These Fairytale Days...

Yep, I watched some of that wedding.

Oh, come awn, why does a huge group (that like to pretend they're a small group) say WHY'S IT SUCH A BIG DEAL GET OVER YOURSELVES THEY'RE JUST PRETTY FIGUREHEADS IT'S JUST A WEDDING! ?


...


My respect for Kate Middleton just flew up, up and awayy! Firstly, she wanted trees inside the avenue place. Secondly, her dress was so pretty and conservative. Thirdly, the best yet - she said she didn't want wedding gifts. Married to a prince, she has everything. And so she said if anyone wanted wedding gifts, give it to charity.


Does that not make her admirable?


And I like weddings. May it sound girly, but I think a proper reunion like that is beautiful and sweet. When said lady was dating the prince, I didn't really care. But marriage - awww!

x)

So I watched the start and the end and it was lovely.


The middle was taken up by class. Boy, I love this class. Ok, some focus points: -

"God will not give you a burden you cannot bear."

So when everything in your life seems to be going down the toilet, just think: GOD KNOWS I CAN GET THROUGH THIS. SO I WILL.


Seriously, take that perspective on life and suddenly everything is so easy.

"Sometimes people treat 'Muslim' as a label with no action."

Apparently there's some Turkish - ech-hem - 'Muslim' chick who's an actress and got on the  cover of Playboy and is now getting 'death threats'.


Ignorance. Since when did Muslims get in that kind of industry? Actress? Seriously? Does she really seem like a Muslim to you? And posing for Playboy - come awn!! What practising, knowledgeable Muslim would do such a thing?!


And it's not just her... it's these 'death threats'. We're not supposed to do those things full stop. We should be trying to negotiate, talk to her, help guide her.


Then the media picks up on this and blows everything out of proportion and you can just hear the ka-ching of coins entering greedy pockets for how much this story makes. Like, whatever!

"Allah (SWT) does not need out prayers; we do."

We went through that story of how the Prophet (SAW) was taken up through the levels of Paradise and how our prayer was given to us - it started from 50 and got reduced to 5 prayers a day, but they still equal 50. Merciful? Yes. Then we were talking about how the prayers help us to just pause in our busy lives and make a connection with God, just slow down and get some spiritual fulfillment. I'll admit that when I pray, it's so hard for me to concentrate and it made me so jealous to hear them talk about how serene they feel when I'm just having this mental battle and screaming at myself to CONCENTRATE! I mean, it's like the Outlandish song said - 'it's hard to have a one-sided conversation.' Yeah, we know He's listening, but it's still hard to keep on track when there's no reply, right? But that's what I love about our religon. I've said it before; we don't have to be perfect, we just have to do our best.


And then Sister N was telling us about how this drunk lady approached her and her family after the AFL - that's more of a you-had-to-be-there-to-appreciate it moment though. It WAS huhlarious.


Then at the end of class, my older sister was telling them of the Evil Glav (her Italian teacher) who basically has issues. Picture this: a fifty-year-old woman clubbing with former students, whining about life to her present students, encourages rebellion and has never been married or had kids. Generally a sad picture. She has some kind of obsession with my sister (I have absolutely no idea why) and just picks on her all the time. She says my sister is an uptight, serious, over-stressed freak. She says that every year, one student in her year 12 class goes wacko and this year she thinks my sister is the one. When my sister tries talking, it's just this constant questioning, pushing, trying to make her conform to the teachers thoughts. When my sister tries shutting up, she's a depressed girl that needs help.

I mean: What. The. Flip?!?

And then comes the lovely bit; Sister Hannah... awww, she's just so sweet. I kid you not. She was offering all sorts of advice, telling my sister to bring this teacher to our class so she could 'deal with her'. And, upon leaving, she's like; 'I'm sorry, but when someone picks on someone I care about - mother lioness comes out!'

Like... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

What else? Oh, so at lunch I found this cellphone. After a bit of prodding on Star's part, I figured out who it belonged to. I then made S deliver it to said owner - that girl is sort of in the popular, intimidating group, and though I have talked to her, I... would rather avoid it - and I would say that that's my A.R.K. of the week? Because I was encouraged to keep it ^^


Oh, and apparently they gave S a dollar after for 'finding and returning it'. And I didn't steal that dollar. Whatcha say?


And... I did a Lit SAC. I think I passed, but not greatly.

And... my eyelash is 1cm long (naturally).

And... for a minute, my heart beats 52 times.

Just some random facts.


Ok, ATM:


Reading: From My Sister's Lips. Na'ima B Robert. Started, and so far so good.
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Though I think I'ma rewrite it, I'm afraid it's getting too long and stuff...
Listening to: Nothing right now.
Feeling: Lovely.


Duh. Quote that Star sent me:

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue?

Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom?

Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss?

No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections.

We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them.

The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.

~Robert Brault

Peace in,
Laila

Frisky!

In the words of that dude in that Kurt Schneider video about something or another....
I'm feeling frisky!!

I WANT AN ADVENTURE!

Does no one feel this sort of... boredom... or restrained feeling that I feel?


I just want to go somewhere and do something crazy. Climb a mountain. Trek across a desert. Feed a lion. Swim in an underwater cave. SKY DIVE!


>.< And despite what everyone says about school setting you up for the future, I think it more or less holds you back. Don't get me wrong- learning is important. Education is too. But I don't think it has to be stuck in a classroom. I don't think it needs to be pressurized onto us like it's life or death and the only way you can live. I don't think we have to learn useless things like methods to get a job that won't even require it.


We always have to live for the future! I mean, when you're born, you are raised carefully and prepared for kindy, which prepares you for primary school, which prepares you for high school, which prepares you for, say, uni. Which prepares you to get a job. Earn money to look after a family and make sure your kids are good to go when they grow up. And then you retire and wait to die.


... I don't think we need to pleasure seek for everything, but I don't think we need to be held back from working like... in the here and now. If you want to continue with education, yeah, ok, but if you don't... why waste your time?!

Ok, I'm feeling a little crazy. So yeah, bear with me.

EHMAGAWD, yesterday, I watched an episode of Supernatural. Boy is it creeeepy! Creepy awesome, though! And I mentioned it to S today and she's apparently like a die-hard fan and she loves me now and she's lending me the first season....
x)


AND, EHMAGAWD, AND, she's going to call the hospitals for me! For work experience! Can you believe her? I LOVE HER!!!!

[insertcrazydance]

For GS, we have to do an internet research project on something of our interest. Of our passion. I don't know what to do. I was going to do lions, but then I'd have to write like a bio report or something. Star told me to do the asylum seekers. CHYEAHHHH!




...

Frisky, remember?

And I'm writing this uber awesome story, most planned thing I've done - no, really, I made a flow chart for it! And it's supposed to be for Linchy's contest but it might be too long and I'm scared it's going to drag. I may have to rewrite it but I will definitely finish it 'cause it's just so awesome and took me ages to research and you know the Goulburn prison looks like a freaking fancy town hall????




ADFALDSFJAIEWORUWIR9034823OHNLFJCHN198Y3HQLDNSLICUH8U4HNFO984NV98N.


And Haloomi's wearing overalls! She looks so cute! I used to wear them when I was little. And overall is such a weird word.




ATM:


Reading: From My Sister's Lips. Na'ima B Robert. Yeah, ok, still haven't started. But soon.
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Working title. I had an epic title before, but I don't want to give anything away...
Listening to: Appreciation. Outlandish. Well, twas the last thing I heard. Another song that freakily hits home for I'm sure, a lot of people.
Feeling: FRISKY!!!!


It's actually a bit slow for my mood. And I would love to post the whole thing, but putting just a bit out would guarantee more of a read than the whole thing...

You give me so much

You wait all day for a nod

A prayer or a thought

A thankful part of my heart

To all my moros sheddin' tears

Still greet with warm smiles

Patiently throughout the years

Give praise to the most high

Peace in,
Laila

Take me away...

... from the coming up of school? Yeah.

Neh, actually, I'm not that fussed right now. I think my holidays have been mostly satisfactory, and... well, that's it :/

Oh, so I soooooo regret not volunteering for the AlKauther conference thing this year. It looked so fun! But, well, I was already going to, but I was sick on Friday anyway. But I went yesterday, and it was fun enough. I reckon last year was better, the lectures hit home more, the food was yummier and the stalls were homier. But still, nice venue and stuff this year.

And there was this lecture, right, I forgot the guy's name, but he was talking about... something... and he's like:

"You know someone came to me one day and said; 'You have heard what Darwin's theory says, about evolution, and you say you come from Adam, how does that work? Which one is right?'

And I said to him; 'Both are right.'

And he said; 'But how?'

And I said; 'He is talking about his family, and I am talking about mine. Last time I checked, my ancestors were not monkeys. Maybe his are.'"

I mean, LAUGH OUT LOUD. I cracked up big time.

xD

And... oh, they're so funny. Sheikh Alaa (donno how you spell it...?) is my favorite ^^
The dude was talking about connecting with the youth and all that, and he was saying something like; 'And I had to learn about this Bieber guy...'
Mix of an American/Turkish? accent. Funneh.


:)


They had this community panel too, more on that connecting with the youth of today and how we're all screwed up. And there's this guy (OMG HE WAS ON THE AMAZING RACE!) who's saying we're not all screwed, and the... hmm, host? Yeah, the host is like; 'Aren't you being too positive? I mean, I work in the prison and the majority are Muslim teens.'


And I'm like:

O_O

You serious??!?! How come I've never heard of this?!?!

But I agree with the amazing race dude, ok? We're not all screwed. Have faith in us. And S, she did well up there, even though she came to us practically having a nervous breakdown. No, I kid you not, she's like: "I was shaking... did you see me shaking? Was I ok? Oh my God, are you sure you didn't see me shaking? I was freaking out!"


Oh, she was cute. She was more into the whole; 'If you want to be heard, SPEAK UP. Talk. Express yourselves! If they don't listen, make them. You have to make oppotunities for yourself, you can't just sit back and hope it'll all be ok..."


All that stuff. And the other chick was just too into promoting her little group. It was all 'at our group, blah blah blah... and our group does blah blah blah..." No, she said some good stuff, and her group sounds good, but it was like she couldn't shut up on her group.


The Amazing Race guy was awesome. And the other one, father of 10, cracked me up. He was saying how we don't seem to have any rights over our kids in this society, there's no room to discipline them. And the host is like; 'So what do you think? We should be able to slap them across the face?'

And the guy was like; 'No, break their legs.'

HAHAHA.
[He was joking.]


But I agree, we should be able to spank them, obviously to an extent. He shared this little story, whereby in Sydney, a bunch of Muslim teens had some fights and riots and all that. The police wanted to break down some barriers and so they had this BBQ (and I quote: Lots of people came, the invited and the not-invited... :P ) and one of the policeman goes up to this father and he's like; 'So how's Mohammed?'
And this dad is like; 'Who's Mohammed?'
And the policeman says; 'Isn't your son Mohammed? Remember I came to your house and blah blah blah...?'
And the dad is like; 'Yeah, I know, but that's not my son, he's yours. I try to discipline him, you threaten to arrest me. So he's your son.'


And it's true. I may sound like a psycho, but I completely agree with this guy. We have no restrictions on the youth of my generation (and further, obviously). Our parents can't discipline us, that's child abuse. Teachers can't discipline us, we're not their kids. Police can't discipline us, we're under the age limit to be arrested. We can, in fact, do whatever we want. And as great as it sounds, it really takes away the respect and balance society once had.


Well, I could go on for ages. I want to try pavlova. HERE, you get to see my Chocolate Ganache with Lavendar Cream and Strawberries photos!
x)


Feast your eyes:

In the words of Star:

Bon appetite. Mentally.

ATM:

Reading: From My Sister's Lips. Na'ima B. Robert. Actually, I have been reading alot. I finished Pride&Prejudice, 9th Judgement and Covet. This is one my mother got... wonder what it's about.

Writing: The Faux Princess. Did write heaps, but I still haven't got to the point! It's hard... I want to make this one connection, but the only method I can think up is one I've already used... and I have a new story idea that needs some thing :)

Listening to: Pocketful of Sunshine. Hence title. It actually sort of gave me the story idea. IT'S SO NICE!

Feeling: Lazy. Bah, my butt hurts. Gotta move, man..

So take my present joy...

There's this place that I go

Where nobody knows

Where the rivers flow

And I call it home

And there's no more lies

And the darkness is light

And nobody cries

There's only butterflies

Take me away

A secret place

A sweet escape

Take me away

Take me away

To better days

Take me away

A hiding place

Peace in,

Laila

It's A Beautiful Dayyy

A beautiful weekend, really. Can you hear me smile? Or should I say stupidsmile?

Wow. Suhnap. That just... ok, I'll tell you later on. Let me selfishly tell you about my amazing weekend.


Saturday we baked. Like I said. Chocolate ganache with lavender cream and strawberries. Admittedly, we improvised, because there was no adult supervision and we didn't understand everything. But it was beautiful and yummo and unhealthy and fabulous! And we took photos, too, but Star has them and she has to send them when her laptop is working again. And I'll put them up. They were LOVELY!


We also watched Anastasia, which, y'know, was just as good as the gazillion and one times I watched it before.


And, yeah, it got a bit awkward with her brother's around. I hate guys! They're so... AWKWARD MAKING!! Her brothers... I know so much about them, and yet I've only ever said 'hi' to them, and, let's just say the male species tend to have the same effect of oral presentations at school.

i.e. clam up, blush, stammer and stupidsmile.

NO, I do not CRUSH ON THEM. Puhlease. This is my general reaction to most boys. That are near my age and above.


We didn't get to make cupcakes, it was too last minute to get all the ingredients and the chocolate ganache with lavender cream and strawberries took ages.
^^


Today [Sunday]


Well, it started bad. My family just can't get ready on time. I mean, I already know this, but I thought that today they might just try, you know? And then, stupid me, I started crying. Why? I got there half an hour late. Seriously! And they were telling me to shut up and quit being a drama queen. Never again do I want to invite my family to this sort of thing.


But screw that negativity, the park we went to was amazing! Well, it had to be, right in front it clearly said wedding receptions could be done there. Guess where I'm doing mine, insha'allah?

;)

Anyway, cold, windy morning, high up on a mountain, with a million dollar view of forever - it was thrilling. Certain taekwondo buddies disappointed me mildly for their lack of enthusiasm, but hey, not everyone has the stupid weird energy of me. I was running around, happy to take my shoes off and OHMYGOD THERE WERE RABBITS!

Oh!

They were so cute :)

And we played soccer. Said taekwondo buddies - the way they talked, they sounded like they were really good! No, they didn't brag, it's just that... it's hard to explain. It's like, you know someone talking about something they like doing? And you assume, the way they talk about it, they're really good, because their... hm, in-depth speech about it just suggests that? Well, both buddies decided today was the day to be MIA, and I was on a hyper, and I setup two goals! Well, two scored goals. I setup a couple of others, but those ones didn't get scored. Not anyone's fault... actually, sort of mine. I could have gone up ahead, but keep in the fact Laila is a Wimp, so I just loitered around the midfield and defence areas. Pssht. We still won, by the 'last goal wins' rule and 'most scored'. So suck it up.


And then we went back to down the mountain for lunch. Apparently Coach's wife coooked it all, and it was delicious. I've never tasted anything like it! Yummo! Afghan food to add to my favorite foods of Turkish and Pakistani!


And there was this baby, Fatima's cousin! Oh my flipping squeal! She was so cute! Like, almost four months old and so adorable! Her name was 'Mahia', I think that's how you spell it.... I literally carried her all of that lunch break, and after. I would've sat with Sofie and Yusra, but... uh, they were getting a little up close and personal with some of the boys and you already know how I feel about that.


Then we went back up and worked on patterns, took photos, hung around, walked. Fatima told me all these stories and stuff. And it was just a happy, peaceful breezy day.


And then we went to Mohammad's house, and we tried to convince the kid to do taekwondo. My mother is such a crack up.

Came home and watched this documentary; 'The War You Don't See'.

Isn't the title enough to say why I like it so much? Basically a tribute to all the dead journalists who tried to honestly cover the wars in the world, it uses stuff they never got round to use, and more, and brought this bittersweet, honest and heartrending image of the real war in Iraq and Afghanistan - no, wait, basically George Bush and them others against the world. Also touches on the power of media and stuff.


Amazing. I went through a journalist phase. This almost reignited my interest, but it totally sparked my sister's.


There were so many lines I wanted to rewrite here, just to make someone cry. I almost cried. It's so hard... children! Children! What did they ever do to suffer?


Ok, I won't go on. Let's see, uh, yeah, ATM:


Writing: The Faux Princess. Wrote a bit, but busy weekend, ok?!?!
Reading: 9th Judgement. James Patterson. Well, still haven't started...
Listening to: Without You. Sami Yusuf. Well, before I was, until I started watching the doc...
Feeling: Tired. Like... really really tired.


Cannot be bothered offering up songwords or something. Grow a spine and deal with it!


Peace in,
Laila

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry; quick, quick, quick, quick...

AHHH! Get that song outta my head!

I swear, I don't even like it that much. I don't hate it, like, meh, you know? But it's stuck in my head!

Grr >.<


Ok, I don't want to start on a silly-negative note. Why? It's the beginning of the holidays!

AI CHIHUAHA!

Right?

:)

Today was absolutely lovely. Ok, I missed out on most of art, but oh well. We had an assembly, our year 10 coordinator's resigning. He made a speech and stuff, and yeah, ok, the one thing that I remember was:
"Yes, I went to the best teacher's schools, Launceston [something something]. There were 50 boys and 200 girls. What fun it was."


Hey! It wasn't my fault; everyone laughed at that point. Other than that, it was a general drag but ok. I'm not too fond of that teacher, that's why. But I admit he has an air of respect about him.


And then we had PE, which is when that dumb song got in my head. But it was a coolish sort-of bludge. Basically, he let us do anything as long as it was PE related. Me and Hannah spent most of the time in the gym, but we also got out to do some skipping, and we started a whole double-dutch thing. Where has my fearlessness gone! I did this in primary school! But I just couldn't make myself go in this time. Oh well, life goes on.


Then bio, which was... bio. Not torturous, just funny and relaxed. Our holiday homework is to eat grass, by the way. I will do it.


OH! Literature! Gahh! So, Mr A was being funny as usual. But today, he caught my eye, and he's like:

"Am I making you laugh, Laila?"

And I'm not good at talking to adults, and especially when a lot of people look at me, I tend to stammer and smile stupidly. So yeah, I kinda started doing that... the smile stupidly bit. And blush. And that just kept him going.
"I love making you laugh. That just made my week, you know. I just love making you smile."
He then turns to speak to the whole class.
"She's just so serious! It's so nice making her smile!"
And I'm basically hiding my face behind my hands, and everyone was looking at me. And then, the class sort of moved on. Mr A said something, and Igor said something funny. And then Mr A looks back at me, and he's like:
"Did you hear that, Laila? That would've made you smile."
And he made this huge deal of having it repeated and everything and more staring was involved while I continued to hide behind my hands. The worst bit is, this is just a normal reaction for me. I'm not trying to be cute or anything, it's how I am. I hate it when the attention's on me. But then, after class, S was like: "Why were you giggling? What was so funny?"

(I was not giggling. I was smiling stupidly and hiding behind hands. Huge difference.)

And then he does these silly imitations that are technically not imitations because I wasn't doing it, but Star whacked him, and I did too (attempted to... she made me hold her books so I was sort of handicapped.)
Anyway, that was the embarrassing lesson of Literature. Golly.

BUT... now I'm officially on holidays! Breathe!

I went 'shopping' after school, boring, but I bought a black coat (I love Tightrope. It's the only shop I actually don't mind clothes shopping at). And then I got home and chillaxed, and we had class, which was just awesome. I love all the sisters! They're so funny! The sad thing is, I don't tend to remember what they said exactly, 'cause I'm too busy laughing to take notes on funny stuff that I can say. But here's something nice.


Direct note I wrote down:

Allah (SWT) said He created mankind weak - hence, we are not expected to be perfect. We just have to do our best.

It's a paraphrase of what was being said, but isn't that nice? Mann, I love my religon.

So! I should probably get to bed. I'm just on a high, that's it...


ATM:


Writing: The Faux Princess. Admittedly, not enough progress. But it's the holidays! 'Nuff said?
Reading: 9th Judgement. James Patterson. I haven't started, but I will...
Listening to: Sad Song. Lenka. Believe it or not, it's not actually a sad song. It's quite bright. Gotta love her.
Feeling: Hyperbuzzyawesome. IT'S THE FLIPPING HOLIDAYS!


Now, I've finally got that ridiculous song outta my head....

Darling,

Everyone's compelled to look into the mirror

When they're crying

Just because your tears are pretty

Doesn't mean they'll get you by

Peace in,
Laila

A.R.K. and the Coin

So, today I had to take my little sisters to this 'garden party' at their primary school, and as we were leaving, I told Haloomi to say 'bye' to whoever...

So she starts madly screaming BYE to this little kiddo on the monkey-bars. He's not looking, so I'm like:

'Hali, who's that?'

And she's like: 'That's my friend. I'm saying bye.'

And I go: 'Uh, does he have a name?'

And she says, with a little shrug: 'I don't know his name.'

Some friends. Ah, my little sisters are so strange.


Oh, ARK = Act of Random Kindness. Star and I have decided to do at least one a week. Mine, for this week, was inviting her to the 'garden party', so she can relive the memories of her primary school. Oh the times she had... umyeahright.


THE COIN! So last Friday, Star, S and I superglued a $2 coin to the ground in our school. After and agonizingly uncertain weekend, we found that yes, it was still there on Monday. We relished at the fact we'd have an entertaining recess + lunch.


We were disappointed. Not one person noticed the coin. Sad... what a lame school we have...


But to add to the disappointment, come Tuesday morning and someone had pulled it off! What?!!? WHAT? What is the world playing at?! That's just cruel!


No matter. Today, I found a 20c coin, and although usually I don't pick up coins, this one I did. Guess who's going to be supergluing that to the floor?

;)

Yup, so technically I don't feel like stealing because I'm putting it back on the floor. Oh, speaking of 20c coins, in my little sisters primary school, they have this 20c coin stuck in the cement. Like, in.


o.O

Haven't updated in a while 'cause I feel lazy. So what's been up? Passed the math test, A for art assignment, A+ for Lit SAC... yeah, I'm good. Holidays in two days! Hopefully, this weekend, Star and I will make chocolate ganache with lavender cream and strawberries, and then we'll watch Anastasia. And at some point these holidays, Star, Linchy, Mia, Chamsi and I shalt watch.... Sucker Punch!!! Booyah!

Anything else...? Oh, for GS yesterday, we had to look over these surveys and statistics for our school. Apparently, while we're ok at everything, for Math Methods (CAS), our school sucks bad. We, as students, had to point out possible reasons, and most of what our group came up with linked back to lack of motivation. A lot of people are forced to, or pick Methods because of prerequisites for Uni. So then we had to suggest solutions, and the question was: how do you motivate high school students to pass math methods?


I mean, little kids, you can award them and bribe them with sticker, lollies, prizes, movie days. High school kids don't get so excited. There's honestly nothing you can do to get students excited about maths - it's more of a self-motivating thing. You can't make them, they have to make themselves.


So I thought of a fear factor. Honestly: I'm only passing Methods now 'cause I'm scared of failing, scared of displeasing my teacher. Scared. But I don't consider this a bad thing 'cause it's helping me. I do not like math, but I'm doing it and doing well enough. This is good, right?


So what if that was it? What if, in order to make them pass, you had to scare them with a punishment? Detentions or whatever?


I said this to Jane, and she said you can't motivate students by fear. I get what she's saying; it's not a very likable thing. But if being as nice as possible isn't working, isn't that the only way? I mean, come on, 'fear' also demands respect. Think of olden times and the cane. Yeah, it seems bad, but admit that they were far more respectful and intelligent those days. They had fun in more creative ways 'cause they had to think to waver around rules. You see?

So, I've been made to be really weird because I admit that I think I would like to live in those days. With more respectful people. More discipline and intelligence. Crazy, yes, but I'm being honest.

Annd... I've decided I really don't like free periods on computers. Admittedly more likable than working, but still, I think I'll just die of boredom. I spent a long time finding pictures to draw, but it gets so frustrating. You can only keep photosearching for so long. But then I think of the 40page assignments, and I go nu, appreciate!!!


Anywho, that's my life as of recent. ATM:


Reading: Nothing. I just finished Plague (chyeahhh, flipping awesome!), and I shalt go to the library soon.
Writing: The Faux Princess. Slow progress, but better than the previous version.
Listening to: Something That I Want. Grace Potter. From Tangled, it's so catchy!
Feeling: Content. Life is presently fine.


Words....

She's a girl with the best intentions

He's a man of his own invention

She looked out the window

He walked out the door

She followed him and he said "whatcha looking for?"

She said I want something that I want

Something that I tell myself I need

Something that I want

And I need everything I see

Peace in,
Laila