вторник, 21 октября 2008 г.

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1. My hand is still killing me. Is there ANYTHING I can do to stop the pain?
2. My room is freezing.
3. Everyone is getting fed up with this election....at least people are agreeing on something. Most people are either doing third party write-in, or not voting at all. One thing is for sure....when everything is said and done...some people will be throwing confetti, and others will be throwing bricks.
4. Speaking of which...I�declare that bricks become the new "confetti". LOL.
5. I now have to break out my Nightmare Before Christmas gloves, hat and scarf. I�do not like this fact in frigginapos; October.
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воскресенье, 19 октября 2008 г.

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"...its not possible to feel loving or worthy of love at the same time that you feel resentful or angry- they are incompatible emotional states; you can feel one and then the other, but not both at once."

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"its only after you experience some significant disappointment and learn how to love your spouse in spite of, and in full awareness of, his or her flaws that you will pass this test of adulthood."

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Friday was here again. Just like last Friday, and last last Friday, I dragged my feet towards the waiting kitchen van. Adam was grinning at the rear side of the Kitchen van. I also noticed Kathy whom was waving at me with a warm smile on her face. I must be one of the earliest to arrive again, today.

"Hey girl Why do you look so gloomy today Cheer up now Get you packed lunch sweet pie" As energetic as ever I thought, I grinned back to Adam.

Adam was my teacher, as well as our student-adviser for Global Education service, which I had joined as a part of the compulsory module of studying in Redbrick College. Not too long after I settled� myself in the kitchen van, munching the cold sandwich of tuna� and my favorite cheese and onions Walkers crisps, another bunch of my teammates in this service arrived.� Shishily, a girl from Gambia sat next to me. We exchanged grins.

"Another chemistry class huh? Man, I love chemistry, but I love not being in that chemistry class." She sighed. Shishily and I had both been assigned to help mentoring the student in a chemistry class in Sumwhere Secondary School. I understood perfectly what she was saying. Both of us feel that we have not been of much use in the school.

Personally to me, I felt something more than just that.

No longer than ten minutes, both of us already arrived at the class. What greeted me first was sceptical glances from the young teacher that was in-charge of the class. I returned a smile instead. But somehow I felt like my strength was being eaten away by the atmosphere in the class.

I did what I would normally do. Helping the students who needed help with their tutorial sheet.

"Sophie, can you please help me with this questions?" Occasionally a student would request one of us to help them. I helped the student with some of the question. O-Level Chemistry was definitely much easier than I used to thought back then. During my school time, I found that Chemistry was one of the subject that I needed to struggle more. But now, when I looked back at the syllabus it does not seemed as hard as I used to imagined.�

As I was helping one of the students, I glanced at the boy who next sat to him. He sat there preoccupied. However, not to the tutorial sheet that was given, instead he was sketching something else on the paper.

"Do you need help?" I smiled encouragingly.

He looked up, startled at first. "Erm, not really."� I caught a glimpse of the sketch on the paper. A picture of an airplane that was hitting the ground. My heart skipped a bit. What was written on the top of the airplane was the reason that I shaken for a bit.

"For Allah."

What a sinister statement that was.

My draining strength felt completely drained.And my eyes, felt hot and moisturized.

I smiled as best as I managed to. "If so then, I will leave you trying to solve the question in this tutorial sheet, okay?" I left the two students.

The two hours of class mentoring felt even longer than just two hours.

That late afternoon, as I reached my room, I throw myself onto the bed. This was not the first time having to vulnerably face Islamophobic. And usually I would be able to shake the thoughts of off my mind. But today, it felt extraordinarily heavy. Perhaps because I had not been able to talk to akhwati, silently I tried to reason myself.

I grabbed my mobile phones and started scrolling down all the contacts number that were stored in my mobile phones. I tried to call each number one by one, but to no avail. It is expectable, I assured myself. Because they probably have lectures or classes now.

Well, it is alright, I told myself again. Tonight we will have another online kuliah. I forced a smile onto my tired face. The eyes felt as hot and moisturized as they were this afternoon. Soon I fell asleep, unaware of the pearly tears that was rolling down my cheeks.

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That night, I sat on my bed with my laptop on. Everything was set alright, just waiting for the online kuliah. But His plan would always override mine. That night, as I tried to log into my Yahoo Messenger, the server refused. I tried for an hour or so. But to no avail. I glanced at the digital clock on my mobile phone. I took a deep breath. Letapos;s stop this. I told myself. No use trying to log in anyway, because the kuliah must be over by now. I turned my laptop off.

Absent-mindedly, I took my jacket and go out of my room into the darkness of Redbrick Collegeapos;s ground. I had not have a slightest idea as where I was heading to. I just wanted to be out of my room. As I walked passed a group of my college-mate, I could smell the sour-bitter smell of arak. My imaan said to leave as fast as I could, but my feet brought me to my college-mate instead. After exchanging Hi and How are you, I left. Again to nowhere. I went to the computer lab in the Academic Building.

Not many people was there anyway. Because it was Friday Night. Why would anyone spend their time in front of a computer on Friday Night. Heaven, no

Bram was there though. I logged into the computer and search randomly online. Lost my aims and destination, I wandered around on the net. Bram and I conversed occasionally over the almost empty Computer Lab.

Then, an akh came from the outside. Apparently he was just finished with the kuliah online too.

"You were not online today. Why not?" He said.

"I have a reason for it." I decided not to explained the reason. I wanted to end the conversation about this.

He seemed to feel slightly offended with my attitude. He stood up and headed towards the door. "You know what, sometimes you need to sacrifice your time too." Then he left with no more word.

I silently continued wandering on the net, though my heart was protesting. I wanted to tell him that it was not like I do not want to attend the kuliah online, but I was unable to, the server do not allow me to log in. And I tried until the end of the time... Too.

As the clock showed 2200 on my mobile phone, I packed my stuff and headed to my house, which is up the small hill of M1. My mind seemed to be filled with random thoughts. His words, even though I know it was not a fair remark, seemed to disturb me. I lamented.

It was extraordinarily windy that night. The branches and twigs of a huge tree that was planted next to the end side of the M1 seemed to be dangerously dancing in the dark windy night. Suddenly fear struck deep into my heart. What if a huge branches fall upon me tonight, as I passed the tree? Would I die tonight, or would I be in agony for weeks after? Suddenly the thought of dying scared me.

Feeling that my dosa had been piling up more and more and more since the last two years. And feeling that my pahala was not even of the weight of a zarah.

It reminded me of the tazkir from al-Furqan, about how those who refuse to believe in Allah felt so scared upon the approaching death. And here I was, trembling with the same fear. Or... Was I nothing more than the same unprepared human being that refuse to believe in Him? Had not my attitude been any different. My piles of dosa... Perhaps I was nothing different then.

I stood gazing upon the huge tree. I felt as if it was scolding me. Again, tears rolled down real fast this time. Back then, when I gazed upon waving trees, I would found a compassionate feeling whispering into my hearts. But now, all I could feel is anger and scolds. Perhaps, I had truly been so far from the right path these days.

I dragged my feet for the second time today. It felt heavy to walk under the scolding tree, even heavier than walking towards a misunderstood society. Perhaps.. It was my sin that was weighting my feet down to the ground.

Forgive me, was the only thought that I had in mind.






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And my high crime for today was wishing my mother goodnight and turning off the living room lights. Honestly, if they treat me with scorn and distrust and doubt, is it any wonder that I never actually come out of here? Feels like I have to wear a whole other persona just for dealing with my folks.

What kind of life is this if I have to pretend even when Iapos;m with my family??

Nothing like one snub to ruin an otherwise stellar day. I even got to have a lemon Jolly Rancher, which I havenapos;t seen in... Gosh, years. That really cheered me up earlier when I was feeling run down. And now my mood is shot to hell and back.

Tomorrowapos;s agenda: anthropology report. Iapos;m staying in here and reading my book. And if they bitch at me about that, Iapos;m reading it outside on the side yard wall.
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суббота, 18 октября 2008 г.

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I donapos;t get me sometimes...
This week has been GREAT I have been so excited about new possibilities and have enjoyed experiencing new things and getting things done.
All of a sudden today I am just so irritated by EVERYTHING. Iapos;m sick of talking to people and pushing myself to the background for school. I have run out of patience and I need a refill.
I usually pride myself on how much I can tolerate...and I finally found a breaking point.

Thursday I got a bit of a refill because I went to see Ray and we talked about some really practical things like how to get in touch with othersapos; feeling...and the key to that is to get in touch with your own feelings first. If you donapos;t understand how you feel about things then how can you even begin to understand othersapos;.
And I had a really good talk about guys with him. I asked him about why it seems like guys arenapos;t doing any work in relationships or for relationships.
I went to craigslist just for the heck of it and all the guys who were looking for girls all have the same grocery list for girls and OH�WAIT they are waiting for someone else to do the work of finding them.
Sorry, but I have no patience anymore for guys who donapos;t work for their relationship.
I know it sounds like a double standard...but it really isnapos;t...because I hold the same standards for girls who are whining about NOT being in a relationship and WAITING for the right guy to come along. GO�OUT�AND�GET�A�MAN because there are guys out there who donapos;t have the balls to say "Hi" to a girl, and there are guys out there who donapos;t know that some of these girls exist because the girls donapos;t get off their butts to go and be seen
The same goes for guys.

I have finally gotten over the fact that I donapos;t have anyone to even ask to makeout with me. Iapos;m just content with finding guys to get hot over. But I am honestly too busy to fret over guys. I�HAVE�WAY�TOO�MUCH�TO�DO
But I do like looking at hot guys...they are fun.
Like the other day I had a thing going with a guy in one of those racing red subarus. We were dancing around each other on the highway and he was in front of me for a while and I could tell he was looking at me through his rear view mirrior and then his exit came up and he moved over and before I passed him he started craning his head over to get a couple good looks at me. I smiled at him and I toyed with the idea of blowing a kiss to him. It was great :D

But right now...I donapos;t feel like sacrificing any more of me to anyone or anything. But that is tough cookies because I have a lot of crap to do this weekend.
It kind of apalls me that I am the one who listens to everyone elses problems but when it is time that I want to talk about my problems just to get them out of my head...no one wants to listen. I donapos;t get it.
So this journal is just gonna have to do.

Lord, give me patience and peace.

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I amnot talking about anything that I was going to in my last entry.� Well except the game....

okay, so i am going private.
Why?
Well.
I just donapos;t�need the concern of� who is reading my stuff.



Praise God.

praise God

praise God

Praise G od

well, Iapos;ve taken all the heartache that the world could send my way
and iapos;ve taken all the sorrow and the lies that caused me pain
but iapos;m takinapos; it no longer� for a change has just occurred
and iapos;m listenin to the Master
Iapos;m taking my God at His word.

If God said it
i believe it
and thereapos;s nothing more to say
Cuz Iapos;m standing on HIs promise
that the world canapos;t take away
I have chosen
to hold on to the truth
that I have learned
and Iapos;m giving back my sorrow
Im taking my God at His word.

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to announce that we went� hasselfree. The kids loved it. There were no hassles = period.

The game was great even though we lost. But THis is my view on that.� If we had tickets for the night they clinched a spot in the playoffs. Our night out would have been much more expensive because� we would have wanted to stay for some of the fun. But it was God who saved our wallets that night Praise HIm.

Well, it;s time to go again.
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So Iapos;m worried about my dad... We donapos;t get along sometimes, in fact we fight often.� He knows some really cruel things to say.� There is a painful past behind the way I�want to impress him and he is apathetic unless heapos;s angry with me.� Itapos;s�cliche I�know, but if I�could erase the dysfunctional from my life I would in a heart beat.�
Anyway, heapos;s an epileptic who never takes his medication...in theory because the side effects are worse than the seizures.� He used to rarely have them if he kept up with potassium supplements.� Lately theyapos;ve come more and more frequently.� Today he off-handedly told me that heapos;s begun hallucinating during the seizures.� Heapos;s going to the doctor--which is good but also indicates the severity of the situation.� He practically wonapos;t see a doctor unless an arm is falling off or something.� He must really be having hallucinations, and it may be more frequent than heapos;s letting on.�
He said earlier today he saw an anteater in the dining room.� He said that in the past, heapos;s seen objects in the room vibrate or jiggle around on shelves.� As itapos;s happening, he knows itapos;s a hallucination.�
This sounds like a brain tumor or something else neurological to be deeply concerned about.� It also worries me because my dadapos;s father, my grandpa, had a psychotic episode back when my dad was a kid.� Itapos;s part of why he and his siblings were estranged from him throughout his childhood, after his parents separated.� I donapos;t know much about what happened, because my dad doesnapos;t talk about personal things.� Even though Iapos;m family.� I have some right to know our history (especially mental and medical), but heapos;s very close-mouthed about it.� He talks ad nauseum about growing up, but not about the real things that happened to make him who he is.� Of course he would want to talk nostalgically about when times were better than they are now.� But not about his violent, short-tempered father.� Iapos;m sure he canapos;t see how much he must be like him, either.� My father has the temper of fire ants.� Heapos;s pissed before you even know what about, and will give you such a ruthless long-burning bite that you wonapos;t want to see him again for weeks.� But he forgets about it the very next day.
Could his temper (especially as of late) be related to a brain tumor?� Or is he just an asshole?� One seems as likely as the other at this point.� I�am nevertheless worried about it.� I donapos;t think my sister knows yet, but Iapos;m guessing my mom does and hasnapos;t felt comfortable telling us yet.� Sheapos;ll save it like trump card for when it seems like the most dramatic, outrageous thing she can possibly say.� It will shatter my sisterapos;s day, but I will already have heard.


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пятница, 17 октября 2008 г.

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Dress rehearsal is Saturday, so here is my updated (yet again) to-do list for The Last Days of Judas Iscariot:

Judas: Needs sandals.
Satan: Needs pretty much his entire outfit still. This has taken longer due to needing to buy not only his suit, but his shirts and a possible under-shirt. (Satanapos;s actor and our theaterapos;s resident Cannuck will thankfully provide his own shoes.)
Sigmund Freud: Needs a three piece suit. We have an alternative, but Naila says sheapos;ll see if she can borrow one from another college for us.
The Judge: Needs his coat adored, and also needs his hat.
Caiaphas the Elder: Needs yarmulke
Saint Monica: Finish dress, make turban.
El-Fayomy: The director took one look at the African Muslim hat I made for him and said "....can we get a vest from the same fabric?". Which I actually found a brilliant idea.
Gloria: Needs her final wings. Also need director to approve wings.
Bailiff: Finish coat, pants, call in actor to put him in it.
Mary Magdalene: needs shoes. (a few other people might need shoes too.)
Mother Theresa: Line sari, (add elastic in sari) line vial.

Stuff has been going VERY well all things considered. I had a small temper tantrum at school. It was related to incidentally, NOT the play, but the fact that work called me and said I was schedualed on Halloween, when Iapos;d told them VERY clearly that I could ONLY work on Saturday and Sunday. I freaked out at them, then called them back an hour later to apologize.)

Thankfully, Martine, one of my fellow students, whoapos;d just costumed the EPIC and EPICALLY STRESSFUL Joeapos;s Garage, recognized the signs of Costumer Tantrum and made a run to El Polo Loco for me.

We stayed later, and I learned that both Martine and Leslie (the other girl) happened to be familiar with Harry Potter Puppet Palsapos; Theater. So transparently Iapos;m not the only closeted geek in the costume shop.

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I want friends and a boyfriend who:

want fun adventures
inspire me to be a better person
are smart and creative but without making me feel like iapos;m not those things
want to go swimming in the middle of the night and have dance parties and bbqs and have a whole lot of fun without just sitting around talking about other people. I want people who bring out the best in me and for me to be able to bring out the best in them.

i just want to be surrounded by good fun people all of the time.

iapos;ve also decided that i want a new job. Or two new jobs even. Im tired of running my ass off without making any money for all my hard work.

im going to apply to uf and if i dont get in im either going to move out of state or move to a school that accepts me.


everything i write in here is always in half list half paragraph form. Sloppy. Meh.

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