really I can.

But I’d rather marry a hot latino “handyman” instead. :) Who will love me more that I love myself (impossible… trust me).

 

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As for a film review, it sucked. Too rushed, too weak a plot.

Adam Rodriguez is fiiiiiiiiiiine. But really that’s all that made this movie watchable.

Oh and the select few “Madea” lines.…”You too damn ugly to be waking people up in the middle of the night.”

 

I swear I told my cousin that once. xDDDDDD

 

All in all, go watch it if you have nothing else to do, and your a big fan of Tyler Perry and/or “hot latino handymen”.

 

:D

Friend: I went to Taco Bell today.

Me: How’d you go if you don’t have a car?

Friend: I walked there,

Me: You WALKED to Taco Bell?

Friend: hell yea. I walked through the drive through too. shoot.

Me: HAHAHA

Me: You.are.awesome

Friend: =)

I hate my sister.

No really I do.

 

I’m moving out as soon as I’m old enough and I can afford it.

>.>

Random FB Quiz result… that everyone agreed on. xD

 

I just took the "What do people really think of you? Scarily accurate!" quiz and the result is People see you as someone to lean on..

 

People think you are perfect to have around in certain situations. They see you as their shoulder to cry on, the one they can call on anytime they are feeling down. This is a really nice way to be seen, just don’t let them lean on you all the time, someone has to be there for you sometimes too!

Characters:

Me -me

Sofa –MIA friend

S –other friend

M –complicated…. friend of us and special friend of Sofa’s *cough*

 

So last week Wednesday, 10-28-09, Sofa went MIA. At least, according to M. *rolls eyeballs*

Well I mean no one would have noticed, because Sofa not signing on AIM from noon – 10pm isn’t unusual. Only apparently M thought differently. Or at least FORGOT that fact.

Around noon Sofa IMS me… and goes

Sofa: HI… I LOVE YOU TOO

Me: HAIII

Sofa: IM GOINGG

Sofa: OUTTT

Me: okkkk

Sofa: to walgreens drive through

Sofa: i’m driving :D

Me: good for you  xD have fun

Sofa: i will… bye

Me: adios

 

Cut to 4 pm, when none of us had heard from her, and M began going nuts.

Me: she’ll be back

Me: she went to Walgreens

M: thats one long-ass trip to walgreens

Me: she’ll be back… chill

M: i’m chill. g2g bye

-M has signed out-

 

Cut to 6 pm… when S IMs me…

S: saeeda i hav a request please call sofa n make sure dat 1. she's ok nd 2. wen she's comin on

S: please hurry

Me: sry sry sry

Me: im here

S: call sofa now

S: now now now

Me: call her?

S: m is guna go prematurely gray

S: dont u hav her number?

Me: uhm

S: grab a fone n call her

Me: no?

Me: i duno

S: R U KIDDING?

Me: wherm i supposed to find that now

Me: its sumplace

S: NO1 HAS A NUMBER FOR DIS WOMAN

S: HU IS SHE?!?! JAMES BOND LIL SISTER

S: HOLY HELL

S: m has been annoying me for da past like…wat…4 hours

Me: tell m to calm down

S: go find her number n call her

Me: shes gone M.I.A before

Me: shes fine

S: he's worried somethin happend to her

Me: if she or z (her sister) isnt on by 7:30 ill call

Me: good lord

S: u have no idea..how..ugh

Me: siiiiiiiiiigh

S: but yea…call her

Me: not a good day for this girl to play waldo

S: soon

S: unblock him n tell him wen u find out

S: i think ima b gone

S: he's bak

S: o god

S: 5

S: 4

S: 3

S: 2

S: n he imed me no joke…at 2

Me: LMAO

S: yea

S: last time he took 6 seconds… its getting shorter

Me: lmao…wow

S: she went to sleep

S: idiot

S: RETARD

Me: who did?

S: sofa

S: how much u wana bet

S: she's sleeping

Me: nahh yo

Me: she went out

Me: they take all day

Me: trips like this

Me: all the time

Me: i dont hear from her till late at nite

Me: and she has some long explanation

Me:  m knws that

S:yea

Me: m needs to chill

 

About 46 mins later… of ongoing nutcase worrying….

 

Me: sofa….is….on….i…am…going…to…kill….this….girl

S: i knw…she juss IMED me

Me: yeh i know

Me: after all this drama

Me: we shud go beat her up now

Me: n den

Me: fly to [state m lives in]…and beat HIM up

S: no no

S: buldozer

Me: well yeh that works too

S: ship dem both bak to india

Me: yuuups

Me: sounds good

Me: lets go

S: SIIIIIIIIIIIIKE

Me: shoooot yo

Me: these two

Me: are guna drive people nuts

S: fuh real

 

As for Sofa?

Sofa: OMG i feel so loved

Me: SOFA YOU ARE SO DEAD!

Sofa: i know i know chill

Sofa: i come back and theres like messages from you, s, m and even dylan

Sofa: geeez

Me: do yu wanna see? what you had us on?

Me: [insert portion of copy/pasted convo with s and me]

Sofa: oh dear

Sofa: hahahahaha

Sofa: sorry i shudn be laughin

Sofa: but its funny

Sofa: you guys are so cute

Me: lmao. you deserve an asskicking. thats how cute we are. :P

Sofa: HAHAHAHA

Sofa: well, at least u know that nothing severe happened if i go "MIA"

Sofa: but damn,

Sofa: i was like

Sofa: snorin my ass off this whole time

Sofa: hehehe

Me: oh jeezus

Me: i’m hungry… gooodbye. make sure m knws your alive n well.

Sofa: ok… i g2g too anyway.

Me: w.e… bye xx

Sofa: bye x

 

End of story.

So in case you didnt get that…. M was worried like hell about her, and he got us worried about her too… and after 5 hours of pointless nerve recking convos… SHE WAS ASLEEP.

Good lord.

But yeh we still love her. And can’t live without her. xD

11-02-09

*Weeks after my last actual update*

I got NOTHING done today.

Nothing.

NOTHINGGG AT ALL!!!

What is wrong with me. Seriously.

I try every goddamned day to get stuff done, only to fail miserably.

Also, I am not consistent with anything.

I am very very very close to giving up.

*bursts into shameful tears*

 

Also *sniff* I am the worse blogger ever. I have no writing style. My theme sucks. I know nothing. And I have no talent at all whatsoever.

I think I’m going to give up on blogging. I tried. For a year. And its a miserable fail .

 

Miserable fail.

Mom: Saeeda do you want to learn to make paratha roti?

Me: No? o_O Why on Earth would I want to learn that?

Mom: So you can cook for your husband. Until he gets high cholesterol and you have to switch to sada roti.

Me: O_o ooooooooooookie

Mom: Really. I’m serious

Me: …………………………

Mom: =)

 

My question. Why the hell is the word “husband” coming up in every conversation with the rents. IM ONLY 15 ! geezus.

something happens?

and you don’t know what it is? Or what to do about it?

 

The feeling of insecurity, feeling of self-consciousness, worrying, wondering. You can’t put your finger on it, but you just don’t feel good. A cloud hangs over you, but its not depression.

You long for something, someone. You feel incomplete, but nothings missing. Your waiting, for what you don’t know.

 

Then your eyes meet the eyes of one person, and the whole world is right again. Everything is ok. Insecurities lifted.

You smile, they smile. The planets align.

 

Then as quickly as the ease had come, either you or them break the gaze and walk away, and the itching feeling returns.

 

I miss the ease. I miss the completeness. I miss you.

Even though I barely know you.

 

 

(I don’t expect anyone to understand this, it was written from the bottom of my heart. Please don’t ask for an explanation, cause its unexplainable. Thanks loves.:) )

(Its Ramadan, that’s my excuse for not writing. Oh and I’m going to NY. Tomorrow morning. So uhm… I wont be here fer a while. I think.)

 

ANYWAY

Last night at masjid… I brought along a 24 pack of Crayola crayons, Sharpies, and Crayola Twistables. Oh and my journal. I spent the entire time during the lecture drawing a field of wildflowers, and the Tree of All Souls. :D

It was fun. xD

 

Speaking of my journal, my little brother bought it for me… for Eid. He wrapped it up and stuck it in a gift bag and gave it to me with such a brilliant smile. And its such an ADORABLE journal! Pink and lime green (I excused his color choice) in plaid was the design on the outside. The inside was plain lined paper, not decorated. Which is what I like because decorated pages impact your writing style.

Anyway I fell in love with it, handed him the gift I had for him (yes I know its not Eid yet, but I’m not dragging gifts all the way to NY that will only have to be brought back. = pointless) and took off to color and write and draw swirly smiley faces all over.

 

My god….Ramadan is almost over. o_O Its so depressing. It went by so damn fast. I don’t even feel like I did everything I could have. I’ll miss praying Taraweeh and fasting and all that. I’ll miss everything.  But hey, at least there’s Eid. Eid = food. :D

 

***

I’m taking my lappy to NY, so I’ll have a computer. However, I don’t know if I’ll get internet, so we’ll see.

***

 

I know this entry is all over the place, but its only because I have yet to pack (and its 2:31 pm) and I have a zillion other things to do. I leave you with this http://www.crayola.com/coloring_application/index.cfm?referrer=/index

 

I must warn you, it is extremely addicting…. Color away. ;)

 

Adios. ^_^

09-11-09

ITS RAINING!!!!

And I am so HAPPY! Because I got to go dance in the rain. xD

Well I wasn’t supposed to, because like I said, I get sick a lot. But mum sent me outside to get something outta the car, and it was pouring rain, so I stood there and twirled around and pranced around and let the wind blow the rain  into my face and I was laughing like a 5 year old.

Yeh go ahead and laugh at me. But it was fun ok.

 

GAH I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO SAY

But I have to go masjid.

Adios

Depends how annoying they are. >.> 

There are a few people I know who I'd even tell to go smile at some really important person with their spinach teeth. And others whom I'd tell... a bit reluctantly. 

:D

(food description + spanish numbering = uhm…weirdness)

09-10-09

(OH LOOK A PATTERN!!)

 

Ok so I’m sure you want to know why the hell Saeeda decided to make a LiveJournal when she already has such a fawesome Wordpress blog for her writing ranting storytelling blabbing blogging needs.

Well, Saeeda (aka…me) has decided to write daily mini randomness on here. Not necessarily always a recount of my day, but unless I am on vacation, sick, married, or dead, I vow not to desert this blog for even a single day. (hmm… what an interesting statement….)

Anyhow, if you don’t know who Saeeda (aka… me) is, let me give you a nutshell. (That didn’t come out right but who cares.)

I am a wickedly fawesome high school junior living in Miami and spending my days studying crap that will not benefit me in any way shape or form (aka history, geometry, chemistry, blablabla) and staring at the sky (I would marry the sky if it was possible). Oh and dancing in the thunderstorms and getting sick with fever and ear infections every month. (ah Miami life) I’ve got two younger siblings who drive me crazy and parents who I’d willingly give my life for.

My family shalt always come first. Then my lovely friends.

Oooooooooooook that is all you need to know.

 

Now for my first entry. :D

*brace yourself*

So I went to taraweeh night before last night (didn’t go last night because uhm… we were watching the president’s speech. LAME EXCUSE I know ok. Then I hadda shower and eat and I just prayed Isha and 3 witr and went to sleep.)

And the lady that was praying next to me, was sick. And she kept blowing her nose on tissues, and leaving them on the floor in front of her, and going down for sujood on top of them. I kept thinking “ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww o_O” and thanking God that I didn’t have to make sujood anywhere near them. THEN the idiot lady next to me (other side) left, and the whole line shifted to the right. The lady I guess felt bad, and moved her snotty tisses to the right with her. Meaning I was left making sujood right on the spot where the tissues had been. o_O

Lets just say I will not be returning to that masjid. Unless I am dead and they are reading my janazaah there (though I doubt it would be there, the burial ground is further north)

I’m going to another masjid for iftar tonight, we got invited up there. (Ah foood)

Did I mention I’m starving??? Its the end-ish of Ramadan and I have run out of energy after not feeling the fasting at all during the month. Well my iron levels are to blame ok. >.> I am a sickly child. (yes you should know that too)

So now I have to go do some Spanish. And Geometry. And that stupid assignment in American History where I have to rewrite the DOI (Declaration of Independence) in modern english. >.> Wth kinda assignment is that I duno. I suppose I’ll just be like “desseee crackas cant ownnd us no mo… we our own damn bosses now””

Ok not like that, gosh I’m not REALLY trying to fail this class.

Either way wish me luck. Its already 3 pm. I have no clue where the hell my day went. (or month for all that matters)

(BTW… if your going to become a reader of this journal blog thingy, let you be warned. I can’t spell. And my sentences are all over the place. So like, don’t hold me accountable if your brain turns to mush upon trying to comprehend the text on the page.)

iiiiight I’m outt. pceee.