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I went into Auburn Town Square with Hala, Aunt Salwa and her kids. I have come to the realization of where I belong: nowhere. (just about) Everyone was in tight jeans. Everyone was in tops that showed off their cleavage. Everyone was wearing eye make-up, jewelry, and just about everything else that I would never go near. I felt freakishly out of place with my fat-leg pants and my black tee. With my messy brown hair. My face felt naked. It shouldn't matter that everyone dresses, acts, thinks and functions in a different way to me. But it does. I wonder, if I had tripped and hit my head on the sidewalk, if that would have given me some sense of belonging, or in the least, some peace of mind? I wasn't stupid enough to try it. |
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Over my 13 years of existence, that I can remember. Starting at the earliest. 1/ Age 4 and 5. In Iraq, Syria, and probably most other arabic countries, the roof of a house is flat. Like, the top of skyscrapers in America. Yeah, you get the picture. I used to walk on the edge of that for kicks. 2/ Age 6. In Syria, slapping students on the hand with a metal or wooden ruler was pretty legal. I was the class monitor/president or whatever else you'd call it, so when the teacher got out of the room, I had that privelege. I probably shouldn't have done it. I guess that's when the sadism started to take over. 3/ Age 7. Moved to Australia. *thinks* I started cutting the hair of all my barbie dolls. I made them all look like something from a sci fi movie. I also coloured one of them in green texta, then covered that with orange. Leprosy and a fake tan, anyone? 4/ Age 8. Tried to start a cult. Don't ask me about this. 5/ Age 9. I don't remember. Hmm, towards the end of fourth grade, I tried to light Luke on fire. He was a guy I had a crush on, and he bullied my friend. So I sprayed perfume on him and tried to ember-ize him with matches. Don't ask why I had matches at school. 6/ Age 10. Tried to start a cult... again. This time I was a witch princess. 7/ Age 11. Wrote a suicidal poem. I don't even know why I did this. Oh yeah, 'cause one of my idiot online buddies got me into that shit. 8/ Age 11. My friends were teasing my bestie and saying she had her periods, when I knew she didn't. So I just yelled out "I'M THE ONLY ONE HERE WITH PERIODS OKAY?!!?". I didn't even have them yet, they came (coincedentally) a month later. 9/ Age 12. Wrote a speech about suicide. 10/ Age 13. Got into relationships.... ;/ bah!!! Thereeeeee we have it. I'm pretty glad that's all off my shoulders noww. I'm going to have a life today. Going to Westfield's with my parents and my sister. I hate going there. I'm so clumsy that even the sales representatives laugh at me :/. Atleast it's not Fairfield. YOU CANNOT WALK DOWN FAIRFIELD, EVEN IF YOU'RE IN A LIME GREEN SWEAT SHIRT AND HUGE ASS PANTS, IF YOU ARE FEMALE. OLD INDIAN AND ARABIC MEN WILL STARE AT YOU. By old, I actually mean about 20. I don't care. They're ooooold and they have yucky teeth
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I went shopping for my Eid clothes!! Wooh. Myer- Parents argued over money. Dad gave mum $600, she whinged and said he promised her $1000. He gave her $1000, she said that it wasn't enough for her to buy things not only for herself, but for everyone in Iraq. It took me ages to find anything. Got purplish-brown cargoes from Target. I got my top from Colorado. Guess what? At first I picked out a kaftan, but that made me uneasy. The neckline was really low, and it made my boobs look huge :/. So, I'm about to try on something else, when a little head pops out from the wall of the changing room. A 2 year old boy's head. That looked at me until his mother came and slapped him and apologized to me. Fucking hell, when did our society go so backward? In the end I bought a brown shirt with flowers on it. I look Indian in my new clothes ~.o I bought 4 packs of yu-gi-oh cards. There goes $13. Two are for Umar, unless he's *grown up* this year. (He's 16. His voice cracked over the phone a few months ago. I could not stop laughing at that. BAHAHAHAHAHA!) |
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True story, I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream! There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me." I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled down her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door and stepped out of the house. I walked straight towards my car. My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family. "The moral of this story is:" "Always keep your condoms in your car." ---- This story is pretty lame and degrading, but I do have two question for everyone reading... 1/What would YOU do in such a situation? 2/If you're not in a relationship with someone, but they have feelings for you, and you feel the same for them, do you think it's OKAY to flirt/date other people? |