I'm sorry Kanye West, whaat?

Another year, another set of VMAs and Kanye West has not failed to make a complete ass of himself yet again when he interrupted Taylor Swift during her speech only to tell everyone how great Beyonce's video was.

Yes, we're all bummed that Beyonce didn't win but that does not give you the right to go up while Taylor Swift was still up there and announce it to everyone. Although, he blames it on the alcohol the matter of fact is Kanye West was, is and always will be a self-righteous asshole.

I have to say though, I love his music, I love his style but his ego.. not so much. Oh and as for his appearance at the show, his hair was wicked although I usually detest people who have designs shaved into their head but on him, it just worked.

I've never been a huge fan of Taylor Swift but I think she's one of those real girls Hollywood's so in need of. She looked stunning too, and congratulations to her on winning the best female artist video.

Anyhow, another thing that premiered at the vma's along with Michael Jackson's 'This is it' premiere(something that will also be going down on my must-watch check list), was an extended new moon trailer. I thought the Twilight movie was utter rubbish and it completely destroyed my liking for the book but after seeing this trailer, I'm actually looking forward to it and maybe just maybe it'll be a promising film after all.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cx6E0HtJAA


Until next time, xoxo

What I hate about you,

Hey guys, I know I promised to write short stories but I'll only begin writing them once Ramadan's done. Anyways there was this article I read by a stand-up comedian and even after reading it multiple times, I found it hilarious and thought I could share it with you all.


9 things I hate about everyone

1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their a** to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!

6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.

8. When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here???


Until next time,

xoxo

Done and over with,

Hiya girlies, I hope you all had a wonderful summer and I know it's been a while since I've posted but I've grown weary of it. Yes, I have written my story in advance so there's enough to last over 10-15 more posts but I'm no longer able to continue the story and the excitement of writing it has just died down. I'll probably just continue it as a personal project but nothing else. I'm really sorry but I won't be continuing the story, I won't however stop blogging but now I'm still going to be blogging but it'll be on short stories and so on. I didn't want to be a let-down but I really don't have any inspiration anymore and now that my summer's over with and school's started again, I don't know if I'll have time to work on the story.

I finally figured out how to use the uploader, all I had to do was use firefox. Once again google has saved me :p I'm trying a new layout and I've changed the blog name and the website url, hope you guys like it :) x

Being Aaliyah [P8]

Current mood:-Pretty satisfied; great day girls :)



Listening to:-My little brother sing Cascada off-tune :P oh and The Rasmus!



Current quote:-'When patterns are broken, new worlds emerge'.



I am loving the feedback, and and and my tenth follower * does a happy dance * Yes, here I am getting super psyched about having ten followers while there are blogs with over a hundred but hey, you gotta start somewhere right? :p



Carpe Diem, Material Girl and all of my Anonymouses not to mention every one else who's given me inspiration thanks so much for the feedback, much appreciated. I still haven't figured out a name, I liked the idea about the past and the reserructed but I couldn't see it as a name. How's the forgotten? I honestly think picking a name is the hardest part >.<'

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P8- (This one's for you Carpe Diem though I haven't done it your way, I really don't know how to so you're going to have to help me with that :p )

*I want to continue with Fahad’s perspective for a bit because everything’s just so long, I can’t cram it all into one post.

All of a sudden, I sprung to my feet. I shouldn’t be sitting here; I should be with my best friend. I didn’t know what I was going to say to him or how I was going to stop him, all I knew was that I was going to fight for him. I was not going to let him do this to himself.

I don’t know how many speeding tickets I might’ve got but I could deal with that all later. As I zoomed across the road, I silently prayed that I wasn’t too late.

I neared his house and I quickly got out of the car and bolted up the stairs in his house. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I saw him crouched over on his back on the balcony with his hands on neck.

I quickly walked up to him and sat myself next to him.

Me: ‘You don’t want to do this Abood’.

Abood: ‘Right now, I don’t really know what I want’.

Me: ‘If you do this then her losing her life would all be for a waste...Yes, it was probably the stupidest thing you could’ve done and completely idiotic but there’s nothing you can do now except learn from this and live for her, live the life that she wasn’t able to’.

Abood: ‘If only things were that easy. You know the worst part is, I’m not even being punished for this because of who my family is. Accident or not, according to the law, I should be in jail’.

Me: ‘…You can’t turn yourself in, what good will it do?’

Abood: ‘I’m not going to turn myself in but turn my life around; I think I’m going to start by finding Hala’s friend’.

The show must go on.

Mood:-Psyched! I've been feeling really happy and content with everything the past few days seeing as I'm usually a very bi-polar person things are either going to go drastically wrong during the next few days or my life has finally balanced out and I can experience feelings like a normal person :p

Listening to:- The Prodigy-Omen (Hands down one of the best electronic rock band's there are, and this song proves just that)

Current quote:-I've met so many people, often the scum of the earth, and found them, you know, quite decent. I am an uncomfortable stranger to moral indignation. ~W. Somerset Maugham
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P7-Being Aaliyah [Yuup; I've decided on a name myself since you guys are not at all helpful -.-' Except for Material Girl ofcourse, who picked out this name ;p]

It's a short post but hey something is better than nothing, right? If I get good feedback on this one I promise you a new one as soon as possible. My inspiration for this post came from the Anonymous commentors, Thank you :)

I put my wayfarers back on and slipped into my flip flops as I gazed at the beautiful scenery in front of me. The stunning, crystal blue waters sparkled in the sunlight as the fish jumped in and out of the water causing ripples to form in the sea. I moved closer and tossed a pebble into the water as far as I could get it to go and smiled lightly as I heard it plop into the sea.

I sat down and watched the sand granules fall through the spaces in my hand as I poured it from one hand to another. I took a deep breath and wondered how I ended up in such a situation.

My friend is about to kill himself and I’m sitting here talking to myself. Great.

My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and I gazed up at the blue cloudless sky as if looking for an answer. This was the place my parent’s would always bring me to when I was little. We would spend hours lazing under the hot sun doing just about nothing and everything all at the same time. I’m sure we would still be doing those things if it wasn’t for that dreaded day that took my parents’ away from me.

I tried not to think about it but every single moment remained so clear in my mind. My mind raced back to us calmly sitting in our boat, fishing like we always did every Friday but we never expected there to be thunder. We lived in a desert where it seldom rained so checking the weather forecast was not something we were accustomed to. My parents never learned how to swim and I was neither strong nor a good enough swimmer to save them. I remember that night as I was about to drown, I felt a force push me towards the buoy and I held onto it with all my might as I watched my parents being helplessly thrown around in the sea. I tried to pull them towards me but it was of no use, they had already drowned. I was shivering from the cold and crying at the same time, I felt so lost as I kept calling my parents’ names. I was then rescued by a man who now takes care of me. He tries to become closer to me but I guess a part of me doesn’t want to let him in because I’m afraid he’ll try and take my father’s place.

I pushed these thoughts back into my head and tried to concentrate on what was happening right now. My mind always drifted off topic, I think it’s mainly because I have so many things bottled up in my mind that I never allow myself to think about. I’ve always been afraid to let emotions in, I’ve always been too afraid to feel.

Until next time,

xoxo

P.s: I figured that maybe since I wrote my thoughts before the story you guys forgot about it by the time you finished reading the story so I'll say it again; when I say leave me suggestions, I honestly mean leave me the suggestions :P I'll take criticism too! but right now I'm desperate for a name.

Untitled? Part Six.

I can't really be bothered to write this post in my usual layout and as for my mood, I'm feeling pretty depressed right now but I'm already late on my promise so I wanted to post tonight. I think I've come to that stage in your life where you realise just how harsh reality is, when people say things are going to get better; they never mean it. I always thought missing someone should get better as the days went on and although I think of her less, I still tear up every now and then. Happy Birthday G.B, You would've been a year older today and someone to be very proud of too :*


Also since I figured that this post is way way way too short I added an extra part to it and I'll be leaving tomorrow so I'm not sure if I'll be able to update soon but most probably in less then a week if not tomorrow.

P.s I still need a name for the story, parts are getting boring. Help!
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*In Fahad’s perspective.

I put my hands on my head as I thought about what I just saw. I don’t know why I followed her home or even attempted to befriend her in the first place, all I knew is at that moment it was exactly what I wanted to do. I’ve never been a guy who was good with dealing with emotions; I would flee at the first sign of them so what am I doing with a girl like this?

Ever since that day Abood hit that girl, I’ve been feeling really emotional and anxious about everything. I can’t remember the girl’s face or her friend’s; I was too shocked to look up especially since I knew he saw her there and still hit her. I have a feeling her death wasn’t accidental but I still didn’t have the courage to question my friend.

I was a coward, I am a coward but I’m tired of being one. I need to talk to him now, if Aaliyah is so upset over whatever she’s gone through, I wonder how that girl must feel. I need to find that girl and talk to her but more importantly I need to find Abood and talk to him...now.

I ran out of my cousin’s house and out on to the road, quickly but carefully enough so that Aaliyah doesn’t happen to see me. I jumped into my Range Rover, put my Ray Ban wayfarers on and plugged the iTrip in as Laurent Wolf’s ‘No Stress’ blasted out. I tilted my head back as I pondered about what I was going to do next. I pulled my mobile out and called Abood; a groggy, unfamiliar voice picked up the phone.

I soon came to realize that it was in fact Abood, he sounded horrible; like he’d been crying for days. I decided that I could play the curious boy later and the dutiful friend now and pushed my foot on the accelerator as I headed to his house.

I was greeted at the door by a pale looking Abood, who looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. I unexpectedly pulled him into a hug and then straightened myself out as I felt his body tighten. I pulled away and asked him how he was doing; he simply gave me half a smile and led me into his house. I tried asking him questions but he was too deep in his own thoughts to hear me, I looked around the place and as bad as my room looked back home. This place looked like a hurricane went through it, I tried to arrange whatever I could and then proceeded to order some food since it didn’t look like he had anything to eat in a while and I was beginning to grow hungry.

After more than an hour or so of sitting in silence he began to speak.

Abood: ‘I don’t know why I did it, it was so stupid of me but I was out of control. I didn’t think about what I was doing’.

Me: ‘What? What’s wrong?’

Abood: ‘Everything was going fine and then he had to come along and ruin it and I just didn’t know how to deal with him in the picture. I went crazy Fahood, I know I’ve done some really messed up stuff in the past but this is beyond my limit and I took it all out on her, without even listening to her side and now..’.

Me: *my heart went out to this guy, sitting here watching him filled with so much pain and remorse, I didn’t know what to do or how to feel* ‘I..I...I don’t know what to say Abood. I want you to tell me everything that happened to make you like this. Everything from the beginning, till right now and I promise you we’ll figure everything out’.

Abood: ‘You don’t understand! I am going crazy, literally! Everywhere I go, I see her face, and everything I do reminds me of her. How can I live with myself after I’ve done something like this? How can I enjoy my life when I took hers away from her?’

Me: ‘...What’s done is done. We all make mistakes’.

Abood: ‘A MISTAKE? So, this is all just a mistake to you. I killed a girl, Fahad. Do you know how it feels to wake up every day knowing you’re a murderer? Knowing you murdered the one girl you loved, the one person who was able to make you smile, the one person who made your life...worth living’.

Me: *I looked down at my shoes, I really didn’t know what to say* ‘Abdullah, that might all be true but what exactly can you do about it now? Crying and feeling depressed about it isn’t going to help’.

Abood: ‘I know but I don’t know how to be any other way which is why I wanted to let you know that I’m going to end this, once and for all’.

Me: *gee this guy sounds he came right out of a movie* ‘and how do you plan on doing that?’

Abood: ‘I’m going to take my life, just like I took hers’.

The amount of shock that was shown on my face was unbelievable.

Me: ‘You’re going to do what?’

Abood: ‘You heard me’.

With that, he walked away. I was too surprised, shocked and just upset to do anything about it. Even if I did, what would I say to him? What could I possibly say that could ever make him feel right again? I’ve never been good with words; I wouldn’t know what to say or where to start.
I just walked out of his house, praying that it wasn’t something I was going to regret later on. I needed to think, I needed to be at my special place, and just think. I got into the car and drove off, with a hundred bottled up emotions inside just waiting to spill out.

Until next time,

xoxo

Part Five.

Yes! I'm finally back. I don't know wether I'm happy or sad right now. The weather is horrible, it's disgusting and hot and there was a sandstorm today that didn't make it any more welcoming. Thankfully I'll be off again on the 22nd, I'm looking forward to that now though I might think otherwise once the 22nd approaches. Anyhow since I promised you all a post once I got back, I'm giving you one. It's not long at all but it's all I have right now though if the feedback is good, I'll have a new one up by tomorrow.

Overview on my trip along with pictures will also be up soon. I'd also like to add that if there's anything in the plot you don't undersand or something you'd like to add to it, please feel free to let me know. Any suggestions would be highly appreciated.

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Current mood:-Jetlagged/ tired as hell yet I can't find it in me to fall asleep. All hail the insomniacs!

Listening to:-Jay Sean ft Lil Wayne: Down. Lil Wayne is indeed a drunk bastard or so he comes off as. Sadly I used to think this guy had talent and then I heard his real voice. As much as I hate Jay Sean and that air of haughtiness he so proudly wears, I must admit; his voice is a killer. The beats in this song are great. Worth a listen.

Current Quote:-'You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist'. ~Attributed to both Golda Meir and Indira Gandhi

This post is dedicated to Anwar, for well just being Anwar. You have an inability to spell anything right, you have a retarded laugh, and a tendency to go on about stupid things but then again so do I, but most of all you listen to the crap I say, day after day without getting tired. Thank you boo!

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I let the tears fall as I dialed her number. My breathing grew heavier as I heard the ringing tone and was then greeted by the answering machine. I took a deep breath as the answering machine began to speak.

‘Hey this is Hala, I’m sorry I can’t get to the phone now. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible’.

I heard my loud laughter fill the background and the voices were muffled by a loud beep. My mobile fell out of my hands as the tears spilled out of my eyes. Not having her next to me to tell me off when I do something wrong, not being able to call her up in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason, not being able to go out with her and make complete idiots of ourselves was driving me crazy. I missed that ridiculous laugh of hers, the smile that could light up my day and eyes that could drive any sane man mad. I wanted nothing more than to be with her.

Loud sobs escaped me as I fell onto the ground sobbing. I didn’t want to be this way but I didn’t know what else to do, no-one else understood me, no-one else knew what I was going through and having all this emotion locked up in myself is just so hard.

I spotted some movement in the house nearby and I looked up to see someone quickly duck behind the curtains.

With a sigh, I lifted myself off the ground and shut the curtains and l lied on my bed allowing my exhausted self to drift to sleep not knowing that it was in fact Fahad who had followed me home and watched me from the opposite house.