Ahhhhhhhhh YAY! Todayyy i went to the iftar party @ IFA and OMGGGG i got teary eyed cuz of joy. And that hasnt happened in like forever. It was like a freakin reunion! AHHHH. I saw my wife, mai great love...ZOHRA! and i meet Ruhmatha! I havent seen her for like..damn 2 yrs or sumn..and the sad thing is we like 3 mins from eachother. ahh. AND OMGG...ahhh I SAW SARAH!! And her. Dont even ask how long. I saw sabreen there too..n some other ppl. It was lovely...MASHALLAH!

Well man...i think...im fallin' in love...lol, ahhhh really reallly reallly. BUT IM BEING STUPID AT THE SAME TIME.

And omG. i hate myself. IM SO ASTHAGHFIRALLAH. honestly. i've gotten so horrible. reeeallly. AH. Man...TOBA i should BE TURNING PPL INTO GOOD MUSLIMS. lol..mannn...guys are just tobahhhh. hhahahahha. their annoying x's infinity.

Ok much love ya'll

LEAVE ME SOME DAMN NOTES! lol

yooooo wasssup pplz

ahhh skool in, its pretty decent tho. i already have a major crush. haha. neway ahhhh likes crazy, im think im hitting the crazy wild teenage phase in my life, and JUST NOW. woooo. Right i have to write up sumn for "The Peal" by John Steinbeck. And i have to write mai own declaration of indepedence. I'm gonna write about how i have the right to make out with Eminem. Lmao, nah, helk no. BUT imma rap mai declaration of independce...and its gonna be about how..um, i  love HP! DAMN that was corny. No....but honestly u kno wut its really gonna be about? Its gonna be about Power Puff Girls...and yes im fo real. lmao

ahhhh i better go do mai stuff now.

love all ya ppl

pe@ce

OH MY GOD!

I feel SO igitated. And i dont even know why.

U have no clue ppl, i feel like a could break sumthing HUGE, and yell @ mai sister and just whack her. And then i feel like crying a river hysterically. And I'm not joking. I dunno, i THINK ITS MAI DAMN PERIOD, it pisses the CRAP outta me, well lately. I JUST GET SO FREAKIN' MOODY. I'm super pissed, then I'm depressed, then i'm hyper, then im super 'fly'...and yadda yadda. Wut the helk ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh. And wut kinda psychopath actually benefits from screaming. IT DOESNT WORK. It makes me more pissed cuz it doesnt work. I SWEAR. I HATE sum ppl. They have the audacity to be so fake in my face, i feel like WHACKIN' the CRAP outta them with the reverse side of mai hand. AND THEY ACT LIKE ITS NOT THEIR FAULT...when EVERYTHING that happened was 98% their fault. I HATE PPL WHO think their always RYT 100% of them time...and wont let anything prove them wrong, even if u smack it in their face. THEIR SO DAGGON HARD HEADED. Maybe i should whack their skull with a hammer. ANd READ THIS: BEFORE U EVEN THINK ABOUT CALLING SOMBODY FAKE. LOOK @ UR FREAKIN' SELF. BECUZ I DUNNO IF I CAN EVEN COUNT ON ALL MY FINGERS HOW MANY FAKE FOOLS CALL OTHERS FAKE. Ughhhhhh. GET A LIFE. DO SUMN WITH IT. DONATE TO SUM FREAKIN TSUNAMI OR KATERINA RELIEF FUND!

.LifeNowDays.

OOOOOOOOOOO man, well for those of u who think im crazy...thats nice, i could care lesssssssssss. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Now im gonna cry...and cry....and cry...and just CRY tears that WONT come out.

ANd if i FEEL like PLAYING TAG OR FOOTBALL....then thats just too DAMN BAD and NONE of ur BIZNASSSSSS. Just becuz u dont wanna get off ur fat or lazy arse and wanna actually MOVE, doesnt mean that OTHERS DONT.

And i want sumthing good to EAT.

If u meet me in the next two days...make sure ur a safe FIFTY FREAKIN' FEET AWAY FROM ME......just in case.

AND if i dress haLF 'PUNK' and half super 'GANGSTA' thats tooo freakin BAD. Ok! Sorry ur just freakin' 100% punk or 100% gangsta. thats nice. i could care less. follow the crowd.

Alot of ppl and things suck, alot are great and just plain old lovely.

Lifes great.

Now BYE!

n'  leave me a NOTE/COMMENT...

Hey HEY hey HEY hey.

Hmm, soooo how's life? I'm prolly PMSing cuz I thought i could kill someone yesterday. Good Lord. Yesterday I was gonna explode, i just kept gritting mai teeth everytime someone got me mad and kept mai mouth shut. Cuz if it opened it wouldnt CLOSE soon! lmao.

Oh well, im cooooooooooooool now. So, the sorrowing fact that school is coming to a start once again is making me wanna PUKE. Noooo, not again!
Tooo much drama...and then there's those boring days, and then the work, and just the atmosphere. I'm SERIOUSLY thinking about graduating in 11th grade. I dont know if its possible for me to take two more years of high school, unless maybe if im in T.C.

But heyy, wtf am I being all pessimistic for. Ok...i'll talk about nice things now...i hope. Hmm, lets think. OH yes, how could i forget, i just finished a three day stay @ mai cuzinz houes which was cool. We watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith the 1st night and I was soo hyper. haha. And then...the next day we went walking around, and I played volley ball with mai AUNT. i was like dannnng.lol. And then we played dodge ball...and then she tired out. So we went back and then...i dunno, we did sumn fun but i cant remember now. *Isnt mai memory GaNsTaAa.*  We were gonna go home that same night, but when me and 2 of mai sisters packed into his car and he started it, it was making these freaky noises...lmaaaaaooo, so he was like um, i dont think its safe to drive. Yeah, so then we stayed the 3rd night, and that was gooood cuz the next day was my cuzinz BIRTHDAY!!! Muhahaha. And so we woke up the next day, got ready...and then mai other cuzin came over with her NEW NICE CAR! MashAllah, its two door, baby blueeee, and just sprty. So i was just sitting and talkin to her...when i spotted mai cuzin and his wife comin' up. I was like omgg, no one told me they were coming.... And the point of me being like "OMG" was cuz they were bringing their babyyy that hadnt even seen yet. OMG, hes sooooooooooooo freakin' CUTE mashAllah. He's only 2 and half months. And i'm an aunt now ;) Yeah but, yah mai mom and dad and little sister came over too after a little while. And we had this icecream cake, is was soooooooooooooooooooooooo GOOD. and the 1st slice, i shoved it all over mai cuzinz face (the one whose b-day it was) Hahaa. ok...this enteries tooo damn long, ryt...so....then....um, yeah..we had a fun time, and got some more foood. The food was to drool for. It was small, but she wasnt even planning for anything at all.

Ok, so im home now, sleepy and BORED, and BORED, and ahhhhhhhhhh.

i feel bad for those people whose skool started the 22nd. Haha PaBLo

Ok, pe@ce.

Before we met for the third time in our lives...I talked to her over the phone a couple of times. We were older now, she had already rolled into the age of eighteen. She always spoke in a soft voice. "What? Can you repeat that once more." I'd have to say through the phone many times whenever we did talk. "Nothing...forget it," She'd reply then. She seemed so soft and kind.Yet so shy and feeble. We talked less and less as year after year passed. But finally, we met for the third time. The door of my Aunt's family van slide open; I felt so groggy (I hadnt slept the whole night, and now it was seven am.) The remaining of the four siblings stood outside their house, walking to the car. There was three of them, she was one of them; she stood in the middle. She came up slowly, as I slipped out the car; She smiled and we hugged.
As the days of my visit to her home progressed...I became to know her better. She wasn't a shy little person anymore. She did sometimes disappear into her own little world, but soon enough she snapped back out. She had this laugh, not her natural laugh...this hiliarous one she busted out at times. I attempted to copy, but she was the one who sounded like a cartoon. "Gosh, ur SUCH an IDIOT." I'd snap at her in sarcasim. Then she'd ask me if my sh*t was fat. I'd simply say "Very." I liked her...she was different. She was kind and handy. I never liked when she was upset...she'd look so sulken. But she'd come out of it soon enough.
There's many skinny girls out there; There's alot with a big bust and have "got back." But this girl...MashAllah, she was thin, not like a dehydrated-toothpick-lookin' human, but just right. And curves..."Dayum homie G" I said to her a couple of times. She always laughed it off. And me and her older sister (Just a year older) soon got into the habit of taunting her. Jokingly of course. One night we were the last to fall asleep in the house. We talked and talked and talked. Soon enough the sun came up. Oh the things so deep and wild we shared with one another that night.
I remember that before we met for the third time, she had sent me pictures of her  drawings via internet. I couldn't make out what she had drawn, it was too light to tell. I assumed it was just something nice, nothing too special. I drew too...but I guess I didnt know what real drawings were till the 5th day at her house. She brought out a sketch book. She casually opened it. She turned it the first page, it was a woman running track; it was nicely detailed. "Wow" I complimented. She flipped the second, the third, and so on. I couldnt absorb them all...it was so nice. A skull, a model's face, an actor's face from the cover of a magizine. The detail in each picture left me an awe. It was professionally done. All of them. Not a friend did I have who could draw half as good. The model and actor looked so real, each hair on their head defined. "Wow" was literally the only word in my head as I flipped through her sketch book for the third time. MashAllah, MashAllah, MashAllah it was lovely.
And it didn't end there. I guess there's almost nowhere a person can run to be problem free. I had my own issues there. I got in trouble a couple of times...the third time I cracked. I went into their back deck and sat on the wood in dakness, and in tears. She found me after some time. I really rathered I'd be alone...I didn't want to talk...about anything. She came...and talked. I didnt expect any help. Just the usual advice you'd get from a normal friend. She continued to speak...her words slowly sinking in. They helped...shockingly. And I began to understand. Began to understand things I didnt understand before, things that always made me think that I was indeed the victim, the only victim. But as her words soothed my headache, I found that majority, if not all, was on my part. I realized that I was still a dumb and selfish teenager. A teenager who needed to grow and mature...and stop blaming all others for their own problems. But I didnt expect it--from anyone, there let alone her. But she did it, she gave me words of wisdom. I loved her so much for that. Soon her brother bounced into the deck. I remained silent while he talked. He left soon...and after some talk of clearity and just happy, nice things, we left too.
She seemed like an average person. But she was so talented. It didnt take long for one to notice. My visiting time was coming to an end...goodness gracious we were crazy in the last week. Naughty and just plain old sick with it...Ahhh, how fun! I remember one night we came home from a park by the sea, it was dark, we'd waited too long. Me and her kept creeping towards the big rocks and crashing waves. The adults hollered after us. We just had to retreat. Soon enough the adults were pissed, and we dragged ourselves back into the van to go home. But on are way, we decided to grab some food. We all became unnaturally loud. We sang songs so that our throats hurt. And we had a retarded laughing competion. There was one, two....five...ten, yes, there was ten of us packed into the van yapping aloud. We did some crazy sh*t in the back seat that day (Lol.) Dont worry, it was all clean, and we're all super straight. But we laughed our butts off and a few times I couldnt breathe because of the laughter.
Another fun night...I soaked her with a new, filled water bottle. And I made sure the water ran into her shirt and soaked her all. Haha, silly, crazy me ey? Yeah, I know. But that's not the real problem though, we were in the van, packed with nine people. Soon enough...and very unexpectedly she took her revenge, she soaked me good, some down my front, but mostly all over my jeans. It looked like I had peed. Oh well. But I wanted to make sure I annoyed her, for she doesnt get annoyed quickly. I attacked her once more, with another bottle, and this time, unlike with the previous two bottles we had used, I poured it all out. And of course in the most irritating place, right in her lap, a whole puddle. I think she had to pee after that. Haha. Now she realllly looked like she had peed. Hah. That was crazy...and everyone in car realized it too...I feel bad for the person sitting by me, they rathered the floor than the now wet seat we had been sitting on. Who cares though...that persons too much of a LoCer anyway. 
Maybe I have enlongated my tale too much. But I'm not taking it back, there can never be any wasting of time in telling a special soul that their one of a kind. I loved her more, and miss her still.

*~~I love ya girl!!! I spent all this time makin' THIS entry for you. Dont forget meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And I'll keep you anonymous. If you want, I'll take the post off. and wut the helk am i still typing with no mistakes  4? Ah who crrasesesfdsafkl dfds;gj slag (cares) muhahaha.~~*

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