Kick hard, scream loud

As of today, I'm officially a blue belt.


How can I possible just write it like that?!?!?!




OMG I GOT MY BLUE BELT, I PASSED, I PASSED, I PASSED, I PASSED - and... how do I have the patience to put commas in between?

Oh well. If it wasn't obvious, today was a good day. Sort've.

The morning was fairly nerve-wracking, I have to admit I hate it when JH comes, 'cause he's so intimidating and scary, and the way he just looks at you while you're doing your pattern, like ... well, it generally makes me freak out. And even though I did pretty ok, I was hoping to shine in my pattern, 'cause I just knew it so well at the start. But then I sort of spaced out... but thank God, I know this is sadistic, but D - who was the only other person of my rank grading - really screwed up, like, forgot everything. So we both had to start again, and I corrected my teensy mistake.

And I passed!!!!

Oh, my sparring was pretty suckish, but hey, I had to verse S, and she's a killer, that one. Besides, it was only like two seconds... twenty seconds? Whateverrrr.


Then, I came home... and we had to go to this VCE seminar, organised by our 'community'. They fed us the general stuff that is mentioned in school; y'know... about... VCE and stuff... don't stress. All that.


I learnt: music is not good whilst studying, write as opposed to type your notes, keep up excercise and an outside life of studying, keep options open, do what you love, 'reading over' is not studying, keep extra-curricular activities, do your best... well, see, I didn't learn anything amazing. I knew it already. Ok, I don't want to sound like a know-it-all, but the community is called the ****** ***-****** Muslim *********** of Australia, and yet the Muslim part of it never seems to be built upon.


Out of the whole thing, A was the only one to really set it in motion - speaking of the importance of career choice and stuff, but saying how it should also help build your hereafter. It relates to the religous aspect of the community. I mean, if you don't have that, what's the point of distuingishing ourselves if we just spout the same thing as everyone else?


Another factor is the hypocrisy; ok, it's not as extreme as it sounds. But you have them telling you the importance of seeking knowledge in our religon, how the very first verses sent down were 'iqra'; meaning 'read'. It goes on... but what annoyed me was the people who quoted Qu'ran, the 'mentors', yeah, well, they  seemed to miss the part of the Qu'ran that told women to cover up. It's just so... typical. Asians that we are, education is a first priority. We'll find everyway to make it the most important thing, drill it into you. And yet, religous education doesn't matter, despite having the label of 'Muslim' on your community board.


I mean, I don't expect them to preach all sorts of stuff.... but would it really be hard, say, on the topic of stress, to tell us to remember that 'God will not give us a burden that we cannot bear'? Or, instead of just saying 'it's not the end of the world if you flunk VCE, you can always take another side course to get to your ambition', why not add 'in the end, your VCE mark won't be the thing that's going to get you into Paradise'... or something simple like that.

To put it basically; 'my community' are such wannabes.

It's just sad, really. I don't need them to be extremely perfect Muslims, but at least... live up to your name. Or don't use it at all.

Anyway, I'm not turning this into a rant. I'm a BLUE BELT!

I watched Inkheart yesterday. Granted, it's not the book, but I still love it! TWAS EPIC! I think they chose the perfect cast too.... I imagined Farid with shorter hair, and Elinor a little fatter, but I can compromise. I liked the cast. They were good. If it was exact to the book, the overall movie would've been better. But I'm telling you - it's awesome!

(Though, I think, if I watched the movie a week after reading the book, I wouldn't be cutting it so much slack...)

And Friday class was awesome. We talked about things... like creepy illumanati nutjobs... lady gaga... (I don't want to give them the respect of capital letters)...dogs.


Oh, yes, dogs. See, I was under the impression that we were not supposed to keep dogs unless for guarding purposes because they have unclean saliva. I learnt, however, that they also carry a taperworm-ish invisible parasite that there is no cure to - unless the body perchance develops an antibody.


It's not just that, however. Dogs are intelligent beings. They are meant to be trained for a purpose. Guard dogs, seeing-eye dogs, sheep dogs, police dogs - all acceptable, and all with purpose. Apparently, psychologically, a dog needs to have a purpose, needs to be trained to a master. Without that, they go psycho. Attack humans and such. You can't just spend your life hugging and kissing and whatever-ing them, because that's not what they're meant for!


The only thing that keep a lot of them going now is the fact owners want their dogs trained for obedience and such - if not for that, we'd have a lot more insane doggies around the block. But still, this mollycoddling you do with your dog - you are, in fact, slowly and mentally torturing them.


Nice to know, right? So, knowledgeable Muslims, in fact, respect the dog by keeping it for purpose, or not keeping it at all. My fear of dogs only comes from a childhood memory of our evil neighbours setting their doggy on us. That's all.
^^

Eventually I'll get around to explaining it to Star... I wonder how she'll take it...

Anywho, exams start this week. If I do, perchance, blog this week, it will probably be of epic frustration. Cheers.


ATM:


Reading: Thirteen Steps Down. Ruth Rendell. Haven't started it... uhm, yeah, Deadly Decisions ended well. Pretty epic, actually. But the start and middle was just... a drag. Too much information.
Writing: The Faux Princess. No, I haven't ditched the SJ, but I made progress on this yesterday.
Listening to: Worry Ends. Sami Yusuf. I've already expressed my love for the song and the singer :P
Feeling: Happy. I'M A BLUE BELT, OK?!?!


So, because I've given you lyrics to this song, I'll give you a passage from a Harlan Coben :)

Myron reached for the phone and dialed Win's number. After the eighth ring he began to hang up when a weak, distant voice coughed. "Hello?"

“Win?"

“Yeah."

“You okay?"

“Hello?"

“Win?"

“Yeah."

“What took you so long to answer the phone?"

“Hello?"

“Win?"

“Who is this?"

“Myron."

“Myron Bolitar?"

“How many other Myrons do you know?"

“Myron Bolitar?"

“No, Myron Rockefeller."

“Something's wrong," Win said.

“What?"

“Terribly wrong."

“What are you talking about?"

“Some asshole is calling me at seven in the morning pretending to be my best friend."

“Sorry, I forgot the time."

Peace in,
Laila

We ebb and we flow

Stuff happens.

Like yesterday I was at a breaking point; it felt like I was being pulled apart, and the final strings were snapping. Seriously, basically it was a brat session, at school certain friends expect me to help them with their work... I should elaborate or else I'd be even more bratty, so...


... So I find out that a certain friend only picked art this year 'cause I'm doing it. Ok, fine. But now she's making me paint her picture because she can't - she just doesn't like her own painting. Mildly annoying, but I can handle it. But now the teacher thinks my completed work is what she painted, and hers is mine... which, ok, is technically mine too, but I want credit for my proper one!
Case point two. We had a Lit SAC today. We got the text response topic a while back, so we could plan. Depending on mood, I might think over it, but usually I'm the type to just go in there cold and write whatever. It's just how I work. This friend... works differently. She's the type to make a hardcore outlined plan of everything before she writes - with quotes and whatever too. It's different to me, but so? Everyone learns differently, right? ... Well. All of yesterday, she expected me to come up with a plan for her. I don't mind helping her and offering advice where I can, but I stink at plans, so I couldn't really help. And she has this hissy fit like I'm supposed to know everything and and and come on, if I can't make a plan for myself, what makes her think that I can make one for her? Oh, get this. I basically said I can't work like that, it's how my brain functions. Her response?

"Well, I work differently, so you have to help me."

 Where is the logic in that?

What am I, her slave?

But moving on, so, there was pressure from her, I come home from school and I have to help mama with her work, my older sister needs help with her homework too - ohwow, I'm not a kid genius or something, I can just offer advice and support and wording, so yeah... ^^ - I have to babysit my little sisters, do all their duties, whenever my dad needs it, I have to play son too... and gosh, my parents are always saying that all they expect of me is to do well in school and be successful, but that's not true. I always have duties at home, and if I don't do them, I know everyone will explode. But as I said... whatever.


So yesterday was a breaking point, I was going to scream. I really wanted to blog then, but Blogger was screwing up? That goes for commenting on peoples blogs too, just in case anyone's reading. That's sort of messed up too....


AND TODAY, continuing with the brat session, my sister was not supposed to finish early at school. So I get out and I'm waiting for her, in the rain, and she doesn't turn up. Seriously, I was waiting around 20min, before I totally snap and just start walking home. I get there, and she's all inside and cosy. Turns out she did finish early. Thanks for the notice, guys.


Apparently she told J to tell me that she was finishing early. But J tells her (after she called when I got back) that I didn't turn up so she assumed I'd taken a lift. It's not her fault, she's an early walker. She gets out afterschool freakyfast. The case and point here is simple; my older sister kept saying it was my fault, that if I hadn't taken my own sweet time I'd have gotten the message, and that I'm always late.

It's a downright, in your face, no nonsense, nothing held back LIE.

I am rarely late.

Ignoring J, everytime my sister doesn't finish early, afterschool, I'm always first. I'm always waiting for her. The latest I'd be is 2min after her. And she seriously has the ego to say that I'm always late? I can excuse J, she gets there superearly everytime if our sisters finish early, and I tell her not to wait for me because I don't want to hold her back. Ok, maybe today she should've had the brains to stay because she should've known I didn't know, but that's an honest mistake. My sister saying I'm always late is just so... evil.


So, back to my WHATEVER. Second incident happened but 2hours ago, but I'm cool. I've realised then when I get upset, I get upset, big time. I am full of rantage (definitely, if Blogger worked yesterday, this post would be twice as long :P ) and I cry and think of all the awful things in the world... and then I just get over it. I'm not mad at said friend anymore, and I can't be bothered working up a proper fit over my sister's accusations... it's just so stupid. It's like, depending on the Severity of the Madness, maybe an hour later, or the next day, I'd look back on my Moment of Negativity and think:

Why did I waste my time?

It's hard to be a perfect person, and just realise at the time and position that later you'll see this moment as trivial. But it's funny, that, isn't it? I can't speak for everyone, but for me... it's just so strange how a thing can work you up so much at one point, and a while later you've already forgotten about it. Or you think how ridiculous you're being.


Or sometimes, when you have a problem, and it seems so bad and blown-out-of-proportion. Time goes by and another person has a similar problem, but when you look at it from an outside perspective - it's not that bad.

Human nature, I guess.

And also... no, I'm not developing any crushes, but I wanna give a thumb up to some of the boys out in the world. You hear far too often these days that you'll never get a 'perfect man', that boys will... ok, I'm not going there. But you probably get what I'm saying.


I just have to go out and say it's not like that. I've met very nice boys in life. And some of them deserve more credit than I give. Like, today, I was early to French and this guy who also went to my primary school but I stopped talking to ages ago because that's what happens when you get to highschool and you're me, and he just made small talk and it was polite and nice. Nothing rude and wrong and dirty like you can get with a lot of guys.


And, when I was waiting in the rain, this other dude does the same thing. Small, polite conversation - this guy I don't even know - but he mentioned that his little brother is in the same class as my little sister and such. Just so... nice.


Oh, cutest yet; the other day, we had PE, and everyone had to finish their fitness testing, but being the good girl that I am, I'd already done it. I also don't feel the need to latch onto huge groups of people to be happy - the two others who'd already done their fitness testing just had to join the rest of the class even though we were told to shoot hoops. So there I was, alone on the basketball court shooting hoops. I wasn't actually bothered, but S came running out of nowhere, and he just said; 'hey, can I play?'
And I'm like; 'Uhmm, yeah okay, but aren't you supposed to be in class?'
And he says; 'Yeah, but you look lonely.'

Isn't that nice?

^^

Don't ask me how he gets out of class.... he just does. Like, he has VC nextdoor when we have art, and he always just comes into our class and does his work. It's a mystery...

:P

Anyway, OMG I HAVE GRADING ON SUNDAY I'M SO SCARED I'M GOING TO HAVE TO SPAR WHAT IF I FAIL I STINK AT SPARRING I REALLY WANT MY BLUE BELT THOUGH BUT I'M JUST SO AWFUL AT SPARRING I HOPE SPARRING DOESN'T TAKE UP A HUGE PORTION OF YOUR GRADE OR I'LL REALLY DIE NO NO NO NO NO NO NUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!

SDJASKJFALSEJFDSLF.

AND MIA REPLIED!!!

ATM:


Reading: Deadly Decisions. Kathy Reichs. It's really getting interesting now! Yeahuh... I actually made progress.
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Well, no progress on that. And probably not for a while.
Listening to: Sad Song. Lenka. It's a happy song, really.... ^^
Feeling: Bipolar. I'm stressedrelievedhappynervouscontentandjumpy. Yep.


My gosh, it's like my favorite song off this album...

Don't tell me you wanna be

The kind of girl who's drowning

And don't be holding on to anything

That's gonna keep you frowning, 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

Sing me a sad song and make me feel better

Sing me a happy song and I might start to cry

Because everything feels like it's going around in circles

And everyone knows that the world is upside down

Peace in,

Laila

My brain is not a pressure cooker!!!

OMG, I'm just getting sick of all this mental pushing we have to put up with school!

I know school is supposed to be an institute for learning, and they have to check that we get all the information, but SERIOUSLY. Does it have to be so... intense? Shouldn't they try making learning fun so we actually want to pursue knowledge in the future?


I think school... and I think SACs, orals, assessments, exams, homework, homework, homework. I hardly ever think 'yay! We're learning about the respiratory system today!'


It sounds geeky, but I want to think that. How much more lovely do you think life would be if that's how everyone felt? That, instead of 'GAH! I have to pay attention if I want to pass the SAC on this topic!'


I only felt like that... last year. I think. English. Mr H is one of the best teachers ever. Even though he was strict, he had this way of making you feel smart and drilling information into you and... I can't wait to have him back next year. So what if I have to do Shakespeare again? He was a cool in his own freaky way.


I don't... really think it's the school's fault. Teachers, I mean. I guess it's just the overall system. To get that final mark. Deciding your future.. I don't know. What if it wasn't like that? That you were taught what you had to be taught, if it wasn't your flow then it wasn't your flow. And you do something else that is. And you don't have to do a fancy subject to have a good mark! I mean, so what if Methods is higher? Why does Art have to be scaled down?! It's not fair!


I can't act all snobby and pretend I have this huge masterplan to how the education system should be. I'm not that smart... I can only just dream. I mean... what if you learnt what you wanted to, if you were good at it, after some final exam or whatever, your teacher could write you a recommendation letter straight from there to wherever you needed to be. If not, you just keep learning till you get it right. So what if it takes some people longer than others?

It's just so... FRUSTRATING.

I mean, I have two SACs tomorrow, and Star is blowing up at me 'cause she needs to memorize everything to get it right, whereas I just read what I can and try making myself understand, and I don't know how to tell her what to memorise because she goes into details and I'm just so vague and it's just pressurizing us so much that I realised we don't even care about what we're learning, we just want to pass....

AND I DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THAT.

I don't WANT to explode because of all this work I have to do, I want to APPRECIATE and ENJOY what I'm learning! I don't want to spend so much time worrying on a final mark, and yet, it's what I have to do because in this society, that's all that matters. I can easily say I don't care about what society says - and yet, if I want to get to Uni and get the job that I want, that is what matters.


If there's one thing that the movie '3 Idiots' taught me, it's quite simple:

Chase excellence, and success will follow you - pants down.

Meaning; try to be good in what you do. Learn what you want. And even if you don't get the greatest final mark on a paper to wave to everyone - as long as you've achieved what you want, success will naturally follow. Because in the end, everyone's success is different; it's not always the piece of paper that matters.


The pants down bit? Well, watch the movie and you'll see.
;)


I hope... if not now and anytime soon, that one day I can start to truly follow this saying.

Anyway, the SAC-studying calls...

>.<


ATM:
Reading: Deadly Decisions. Kathy Reichs. I find I rarely get to read on weekdays.
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Nada.
Listening to: Once Upon a December. On piano. By this guy. I'm going to marry him x)
Feeling: Frustrated. If it wasn't obvious. But this rant is sort of cooling me off...


They may be meaningless to life, but it's still a childhood favorite song...

Dancing bears, painted wings

Things I almost remember

And a song, someone sings

Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory....

Peace in,
Laila

On te surveille

We're watching you.

o.O

I learnt that in the book I'm reading -  the setting is in Montreal, Canada, so there's a lotta French lingo.


But really, on Friday, we were learning about all this stuff in class, national security being one. It just came up - see, we were discussing Bin Laden, right? Wait... lemme go from the beginning. So Z was confused as to whether OBLwas bad or not, and Sister N was explaining how we didn't really know. OBL was actually trained by America, he worked for the CIA at a time. Then, I think when the Cold War was over, he went back to Saudi and stuff settled down, til Saddam Hussein raided Kuwait. OBL told the royals he would deal with it, but they said they should get America, but OBL said it was between Muslim brothers, it was our problem not their's. I believe he got exiled from Saudi and supermad at America. Then all this killing and stuff started, but you don't really know. You never actually see him do anything, you can only trust the news and the translations... but we don't speak Arabic, so how do we know they're telling us the truth? Sister N was saying something about how at some point you hear him say 'insha-allah', but on the subtitle it doesn't say 'if God wills'.

You don't know who to trust.

 :/

And then, with 9/11, apparently some dudes analyzed the way the building fell. Firstly, with all the army bases in America, why didn't anyone show up when the planes did? Secondly, at some conference or another after the incident, OBL said he didn't do it, but he supported whoever did. That's obviously wrong; Muslims aren't entitled to kill non-combatants, innocent children and women - 9/11 was totally not something Muslims should support. It's so out of our religon. But the key point is that OBL said he didn't - do we trust him? Thirdly, the building sort of crumbled from the top; a plane hitting it would knock it to the side a little, but the top of the twin tower just sort of fell in on itself. Meaning, it would have to have been detonated from within. A bomb inside.

*shudders* Isn't it creepy? You feel like screaming THE WORLD IS A LIE!

Anyway, so all the stuff around OBL is hazy, so we just say 'God knows best' and move on. But Sister N was saying how it should all be clear when 'the books are opened'. Apparently, every something-amount of years, the 'books', with all the files on... security stuff... are opened to the public. You can read everything... like, if you're American, all the FBI/CIA stuff (honestly, I don't which is which :P ). The last time they did it here, in Australia, there were files on everyone on everything. I mean, down to the nitty-gritty details.

i.e. They had a  file on a 10-year-old boy, in a family gathering, coming second in a sack race.

Sister N said that just because they have the power to watch everyone, doesn't mean the do, but still. They read emails, listen to phonecalls, not to mention security cameras everywhere... you don't get privacy anywhere. And if they mark down stuff about a 10-year-old, what else...?

S'what I love about my religon - in an Islamic country, the government aren't allowed to spy on the citizens. What you do in your own home is your own business. Nice, right?

But, back to this creepy spyzone. Can you believe how vulnerable people are making themselves on Facebook? Nothing ever gets deleted. It's always there. And you know how personal people get, and think about how large the FB population is...


Oh, Twitter note: the thing with posting photos on Twitter (Twitpics? I donno), another company entirely bought that part. Meaning, whatever photos you post on there; they're not yours anymore. Whatever company who bought it can use and abuse your photos in any way they like. A lovely world we live in.


It's just so... invasive! And scary! I've always hated phones. And I knew about emails. But still! It's like... even this blog post, right now is probably getting recorded down... and whoever comments too... whoever even just looks at it....

!!!

And then class goes on about other stuff. Oh, apparently the Irish got their independance through terrorism. I think Ireland, I think leprachauns and faeries, I think green. It's just so... hard to believe. But that's what they did; they got sick of the oppression, blew up English soldiers and whatnot, until the English got so scared they finally gave it up. So, for people who know their history - well, let me put it this way. When Sister N reverted, people asked her if her parents were worried she'd turn into a terrorist. Her answer:

Psh, I'm Irish. It's only natural.

x) LoL.

So I haven't been feeling all that healthy this weekend. I watched Supernatural, read the book, walked and attempted little study. Nothing much really. I really want to finish my writing stuff, but all I can see is all this work looming in the future. Sigh.


ATM:


Reading: Deadly Decisions. Kathy Reichs. It's mostly good, but sometimes her explanations get so deep I lose track...
Writing: Saving Jasmine. No progress as of late.
Listening to: Kaleidoscope Machine. Katie Costello. Old favorite :)
Feeling: Weak. I'll man up, I swear.


^^ This should be my theme song; I'm so tempted to put the whole thing up but I'll limit myself...

I’ve got something strange about me

But somehow I know

There’s a song in my mind and a poem in my eyes

My Kaleidoscope Machine knows what’s real

There’s a beat in my heart that sets me apart

From the man in the hat who lives down the street

Peace in,
Laila

Zlatko Svetina, 53, also known as Boris...

x) Now how does that work? Zlatko also known as Boris?

The things you find in the news!

Anyway, basically I've been exploring a new contest idea, in which I find interesting news headlines and such, and give the SWtians a chance to write it into a story. I'm not quite sure if I want to do it anymore, though, because generally they all seem to be turning into murder cases, and I don't want to bore people out of their minds.


I am however, going to put up a contest for the Beaumont children disappearance. Now that is one freaky case. Basic outline: 3 kids leave the house one morning to go to the beach. They never come home. Though this happened in 1966, this case is still open to this day. They have sketches of a suspect, but the guy is probably way older now, even dead. There's various twists and turns to it, and yet it all comes down to nothing.

Scooby Doo! It's a mystery!

I sympathize with the mother though. Poor woman didn't want to move houses because it would be 'dreadful' if her babies came home and didn't find their parents waiting for them. That's love.


And then there's just plain... cruelty. Two years after the kidnapping/disappearance, they started recieving letters from Jane (the eldest child) who wrote about how well 'the man' was treating them. Well, only two letters. She also recieved a letter from 'the man' himself, who said he loved the kiddos but was willingly to organize a meeting place for Mrs Beaumont to meet them.  She turns up with a disguised detective, and of course no one shows. She gets another letter from Jane, saying 'the man' was angry for the 'betrayal' after discovering the undercover detective.


It was all a hoax - in actual fact, some teenager wrote it as a practical joke. Can you imagine how hopeful Mrs Beaumont would have been? How much pain she felt after? They're her kids, for God's sake!

A joke?

Seriously?

How obnoxious.

There's more to the case, but I won't go on.

I watched 8 episodes of Supernatural this weekend! That's crazy! 320min of TV! More than I'd watch in... two weeks! But it's so wickedawesomeamazing!
(x


On top of that, I also watched Eurovision. Star forced me to. It was ok, though from the songs she's shown me before, I know they can do better. Winning song was ok, but Ukraine's thingo was amazing! They had this... sand artist, who drew pictures to depict what the song (Angel) was saying.
O.O
And I can't believe Spain didn't get more credit! They were so bubbly and happy! And Estonia last? Seriously? There song was cute and funky too!

People these days.

We played soccer + basketball in PE today. Four on four, whole court, no subs. Now that is exhausting. And fun.
:)


I don't think I much like Fauvism, which is what we're doing in Art. I donno... I can see some appeal in few pictures, but most of it... well, it ain't my style. Why is it this is the topic we get to use canvas on?? It's not fair! I would have rather done Impressionism! Either way, I'm attempting to paint a ladybug... in all the wrong colors, of course.


In two weeks I have exams - four of them. I have a French oral and a Lit oral this week and I think the next. We'll be recieving our next Methods SAC soon. Cross country on Wednesday.

Fun, fun, fun. So that's it for now, I guess.

ATM:


Reading: Deadly Decisions. Kathy Reichs. It's ok, so far. And it has some French bits! Way to go, right?
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Progress is slow, but steady. And I was looking at some writer-help websites, which were awesome...
Listening to: Nothing. I haven't been very musicky lately.
Feeling: Giggly. You'll see why...


I'm not fond of cannaballism, it's creepydisgusting, but this is funny. Headline of the moment:

Cannibal dobbed in by first course

A cannibal has been arrested in Slovakia

after his dinner guest found out he was on the menu

and called police.

Peace in,
Laila

The Spinning Girl

I remember the obsession I had with spinning little girls.

And I think, if I keep writing about them here, I'll start up again. Just draw them. 'Cause it's so cute!


Anyway, this isn't about that phase. This is about that Left Brain vs Right Brain test.

I mean, what do you see?

She goes clockwise for me. ALWAYS. I want to be able to alternate, but I can't.

Well, still, according to the Daily Telegraph website, I use the right side of my brain more... and that means:

RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS

uses feeling

"big picture" oriented

imagination rules

symbols and images

present and future

philosophy & religion

can "get it" (i.e. meaning)

believes

appreciates

spatial perception

knows object function

fantasy based

presents possibilities

impetuous

risk taking

See, it actually does fit me. I am an illogical sort of person, and I am more emotional I guess. So there, not so bad, huh? The opposite is:

LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic

detail oriented

facts rule

words and language

present and past

math and science

can comprehend

knowing

acknowledges

order/pattern perception

knows object name

reality based

forms strategies

practical

safe

Being crazy sort of fits meets me more.

x)

I got through taekwondo yesterday without any mention of birthdays. Good times. I'll eventually let loose that I am a year older, but not now.

S said you lose your balance as you get older, and kept shoving me when I was sitting on the hand-rail thingo. I stayed on. Power, man, power.

And... I have a bio SAC tomorrow, so I should study.

OH, K came back from his France trip. Man, that guy is so funny. He was telling us about the trip, and just the way he talks, God, it cracks one up. I can't really write it down, 'cause you have to hear him say it. But at the end he was asked if he checked out any chicks. Keep in mind he's a good Christian boy:

"Nah man, but they were tempting me. They come at you with the French kisses - it's dangerous."

^^

Bio SAC, bio SAC, here I come...

ATM:

Reading: From My Sister's Lips. Na'ima B Robert. I didn't have time, ok?

Writing: Saving Jasmine. No time!

Listening to: And Then We Dance. Justice Crew. Not the most beautifully worded, but they do know how to dance.

Feeling: Content. Or calm. I'm not hypered or depressed, so, eh... o.O

There's nothing lovely in that song. So let me find something else... aha. Why we don't want to be average girls...

The average woman

would rather have beauty than brains,

because the average man

can see better than he can think

Peace in,

Laila

Sweet&Sour 16

To be honest, I've just come to accept the fact that I am 16 years old now and there's nothing I can do about it.


Besides, I don't feel any different. Just more annoyed. Being the lovely friend she is, Star announced it to all the wrong people, so it started a chain reaction of people screaming 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' in my face and almost making me cry.

Exaggeration on the crying bit; I wouldn't cry. I just hit people.

^^


Also, the ladies at the class have said the 33-is-the-age-to-be. None of them want to go back to childhood or teenage years, not even their 20s. They say that your 30s are the best years of your life; when you're old enough to be wise and such, but you still look and feel 'young'. So, uh, by turning 16 I am closer to 33 and leaving the teenage years behind. And, apparently you'll be 33 if you go to Paradise...


I am also closer to be able to go to jail, I can learn to drive (whoopdifreakingdoo) and... yeah. Aal izz well!

o.O

But the sweetest thing was Chamsi calling me at 7:30 in the morning to wish me happy birthday. Yeah, I don't like birthday wishes, but that was just so nice. Even going to a different school, rarely seeing each other, clinging onto emails, she can still do that for me.

Hmm... oh, haha, at the lockers today, S said 'your mom' to me. I replied with 'your dad'. He said; 'you wanna finish that sentence?' And I said 'no'. And then he's like 'why?' and I throw myself into an exaggerated speech that went something like this:

'Because I don't want to, and I don't have to, and you can't MAKE me, because this is a democracy and I have rights and I have the right to not finish my sentence and there's nothing you can do about it!'

Ja, it really freaked him out. On a side note: no, I don't believe in democracies either.

:P
Actually, school today was ok. Most of the teachers don't seem to read the bulletins, hence they didn't know it was my birthday. At least I was saved from embarrassing 'happy birthday' sing-a-longs. (Brings back last years memories.... *shudder* )


Star made a Snoopy cake! Seriously! An icing Snoopy lying on his doghouse! It was pretty good, actually, though Snoopy was a bit fat and she didn't have time to make the roof of his doghouse red. The icing was yum.

:)

I had something to say! I forgot. Hm, I want the fight between Linchy's mother + my mother to end. I know I'll still be Linchy's friend, for sure, (and my mother also said that even if they fight, Linchy and I should remain friends... it's amazing, actually. Last time we had a Huge Family Fight with someone, ages ago, all contacts were severed. My mother really does admire Linch and her sister o.o ), but I don't want them to fight. I just hate fights.


:/ I always thought it would work out, and I'm hoping it still will. Both of them go to Islamic classes, I'm sure they'll at least come around and forgive each other for the sake of Allah (SWT), even if things aren't ever the same.

Sabrina brought me Supernatural seasons today! Yay!

And... God, there's something niggling at the back of my mind. I completely forgot what it was.
Hmm... so remember that awful Italian teacher of my sisters? My mother, my sister + Sister Nasirah went to school to have a meeting with the co-ordinators about her. There's a lot of top-secret stuff happening in the background, but not really to do with the personal stuff. Silly sister won't let them doing anything about it, but she has a valid point - in the end, the Evil Glove will be the one correcting her work. And no matter what people say, emotions will always get in the way.

Grr! Something's still annoying me! Why can't I remember?!!?!

Old age! I'm already losing memory!

Dx

ATM:


Reading: From My Sister's Lips. Na'ima B Robert. I am this close to finishing it.
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Remember I deleted 5, 866 words. Rewriting HAS started, but obviously not going too fast. Looks like it's not going to be going into Linchy's contest though...
Listening to: Feels Like Saving the World. Outlandish. Basically, they compare a relationship between man + wife (assuming) to saving the world. LOVE IT!
Feeling: Meh. Honestly.


I can't pick a part! Ok, this bit has my favorite line...

See the more we hide behind slammin' doors; tomorrow surely we'll die

I can't believe they would flee so easily; we ain't love deprived

Girl we just make somethin' divine, less perfect, more human with time
Until then I try so go ahead now

Peace in,

Laila

AAL IZZ WELL!

EHMAGAWD, that's from this Hindi movie I watched yesterday and j'adore it!

 x)

No, seriously, it's one of those few Bollywood movies that don't have thr airy-fairy romance with the colorful, over-the-top songs every two minutes. Hey, it focused on education, and if you know my opinion on that, well, then you figured out what the movies points were.


^^

So new movie to the favorites list? Yessir.

Well, it has been an all out serene weekend. Oh, funny funny thing - so at the time we were watching the movie, my parents + little sisters had gone to a Qu'ran competition thingo, right? I did when I was young, and even though I got third place, I still hold terrifying memories of getting up there and reciting.


So anyway, little Haloomi apparently had a spaz-attack and started crying and refused to go up and recite. Which is, you know, how to say.... understandable, right? Now comes the reason why she's related to us: apparently, when it came to the giving out of awards, Haloomi was one of the first kids up there. My dad said he was stunned- she walked up there like she owned the place! And even for the group photo thing; she insisted on being in front.

Sneaky, weird brat.

:P

But Asma, I'm proud of her. She's usually the wimpy one, but she went up and did her thing fine. Ok, she didn't win, but so what? She did her best.


Hmm... I painted yesterday, craved for adventure, read more of Na'ima B Robert's book. It's a good book, and she explains and enlightens one so thoughtfully and inspiringly. I wish it was more of a straight-forward story format, though. I guess it was meant for older people, so whatever. I still like it and I'ma try for others.

I should do math... I really don't want to... I want to do something!

Oh, I don't think I'm a morning person. Yeah, I love my getting up early, but I always seem to be sick in the morning. Stomach aches and stuff. Donno why...


ATM:


Reading: From My Sister's Lips. Na'ima B Robert. Almost done.
Writing: Saving Jasmine. Truthfully, I haven't written any of it. I want to rewrite... but I wasn't motivated, I guess.
Listening to: ... uh, nothing.
Feeling: Bored!


So, to leave you with the wise words of that song in the movie:

AAL IZZ WELL!

Peace in,
Laila