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Mood: test-ness
lyric: the television

amente Music gets the best of me. 28th 2005f Oct, 2005 @ 9:45 pm - Subscribe
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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Mood: not too shabby
lyric: sinem and hala fighting

amente Random thoughts... and stuff. 28th 2005f Oct, 2005 @ 10:28 pm - Subscribe
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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Mood: weird
lyric: just like heaven/ the cure

amente The most pathetic thing about me... 28th 2005f Oct, 2005 @ 10:56 pm - Subscribe
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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Mood: stupid
lyric: trucks honking outside

amente STOP GIVING YOUR ENTRIES THE SAME SUBJECT! 28th 2005f Oct, 2005 @ 11:20 pm - Subscribe
STOP, PLEASE.

It makes it impossible for us to comment you silly people.
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Mood: nauseous