, and hey, even if they couldn't do anything, you can train 'em as well!


Then those... camelsnotheads say it would cost too much money to train them. Ok, fine, I won't go back to Oprah and other stupid celebrities, but say it did cost a lot of money. If you train them hard, train them well, in the end whatever it cost will be paid back to you when they get into the workforce. They can do so much! You'd be able to open more businesses and whatever nonsense! You can fill in little things! Like, have all these mothers cook in schools, for lunch and recess! Can you picture it? Proper, healthy meals for your kids instead of all the junk they stuff down their throats? Isn't it nice? You don't have to give them the best, top, business owner job! Just give them little things here and there!


And if you think like that, then you have absolutely nothing to worry about them stealing your precious little kiddie's job, ok?


Let me go back for just a second, ok? If you can afford to train murderers and rapists in jail, give them various courses, why can't you do the same for a person who deserves it much more?

(Yup, don't even get me started on capitol punishment ^^ )

Anything I've left out... oh, ok, they get better treatment. Do they? Really? While you and your hubby and single daughter rock it up in a two-storey house with two spare rooms and they're in a detention centre, do they really get better treatment? Puhlease. The next time you see a refugee who's up there in a highrise apartment with the best paying job in the world, phone me, ok?


What we do to asylum seekers is throw them in detention centres, which...  read this mini-article:


UN High Commissioner of Refugees
The detention of refugees and asylum seekers is an exceptional measure and should only be applied in the individual case, where it has been determined by the appropriate authority to be necessary in light of the circumstances of the case and on the basis of criteria established by law in line with international refugee and human rights law. As such, it should not be applied unlawfully and arbitrarily and only where it is necessary for the reasons outlined in ExCom Conclusion no. 44, in particular for the protection of national security and public order (e.g. risk of absconding). National law and practice should take full account of the international obligations accepted by States, including through regional and universal human rights treaties.
Initial periods of administrative detention for the purposes of identifying refugees and asylum seekers and of establishing the elements for their claim to asylum should be minimised. In particular, detention should not be extended for the purposes of punishment, or maintained where asylum procedures are protracted.
There is a qualitative difference between detention and other restrictions on freedom of movement. Many States have been able to manage their asylum systems and their immigration programmes without recourse to physical restraint. Before resorting to detention, alternatives should always be considered in the individual case. Such alternatives include reporting and residency requirements, bonds, community supervision, or open centres. These may be explored with the involvement of civil society.
 Geneva Expert Round Table 8-9 Nov 2001, Summary Conclusions on Article 31 of the 1951


Oh see, it's almost illegal what we're doing. The UN is actually very peed with us. Just so you know. Isn't everyone just dying to be in a detention centre right now? I mean, come on, it's better treatment.

Have I gone on for too long? Can I just say a few more things?

Like, we have soldiers in Iraq, in war conditions, but we still don't accept all refugees from there? Like it's not obvious that they are running from something dangerous? And that we kinda caused that dangerousness?


And to those people who say that 'boat people' aren't even refugees? 90% of ‘boat people’ are eventually found to be legitimate asylum seekers, fleeing persecution and death in their home country.


Burrrn.


And for those of you who dare to look down upon countries such as Iran and Pakistan? While Australia is ranked 47th in the world for taking in refugees, the top countries are Pakistan, Iran, Syria, and Germany.

So. Suck. It. Up.

Ok, exhaling time.


No, my day has not been one of complete turmoil. My bio SAC went ok, I'm not really sure until the results come. It was kinda funny actually.
Eric looks over at our experiment and goes: 'Ew, your test tube is so ugly! What did you do to it?'
And I said: 'Yep, that's why we named it Eric.'

:P

No hardfeelings though, we're just joking around.

And the rest of the day went smooth, I guess. Taekwondo was the usual workout. I bonded more with Coach's daughter. She's such a sweetie! And she was showing me the photos on her dad's phone, and there was this one of her in a tradition Afghan outfit and I was like AWWWWWWWWWWW.

And then I came home and ate custard and wrote this.

ATM:


Writing: I won't lie, I haven't done any storywriting as of late.
Reading: The Rosie Black Chronicles: Genesis. Lara Morgan. Am loving this book.
Listening to: Nothing right now....
Feeling: Relieved. Finally got that rant out. I won't say what prompted it, but yeah...


Mmm, no song words
But I'll leave you with a beautiful quote from the Prophet (SAW),
 which is much more valuable than any song...

 Do not envy one another;

do not hate one another;

do not turn away from another;

and do not undercut one another,

but be you.

O servants of Allah, brothers.

Peace in,
Laila

Justice?

So a couple of years ago...


My mama was pregnant with #3, I think. I'm pretty sure it was Asma, but it could have been Haleemah. And it was at night and we were driving home from some dinner, and my dad stopped at a red light. From nowhere, this flipping lunatic comes crazy-speeding and slams into the side of our little family car, before skidding and screeching off.


It was the side my mother was sitting on. Me, too, in the back seat. I could feel the dent it made in the car, it's one of my really vivid childhood memories. It was a nightmare.


My dad got down the number plate of that car. He also took photos of the damage to our car. And he went to the police.


He gave them the issue, he gave them evidence. He got nothing.


I swear, they didn't do anything. It was just like, 'yeah, we'll go check it out', 'yeah, we'll call you back'. And that's it! My mother was PREGNANT! I'm not exaggerating the damage to the car! It was like a really deep dent, it could of... I don't even want to think about it.

Now let's forward to the present day.

Yesterday, in the morning, I was going to taekwondo. My daddy parked on the road, so we were sitting in the car as he was about to reverse. This lady comes along, and she's waiting to go past. My dad puts up the hand signal for 'stop', but she misinterprets it and think he means 'keep going'. So she drives behind the car, my dad is still reversing, and ouch.


Now, it wasn't anything big. Minor scrapes. It's, in my perspective, a misunderstanding. My dad gets out, they have a chat, it goes on.

Point one: not in contempt, but it is her mistake.

Point two: in Australian law, if there's an accident with a car at the back to a car at the front, the car at the back has to pay. In this case, she was at the back.

Point three: Even if my dad did say go, she shouldn't have because it would have meant going into the opposite lane, where the cars are coming in the opposite direction. Uh, logic?

So here me and my daddy are thinking, well, that's sorted. I was relieved 'cause I hate it when I see people get out of cars and scream at each other.

Today,  a policeman turns up on our doorstep because of that [insertbadwordhere] from yesterday.

Exactly what are the flipping police doing?

Seriously, they can't be bothered looking up a drunk who nearly killed a pregnant woman + two (or three) kids and who knows? He could've caused much more damage then just us. But oh, they have plenty of time to turn up on the doorstep of a hardworking father just because some stupid woman who doesn't want to pay for a paint job that was her fault in the first place!

Why don't people just admit to their faults?

Why can't the police pick up the right priorities?

I remember Star sent me a dearblankpleaseblank once:


Dear government officials,

Thank you for spending incredible amounts of time and money shutting down Limewire and arresting all those who downloaded. Those music thieves are much more dangerous than murderers, rapists, and robbers.
Sincerely, I'm sleeping much better now.


Do you see what I'm tryna say?


But you gotta love my mother. I didn't actually get to see, but apparently she went out there and said to the policeman that he can go and dig up whatever he wants to get some what stupid evidence, but we'll take it to court and we'll win. Along those lines anyway.


XD

And my dad just mentioned that the police guy did understand. I just don't get their priorities!

>.<


Anyway, I just felt like blowing. I'm not mad. Long weekend! I'm halfway through my art, which was the aim. I'll do maths and that's it. Maybe I'll go sketch more ballerinas. Hey, I'll even put them up on here.


Mmm.... ok, ATM:


Writing: The Faux Princess. I just ditched the prompt contest, it was simply too far on the romance front.
Reading: The Rosie Black Chronicles: Genesis. Lara Morgan. I'm loving it! C'est gangster! Only, the whole Pip + Rosie thing seems too fixed.
Listening to: Ordinary Day. Vanessa Carlton. It's the Peter Pan song, I swear!
Feeling: Neutral. As in, I was grumpy, but not now. I'm in the stage between the past and picking a new emotion.


Peter Pan! He's our man...

Just a day, just an ordinary day

Just trying to get by

Just a boy, just an ordinary boy
But he was looking to the sky

And as he asked if I would come along

I started to realize

That everyday he finds

Just what he's looking for

Like a shooting star he shines

He said

Take my hand

Live while you can

Don't you see your dreams lie right

In the palm of your hand

Peace in,
Laila

Everything is too much!

Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I'll stop being lazy. Don't give me that look. Shut up.


Hah, there was this advertisement, and it said 'reclaim your brain'. Man, I didn't even notice it was gone.
XD


Ok, ok. So I was like, in this weird depressionish state. Not like, emo, just... the title. 'Everything is too much'. It was like school was burying me alive, while general life was trying to keep me under icy cold water. Pleasant, right? But eh, I'm ploughing ahead. Life goes on.

Soooo, what happened this week?

Well, taekwondo this week has been superdy awesome. Tuesday and Thursday. Ok, Tuesday... I bonded with Coach's daughter, she's so cute! And there was this moment when these two other boys were talking, so Coach shoves her between them to shut them up, and he's like:
"Don't talk to Fatima! You're not allowed to talk to my daughter anyway!"
And he fixes them with this glare.
And for us oldies, like myself, we know he's joking 'cause he's saying it in the way a dad would say it around their teenage daughter and company.


:P


And today... ok, mini rant. So, one girl at taekwondo, and no names will be mentioned because as soon as names are mentioned I consider it backstabbing, but yes, one girl at taekwondo does not want to be there. Let me bold it: She does not want to be there. You getting it? Anyway, Coach partners me up with her, I have no qualms. But just because she doesn't really... care, does she have to bring me down with her? I mean, everyone's getting a workout, and she just wants to talk and talk... oh, and she wanted to go the bathroom, which is also fine, but why do I have to go with her? She makes it sound like I don't want to be there either. Or, I shouldn't. But she's nice! That's the issue here. She is genuinely a sweet, likable girl. And I cannot bring myself to say 'DUDE! CAN WE PLEASE WORK HERE?!?!?! I'M DYING TO KICK!!'
But what can you do?


But I said it was good, right? Both days? So yeah, it improves. I joined up with... lemme call her Princess. So when we sparred, I partnered with Princess, and I'm not saying intense, but it was fun. She's good! I wish she'd go to competition! But Yusra said she won't be able to handle the pain... Yusra's hilarious. And uh, Sofie. I had to spar with Sofie, who is lethal I tell you, but Yusra's dad was on the side, coaching me, and I actually did an apparently superdy good back kick! YESHHHHHHHHH! You don't understand! Sparring and I are not usually very good combinations! But he was so proud! And yet... it is still a lethal combination... let's say the kick was great, but it also hit a little... below... the belt....


O.o

I apologized! I did! And knowing me, it wasn't vicious. But I'm so proud! I'm doing something right!

XD


On other notes... school is still a meh. As in, everything's going steady... the whole 'burying alive' thing just feels like everything is suffocating me slowly. I just want to... run. Don't have all these upcoming tests and SACs, just.... future burdens.

I want to drop out.

But what would I do with my life? I don't want to disappoint anyone, so yeah.


Life.

I was talking to... Jane the other day. What she told me?

On Facebook, the biggest 'it' thing is Justin Bieber's haircut.

Tumblr's biggest thing? Saving Libya.

What does that say to you?

And the other day, my parents randomly visited this family my dad used to stay with when he first came to Australia, and apparently they were gonna visit this chick with cancer.
The next day, Linchy's parents are going to that chick's funeral.


...


What a small, dark world we live in.

HAPPY THOUGHTS!

I saw my nuuu babyyyy cousin! So cute! So adorable!

I want to eat him!

Why do we want to eat things of epic cuteness/goodlookingness?

Anywho, it don't matter. I have pictures. I will post pictures.

His name is Abith.

But that day, (Tuesday, btw) Hali was hyperrrrrrr. No kidding. She just screamed and scream, for joy (obviously, because I was there. Duh) and ran around and wouldn't sit still.

I love her too. And Hiba... such a sweetheart.

Pictures:

Squeeeeeeeee!

ATM:

Writing: Mixed. No, that's not a title. I'm trying to write for this prompt contest, I don't want to disappoint, but I can't!

Reading: The Rosie Black Chronicles: Genesis. Lara Morgan. It's getting goood.

Listening to: Everything. Michael Buble. Fitting, no? J'adore his voice.

Feeling: Mumbo jumbo. Indescribable?

Everything!

And in this crazy life

And through these crazy times

It's you, it's you

You make me sing

You're every line

You're every word

You're everything

Peace in,

Laila