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Wooh, I love that song by SEB. Fought with mum over the computer, so I am now at Aunt Salwa's. Their computer needs a good kick in the arze. They have ancient versions of just about everything. I'm going shopping for my Eid clothes tomorrow... I will probably keel over from boredom. I love Tool. Tool> your mother. Woah. I wish Tool were my mother. ... that fucking sounded wrong. Miss Matta yesterday- "Some of my relatives are married to cousins, but look at me, I'm okay!" Gina and I couldn't stop giggling at that. She is still acting like I'm a dogma. Miss Matta: So, who can tell me why aboriginal men had to walk 3 miles to find a bride? Me: So they wouldn't marry their relatives? (This was a HUGE guess. I only even thought of it because we're learning about self-fertilization in science... flowers, btw. Not people... LMAO) Miss Matta: Wow! You just continue to astound me... I thought I'd be here ages giving you clues! *eye roll* This laptop makes my wrist uncomfortable ;/ |
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When I'm around someone who is outgoing, I instantly turn shy. When I am around someone shy, I am outgoing. When someone can't talk about their feelings, I never shut up about mine. When they can, mine are never known. I am hopelessly, impossibly romantic, and it's a part of me that people never see, or never want to. I sit and I cry to The Cure songs, and sing along. I am shit scared of physical contact in a relationship. I will run away like a girl in kindergarten running from a yucky boy who wants to kiss her and has vegemite all over his mouth. I cry too much. 99.999999999999% of the time, I just want to run away. I feel really guilty because I never understood my ex. These are my favourite songs of all time; 1/ Aenemea- Tool 2/ Stinkfist- Tool 3/ Pictures of You- The Cure 4/ Just Like Heaven- The Cure 5/ I hate everything about you- Three days grace 6/ Gravity- APC 7/ Lipgloss and black- Atreyu 8/ Sober- Tool 9/ I miss you- Blink 182 10/ Without me- Eminem. And... I'm out... bah. |
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Is the fact that I'm Arabic born, yet I can't read or write worth shit. My speech is shaky too, but it gets a passing mark. There are Chinese/Indonesian/Indian muslims who learn Arabic and excel at it. They also have their own languages to worry about. Why am I so stupid that I can't tell ض from ظ? *slaps self* |
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STOP, PLEASE. It makes it impossible for us to comment you silly people. |