When the sun goes down

*Looks around, checks that no one is looking, and then types*

Hi.

*Looks around again*

I'm half-hyper. I finally have electricity and internet at the same time.

Thank you God for giving me internet and electricity at the same time. I finally did my History test and aced it =)

I didn't have electricity all day, so I'm considering going to one of those anti-KESC protests. Wanna join?

I'm not going to burn stuff and march up and down the street, no. I'm going to get everyone of those other demonstrators and get them all to march all the way to the KESC Head Office and harass them. Why? Because they have free electricity in their houses and they sit in the air-conditioning all day while the rest of the public suffers. I don't know about you, but I am SICK of this.

I mean, I can't even take an online test in peace anymore, you know?

Now for the good stuff.

I started watching Step Up 3 today.
AWESOME.
Beyond awesome!

Okay, okay..

And I went to my high school and it was AWESOME. Yeah, they've changed stuff, but they put up an awesome board with all the Head Boys' names engraved on it. Seeing my name there was AMAZING.

Thank you to whoever thought of that, but then I'll personally find that person and thank them :)

Welcome.. to hell.

No summer camp for me this year.

Parents say it's not safe with all the kidnappings going on and the bombs they keep finding at the Jinnah Hospital and the Red Cross office in Karachi.

Plus, we don't have a car yet so they can't pick me up in case something happens.

And they don't trust anyone else to pick me and drop me, no matter how old those friends are.

Dad was making me do a background check on the people who offered to drop/pick me.

This life really IS hell.

And you can't change my mind about the last sentence.

Against all odds

It's been a while since I posted, so this is going to be a long post.

I've been busy. I got an online job, I have two online classes that I'm taking-Oh yes, unbelievably boring-and I went to summer camp today =D

And there's a ton of other stuff going around, too. Like this really creepy incident at Aga Khan..

First off..

I don't believe in friends anymore. No, don't look so shocked. I stopped believing in best friends two years ago, when my 'best friends' decided that they didn't need me anymore.

Why do I not believe in friends anymore? Because in my experience, people talk to you, be nice to you, and help you out only while they still need you. After that, they won't care about you. Until they need you next, they won't care about you. Maybe you've had a different experience, and you have awesome friends.

When I mean friends, I mean friends in general.

It's not like I don't have awesome friends. I have really, really, really awesome and nice friends. That's referring to the few who actually read this blog when I text them to.

By the way,

I read this quote somewhere..

This life is hell for the believer and heaven for the unbeliever.

TOTALLY AGREE. I mean, come on, it IS hell if you can't go outside for ten minutes without having to worry about getting kidnapped or robbed or killed, right?

Then there was this other one..
Edwin Brock-Five Ways to Kill A Man..

"These are, as I began, cumbersome ways to kill a man.
Simpler, direct, and much more neat is to see
that he is living somewhere in the middle
of the twentieth century, and leave him there"

http://www.davidpbrown.co.uk/poetry/edwin-brock.html

It's a really awesome poem, by the way.

Did you hear that Rebecca Black's mum took her Friday song off YouTube because she had copyright issues with the production company?
Now I can't bug my brothers by playing the original version of it everyday.

So I have to compromise.

Which means singing it myself whenever it's the appropriate time.
Like when I see my relatives, I go..

It's fun, trust me. And I think that Rebecca Black can sing but she needs a new song writer.

You're probably wondering when I'm going to talk about the creepy thing that happened.
It's.. now. So skip if you don't like scary stuff.

We were at Aga Khan Hospital, took my great-grandmother to the emergency cause her right eye was just SO swollen and she needed a doctor immediately.
My aunt, cousin, younger brother and I dropped off my mom and my great-grandmother (pray for her health please, by the way) at the emergency and then went to wait in the parking.

Now my aunt was driving, I'm in the passenger seat, and my brother and cousin are in the back. When we're pulling in to park, there was this white Corolla on our left parked like this:

I could see this guy in blue shalwar-kameez, wearing a namaz-wali-topi and looking down at something. Now all our windows were rolled down cuz it was so hot and windy. As soon as we parked, I grabbed a book and started reading (I always carry books with me) while my brother and cousin looked around at the Aga Khan sports center and other cars.
After a while, they asked my aunt and me if we could see anyone sitting in the back seat of the car-they said it was a woman. Now the rear windows of the car were totally tinted so I couldn't see anything through them. The front windows were perfectly clear and I could see through the windows to the other side of the car where there was another car parked.

And the guy who had been sitting there wasn't sitting there at all. Not creepy, since he could have gotten out or something.

But then my brother and cousin saw a guy sitting in the front all of a sudden. And they asked us to look if we could see him too. Now I'm looking at the front side of the car. There was no one there sitting either in the passenger seat or in the driver's seat. I may wear glasses, but honestly I could not see anyone sitting there. At the exact same time that I'm looking at the car, my cousin and my brother are too. And both of them swore that they could see a guy sitting there, with long hair and blue clothes. My aunt couldn't see him either.

Now there's four of us staring at the exact same car at the exact same place. And two of us can see a guy sitting there and two of us can't.

SCARED US ALL TO DEATH. So while my brother says that he's going to leave the car and my cousin is really scared and asking us to move the car somewhere else, my aunt is thinking that it was all a joke.

While I told the two in the back to stop talking and say the Ayat-ul-kursi and convinced my aunt to park the car somewhere else, I was SOMEHOW able to stay in control of everything.
It's like a gift. Like when this boy at high school fell down during a basketball game and a huge crowd of onlookers is just staring on-including prefects, by the way. I saw the crowd and went like this:

So when I got there, everyone is just asking him if he's okay while the boy-clearly in pain and unable to speak-was lying on the ground. So instead of asking them what happened, I picked him up, got another guy to support him on the other side and carried him to the nurse.

It was just so natural for me to walk in and know what to do. My brothers still can't figure out how I do it. They were among the onlookers at the scene, by the way.

But back to the scared-out-of-our-wits-event.
So we pulled out and went away. But I still don't get who that person was. Cuz humans aren't supposed to be able to see jinn, right? I mean, they ARE there, but I'm not an expert on them, so help me out here.

Now for the good stuff.

I went to summer camp today. YEAY.

How I got there, though, is a story of against all odds. That's why the title, yes.

We've finally had electricity. But the water finished. So my dad and I went out, got the chowkidaar to turn the motor on, and waited for our water tanks to fill so we could turn the valve off.

Now while we're waiting, my dad decided that it was time for me to go on a parade.
Seriously. It was midnight-actually midnight-and he had me walking from one end of the apartment complex to the other end. Marching all the way. Yeah, with the arms going up and down and one-two, one-two. He stood and watched.

I got bored after a bit. So I started giving him the military salutes.
Like the Chinese one..

And the Pakistani one..

And the Hail Fuhrer one. Almost got kicked for that one. :p

But then it turns out that the motor wasn't running properly.
So I, with my cough and cold and exhausted body, had just marched for an hour for NOTHING.

But it meant that I could finally go back inside, finish my online homework, submit it, and sleep by one am. Not good when you have to wake up at the crack of Dawn and can get migraines.

I woke dad up in the morning to find out that he had slept at four am. Why? Cause he'd gotten our tanks half-filled with water from our neighbors. So he didn't want me to go and VOLUNTEER.

I got him to drop me off-just ONCE though-but he said yes.

And then we got on my cousin's sports motorcycle and found out that it was punctured. So dad went and got it fixed.. which meant that it was already 9:30 when we left home.

I was supposed to be there at 9:30.

But my dad took me there at 100km/hr the entire way. Took ten minutes, so pretty awesome =D

And a kind soul agreed to give me a ride to the camp for the rest of the workshops.

Thank you, God.

While we were at the workshop today, they asked us the same three questions that they always ask us.

1. Name the five richest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Miss Universe winners.
3. Name the last five best actor Oscar winners.

Four years, and I never bothered to look that up before I went to the workshop. :p

I have a question for you, though.
Who is richer, a person with tons of money but no family, or a person with little money but his/her family's love?

Stuff I learnt at 6am

After another long ordeal of KESC's hum-aapki-bijli-kisi-aur-ko-de-rahe-hain (we-are-giving-your-electricity-to-someone-else), here's what I learnt..

Life is unfair. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either under ten years old or drunk.

RadioActive 96 fm is just as awesome as it was a year ago.

Hum hain Pakistani aur hum jeetain ge.

Never turn the stove on full before lighting it. Especially not when you can't see where it is.

The Sindh Assembly members are liars. How can the most popular member of it not have his own
car? I mean, he just 'borrowed' Rs 40 million. And none of that went to charity.

The best time to take a walk is right after Fajr.

No one is awake at 6 am for me to text them.

Text 'np' to 143 and find out what's playing.

Mansoor saab's son studies all day. Who IS Mansoor saab, anyway?

RadioActive 96 is where the fun is at.

Call 111 241 241 to order Pizza Hut to deliver pizzas.
Mmm.

Send REQ followed by your song request to 143.

Maroon 5 have the exact same tune in every single song they sing.

Lady Gaga writes her songs at night.

All the politicians in Pakistan should be locked up in a room on the fifteenth floor with just one barred window. And without electricity too.

Most ads on RadioActive 96 are really lame.

Sirf Lipton yellow label.

My tea is awesome because it's made for everyone else.

I used to finish my unlimited texts package (8000 texts) in a week. Now I can't even do 2500 texts in two weeks.

The Calm before the Storm

As you step outside
You hear the crickets chirping
Just as they've been doing all night.


The water gushes
As it streams past you steadily
The meandering flow reaches the horizon.


The crows coww
You look up to see a long line of them
They're all sitting and watching you calmly-hungrily.


The bushes sway in the gusts of wind
Fruit hangs from their branches
Fresh and ripe, the farmer hasn't picked them yet.


The spider sleeping in its cobweb
The frog in the middle of the road
The cat, watching lazily from the roof.


The dark color of the fruit
The pale color of the grass
They all blur as you focus on something new.


You hear them before you see them
The sleek, lethal shapes
All armed to the teeth.


Helicopters.
It's August 7th, 2008.
Welcome to Georgia.

My dad and brothers cheat at UNO

Oh yeah, they cheat. ALOT.

And since my cousins from all over the rest of Pakistan are staying at our place for a few weeks, we've been playing UNO every night.

IT'S FUN.

BUT my brothers cheat. Take a card and put it in a pocket, hide it under the carpet, throw down two cards at one time, glance over at someone else's cards.. they're pros now.

Since my brothers are using tricks that my dad taught them, my dad keeps finding new ways to cheat.

It makes things more.. lively. And we're all on our toes because they'll cheat.

Did I mention that I don't cheat? :p

And of course, we LOVE the plus four card.

If you've never played UNO before.. you need to come play with us. You'll learn how to play.. and how to cheat. That does not guarantee your winning, though. :p

I've been sounding like I'm trying to sell stuff the last few days.. and that's cuz I just landed a short-term online job where I have to write descriptions for all sorts of products.
I didn't know that people had to told what a Bluetooth headset was. I mean, seriously?

My HiGhWaY tO hELL

I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alright, maybe the trees are gone
I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song

Why can't I stay angry for long?

At anyone or anything. For any reason. Yes, unless you delete my number, ignore my text, refuse to eat my cooking, or lie to me.

So I got really angry today because I didn't get permission to volunteer for my favorite summer camp.

Okay, lemme rewind and tell you about it and why I want to go so badly.

See how happy all those kids look? That's what I volunteer for. To see all those smiles.
And yes, I'm in one of the pictures. Ten cents if you correctly guess who I am.

There's a group of fifty or so volunteers who plan activities for them.
Stuff like making masks, painting t-shirts, playing games, hair-styling, and tons of other stuff!

Did I mention that we do all this at an SOS village? And most of the kids are orphans and the rest are Deaf children.

Which means that we have to practice and learn sign language.

That is fun, yes.

And of course, we get to socialize. It's fun even if you're having the worst time with other friends, going through hard times, or anything. It just.. makes you so thankful and happy.
Can't put the exact feeling into words. Sorry.

But, um, yeah, I might not be able to go this year. I didn't go last year because I was in America. And I was REALLY looking forward to it. Why can't I go? Because I don't have a car.
And my parents refuse to let me use a public bus or a cab.

Why? Yes, you guessed it.

"It's not safe!"

Sigh. Welcome back to Karachi, indeed.

Oh, I can drive, yes. We just need to buy a car. Which we are not going to do for some time because the car market is going to go down. So since we have much less money than what we left with, we're waiting.

Patiently and yet impatiently.

I keep getting upset every other day at the fact that I have to stay within the apartment complex all day. And there's tons of people who can't move out of their beds.

I'm sounding thankless, yes. That's step one on my highway to hell.

Why don't we have that much money, you may ask?

Because we sold all three of our cars and my dad's motorcycle when we left for America. We weren't expecting to come back so soon, no.

Sold the furniture too. And my books. My entire library of books. MY books.

I should be happy that I can read, right? I am.. but I still want my books back! Or new books!

That's step two on my highway to hell.

My dad says that I should study more instead of reading so much fiction and watching so many umm.. cartoons. yes, i love star wars animated. can't wait for the next season.

He says that if I studied more, I would get into Harvard the next time that they have twelve positions left and fifteen hundred applicants.. and I apply.

Yes, I applied to Harvard, and no, I did not get in.

And yes, I study a lot. But take some breaks too.

That's step three on my highway to hell.

Not studying as much as my dad wants me to.

By the way, if you really think that Karachi is as safe as it used to be, think again.

I can't trust the Rangers anymore. Trust the police only. And trust them because my dad is a cop. Tells you a lot, doesn't it?

I'm only saying all that highway to hell stuff because I'm really, really, really sad right now. Depressed, almost.

In fact, yes, totally depressed. Sigh.

Step four to highway to hell? You decide.

Before you decide, check out these funny pictures I found on my computer from ages ago.
Yes, that's me when I was a baby. Reminds me of a dream I had last night. Was the only person to take care of a baby in it. Scary.

I am going to study this week, though. Like a lot. Going to Arena with my friends tomorrow, though. They're picking me up. Don't know how I got permission for that.

Sigh.

Good night.

Pain

Unbidden, pools of memories rise,
Each chapter has its own key;
Every memory has mixed feelings,
They are all filled with laughter-and pain.

The pain is always easier to remember,
The laughter usually harder to find,
The harshness first to be recalled,
The kindness not there.

My head hurt, my body gave up,
You never cared;
God helped me,
You went your way.

Someone needed me,
You stopped being there when I needed you
But then this, at least, I have learnt
You won't help me.

As my dad always says,
Friends come and go,
Very few will help me always,
But family will never go.

I may not be such an awesome person,
I may be a lousy friend;
Nevertheless, I'm always here for you,
Just remember, I'm always praying for you.

When I stumble,
If I fall;
Forgive me,
I'm learning as I go along.

The Second Sign of Chaos

This is a sequel to The First Signs of Chaos.

Eleven a.m. on a Tuesday morning,
The dirty dishes in the sink.

The messy room-opened drawers,
Clothes and books thrown about.

The trash cans overflowing with junk,
Dead flies, bits of food, and litter around them.

Blood and pieces of glass on the dining table,
The furniture turned upside down.

The cracked washroom mirror shows you,
With a cast on your arm and a poultice around your head.

The front door's locks lying on the ground,
Everyone of them, rusted.

You wake up.


The First Signs of Chaos: Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Images of an unusual bright Monday morning,
Driving to school.

The blinking yellow light at the traffic signal,
The open manhole in the middle of the road.

A large group of men,
Surrounding two cars.

The 'sorry for inconvenience' sign dangling and blocking
the road. Huge machines standing still, waiting.

In school, the unswept pavement,
Children running around, shouting and laughing.

In the class, the cluttered desks,
On the floor lie torn pieces of paper and books.

The bell does not ring.

Power Cuts!

WHO TOLD KESC THAT I WAS BACK IN TOWN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

The Karachi Electric Supply Company hates me ._.

Now, who told them that I was back? They didn't turn off my electricity until now! And I was in the middle of a REALLY IMPORTANT CALL to the financial aid office in America ._.

So I turns out that I have four days left to make 15,000 dollars. Or I'll be going to Uni a year later, which is what my parents want, since I'll be here to help them..

And in other news, if I keep cooking so much, I'm not going to be able to stay on my diet. ._.
Why? Because my food is (Alhamdullilah) tasty and I just can't resist having more =/
Anyone who knows how to stop having so much, PLEASE HELP ME OUT HERE.

Teaching should be fun, though. =)

Pakistan made some progress while I was in America/Amrika

There is hope for Pakistan.

Yeah, you might think that the Pakistani armed forces suck because of the attacks, but lemme tell you something.

I don't like the idea of having armies and war. But every country needs one or else other greedy countries are more than happy to come take over. My point being that don't mess around with Pakistanis.

So I went to get my NIC made today (that's like the social security card) and I found out how much things have changed. Before, anyone with a 'source' or a high ranking officer got their stuff done first. NOW, you have to wait in line (which you can bypass if you have a cop as your dad) and then wait for your number. The supervisor won't listen to anyone and let them go before their number is called. Yay, no favoritism there. Wish that happened everywhere in Pakistan, right?

The other thing that was awesome was that there was a Deaf guy working there. Now there's a KFC at NIPA which is run totally by Deaf people. They do have a speaking and hearing manager, though, in case there are any problems, but..

the place where I went to had a Deaf guy working there.
I'm not shocked or anything.
Just DELIGHTED at the fact that he was able to work there.
And yes, I spoke to him in Sign Language (Thank you God for giving me the chance to learn that) and I surprised myself by actually having a proper conversation with him about the office and how I knew sign language and stuff. See, it's been two years since I used it so much.

The office workers (apart from the Deaf guy) were really inefficient, though. THAT hasn't changed. ._.

Pepsi!

I just had Pepsi. It's been over three weeks since I last had it, so it feels awesome.

Almost like anything is possible. Yes, I'm hyper =D

I actually had soft drinks banned at my school while I was in grade eight. I still remember giving the speech at assembly..

I still agree with every word I said that day. It was about how soft drinks are highly acidic and how they are strong enough to be used as bleach or to remove rust..

It's a really interesting story as to how I started having drinks after getting them banned..

And as is usual when I'm hyper, everything is about me, me, andddd ME!

Where was I? Oh yeah, so soft drinks..

It started with a migraine. (Funny how so many things start with a migraine, isn't it?)
And I went to see my younger brother's doctor. He used to have migraines too, by the way. He stopped having them, though. As for myself, though, well..

But getting back to the point. The doctor made me do an MRI (oh, HOW i detest going into that machine.) It came back clear, as did a hundred other scans and lab/blood tests.

And she told me to start de-stressing and not taking so much tension. AND SHE TOLD ME NOT TO HAVE ANY SOFT DRINKS.

And that was when I decided to do what the doctor said not to do. After all, I was having migraines while not having had soft drinks for the last.. three? No, wait, two years. That. Is. A. Really. Long. Time. I don't think that I had even a bit of soft drinks in my body. Do you?

So I had Pepsi on day one after the doctor's visit. I was being as rebellious as I possible could be. And then I started having Pepsi once a month.. And I loved it. My migraines never left me, but for some reason, Pepsi was the only drink that never gave me a migraine. And that was how my love for Pepsi started.

I'm in such a good mood right now that I might actually give some people a third chances. I rarely give second chances, by the way. Oh, I forgive alright, but then I forget the incident.. and the person. And people lose their first chances only when they do something major.

Like deleting my number from your phone. Or lying to me. Or refusing an invitation to eat food or drink tea that I made. Now THAT is a major, major insult. My entire family loves my tea. (Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah..) So when a person says no to eating food first and then says no to drinking tea that I made, I'm simply not going to make food or tea for them again. Ever. Again. Sorry, but you said no when I sent you an INVITATION, so why should I cook for you when YOU WANT ME TO? Not going to happen. Bye, bye.

 I'm not even proud of my cooking or anything. My great-grandmother, by the way, is the best cook in the world. I need to learn some things from her over the summer..

And I need to Radio Active 96 again. That station is AWESOME. Or used to be awesome a year ago, at least. Put that on my to-do list..

I haven't made much money online this week, so it looks like the teaching plan is going to happen.. Which is almost as awesome as being at University. And watch those movies I've been looking forward to watching, like X-Men First Class, Harry Potter 7 (Part II), Beastly, all the episodes of Dexter, Star Wars animated, and Samurai Jack. And see if Maddi Jane sings more songs. Awesome singer, and she's so young :o I don't envy her for her voice or anything, though.

But then I don't envy anyone :o

I started watching Beastly today. And Vanessa Hudgens, Emma Watson, Lily Allen, Ellen Page, Mila Kunis should ALL be in that movie. Watch the movie, and you'll see why.

Songs are getting stuck in my head these days. First Maddi Jane's cover of Rolling in the Deep, then Sami Yusuf's Healing, and now Chris Tomlin's Lord I need you.

Tomorrow, I'm going to resume getting up at five a.m. It's awesome watching the sunrise, and it's been a REALLY long time since I got a chance to do it from a perfect height.



I was just going through the Google gadgets and I found the feed-the-fish one. REALLY makes me miss my puppies. Oh yeah, I've kept so many pets.. Five adult German Shepherds, a baby crow (it was injured), a parrot, chicks, ducks, a peacock, five turtles, don't remember how many fishes, and two German Shepherds puppies. It's the two puppies that I miss the most, for some reason =(


Simba-Caesar & Bella..

 Bella on the left; Simba on the right

Untitled

Suggestions for this poem are welcome..
And it's my first poem which is in more than one language..

Golden lights hold back the shadows
They flicker and become dim
And the darkness creeps closer
But you can still see the road ahead.

Una brisa repentina remolinos de polvo alrededor de su cara (A sudden breeze swirls dust around your face)
Aquí tiene, usted está de rodillas otra vez (Here you are, you're down on your knees again)
Tratando de encontrar aire para respirar otra vez (Trying to find air to breath again)
Usted quiere rendirse, pero, no can't todavía. (You want to surrender, but you can't-not yet.)

You stagger on through the night
And remember, how, years ago,
You stepped on the same stones you walk on now
How you were happy, now all your scars are open.

مٹی ہر ایک نشان کو کاٹتا ہے (The dust bites at every single scar)
زخموں کو درد جیسے آپ نے کبھی نہیں سوچا کہ وہ جائے گا (The wounds hurt like you never thought they would)
تم انہیں ٹھیک کرنے کے قابل نہیں ہو (You are unable to heal them)
تم ان کو چھوڑ دو (You let them be)

You ask yourself what kind of a world this is,
Where children in Afghanistan starve,
Where honest people are killed,
Where baby seals get skinned alive..

You're losing your faith
Turn to your right, and you shall see
The little girl crying at her parents' graves
No one to take care of her..

You're hoping against hope,
Turn to your left, and you shall see
Another pair of parents left at a rehab
Because their children stopped caring for them..

The wind kicks leaves into your face
They smell stale-of death
And weakness
Or maybe you're just smelling you..

You falter, and fall on your knees
To turn to your last defense
"Lord, I need you
Every hour, I need you.."

Sami Yusuf: Healing:
قلب بين يدي قلب و بيد الله كل قلب (Heart in the hands of the heart and every heart in God's hands)
عين ترعى عينا، وعين الله ترعى (Eye care in kind, and caring eye of God)
كلمة طيبة صدقة (A good word is charity)
تبسمك لأخيك صدقه (Smiling to your brother is charity)
كل معروف صدقة (All known charity)
اللهم اشف شفاءً لا يغادر سقماً (God heal healing does not leave any sickness)

Pakistan =)

Yes, this is my country.

And no, bombs do not fall every day.

^I LOVE THIS ONE.

Dexter is Samurai Jack's best friend

I hate Albert Einstein.

No, don't act like you're all shocked and everything. He found the formula E=mc2, right? And that led to the creation of the atom bomb. Which, as we all know, killed 170,000 people. Although Robert Oppenheimer was the one who did the work in the Manhattan Project, making the !@#$%^& bomb, Einstein still.. sucks.

Besides, he's the one who chucked me into the future. Where all around me, I see people loving money. And not loving their families enough. So hard to adjust to that one. Sigh.

If you even remotely disagree with me about Einstein, watch this movie:
Grave of the Fireflies

And if you want to download it.. use a torrent.. Click here

I support torrents, by the way. We don't need to pay superstars and film studios any more money. Even the Harry Potter crew. Otherwise, they become like this..

Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin Want a Super Smart Tutor

$98,000 per year? I could go to university for three years with that much! If they only put up the link to apply, I would.. though I can only play one instrument. They want two instruments. -.-

And once I graduate from Uni (Insha Allah: With Allah's Will & Permission), then I can create a time machine and go back in time! Oh, yes, I have it all planned out.

And if I'm not able to create a time machine, then, well, I'll continue helping people in any way I can..

Like cooking for them. Oh, I cooked everything for the first time for lots of guests this week. Tiring and I almost burnt the chicken, but it was FUN.

Sweet and Sour Chicken:

Chicken:

Fried Rice:

Anddd Fried Potatoes:

I was going through Youtube's top hits and I listened to Maddi Jane for the first time. Wow.
Just. Wow.

Her cover of Adele's Rolling in the Deep is even better than the original :o

She'll be an awesome singer one day, right?

And that reminds me, I need to write a new poem. Haven't written one in a while O.o

I need a decent topic, though.. any suggestions?