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