FAREWELL

It's been a really incredible run, and I've had loads of fun with this blog over the last year, but it's time to move on to bigger and better things. I've enjoyed ripping Sony a new one over the failed Home project, but I don't have the energy or focus to keep dumping on a program I haven't used in nearly a year. I'd like to send a shoutout to all of those who contributed, the Sony insiders who leaked info, the painfully under-qualified Home staff & the flying spaghetti monster. I plan to leave this blog online as a research tool for future bloggers and Sony critics. If there is someone out there who would like to continue this blog, please contact the email on the right. Thank you one and all for making this a fun adventure for me.

Procrastination

I have huge amounts of work to do, because I didn't work in Ifrane. I have to write a composition, a biography of a famous person (I'm doing Alain Ducasse), learn vocabulary and write sentences with it, and do a translation. Since I have all that work, I thought I'd come on here instead and let you in on another blog which I love.

PostSecret is practically the reason I started reading blogs online. I think it's a great and really original way to connect with your fellow man. If you've not been on before, I suggest you take a look. The one downside is that there is no archive for PostSecret, so if you miss out on a set of Sunday Secrets, you can't look them up. Which is just a good reason to check every week for me. Enjoy.

Multiculturalism

Let me tell you about my weekend in Ifrane.

Big Morocco Brother (BMB from here forward) and Big Morocco Sister (you guessed it, BMS) both go to Al-Akhawayn University in Ifrane. BMS is doing her masters degree there, and BMB is a lecturer. The university prides itself on being 'American-style' - in fact, Americans come to study there even on courses which aren't language related, because all the lectures are given in English, and are examined to the same requirements as American universities. It is a really interesting mix of cultures, because while you see very few women wearing the Hijab, or other aspects of life which are part of the norm in Morocco, the students are still in single sex accomodation blocks, and can't go between them. If BMB wants to visit BMS, she has to come right out of her block to talk to him. Awkward.

My taxi journey to Ifrane was lovely, because I was cream crackered and so I slept the entire way. BMS met me at the gate of the uni, and we had a little tour, some food, and then a chill in her room where we had girly-gossip-times. And I discovered another interesting culture-clash fact. BMS has a boyfriend. But he's a secret boyfriend because Halima and Aziz would be angry if they knew. And BMB has a girlfriend in Japan (which I knew about) and another girl in tow here. I met them both this weekend. BMS's boyfriend is charming, and made a real effort to speak English to me, even though I explained that I speak French perfectly well.

We all went bowling, which was good fun. I came second, unexpectedly. I love doing well at things through sheer luck, which it always is with me. We also went up to the mountains, and then played Monopoly until 4am this morning. I lasted a long time, considering I only had the purple properties. Which though they look shiny and expensive, are always the wrong way to go. But I'm like a little child, and I don't think before I act...which might be why I found myself kicking the crunchy autumn leaves around before remembering that I am nearly twenty, and that kind of activity is no longer acceptable, especially in company.

I enjoyed my weekend all told, even though it rained an entire lake on Ifrane today. I loved that everyone spoke to me in English, even though they didn't need to. And I was happy at how much of the Arabic conversation I understood as well. The multiculturalism of Ifrane is fascinating. But now sadly I have homework and so I will leave you a picture of the lake where I jumped in the leaves. It was awesome.

Today,

Keep holding them back,Cuz once they leave, they'll never come back again.I revived my Tumblrrrrr.Clicky here!HEREEEE.HEREEE BITCH, HERE!!No actually...HERE. :DTumblr,Is where I reblog things,That I think are...Beautiful,Mad awesome,Or pictures of people I love,Or quotes that I can relate to,OR, I just reblog them because it's good.Or.. I just think it needs to be reblog.LOL.Also where I become an ahgua and reblog girly stuffs.Esp.. Aiya idk.If it's pretty, I'll reblog it.:D---And I'm in love with this song....:D:D---Reblogging S.H.E stuffs on Tumblr.FUCKYEAH.ALOT SELINA FANS :PHohoho :P---30th,Woke at 1230.Prepared and panicked and rushed like mad.Jitao no time.Idk how people can get ready so mad fast -_-ZZZ.I was a moron that noon, rofl.Cabbed over NUH.Fetch dad home.Bought delifrance.Then yeah.Watched The Walking Dead Season 1 Episode 1 with sis.New show :DMad nice.Like L4D come to life (Y)K luh, shall not blog much.Bye.---Make me feel like crying... -_-Sigh.):Original song here:Lyrics:會痛嗎？那一下下我的心都碎啦。你豆大的淚珠不停的落下，你卻沒有忘了堅強。心疼嗎？愛你的人心當然會疼啊。公主selina，你受了點傷，你還是我的公主呀！ selina，輕輕甩著長頭髮，飄來一陣陣的香，我注定屬於她！ selina，粉紅色來形容她，驕豔玫瑰也只為她芬芳！我願守在公主的身旁。Ella wrote this song ley... :DThey're so cute omg *-*I think my love for S.H.E,Deepest already. (L)This is only sang by Ella and Hebe...Just afew days ago..When they know Selina got into accident,So the mood is like, damn -_- one :lSIGH.And,31st October (:HAPPY BIRTHDAY SELINA.I love youuuuuu...Get well soon.Everybody's waiting to see you happy again.(L)Madlovesforever.

Zero gravity,

Nothing brings me down,When you're around, it's like zero gravity.I know I look like I applied eyeliner on lower lid ._.Rofl, Idk what happened too.---I'm loving angels instead.Through it all,She offers me protection.All her love and affection.Whether I'm right or wrong.Down the waterfall, Wherever it may take me,I know that life won't break me,When I come to call,She won't forsake me,I'm loving angels instead..---Random rofl.---I woke up at, I forgot.LOL, 2plus?Yeah.Prepared etc,Went over to visit dad with Mum and Sy.Cabbed over NUH.Visit etc blabla,Went over Paragon for breakfast-cum-lunch-cum-dinner.Ate, cabbed home.On all my cab rides and all the time spent at town,I saw so many words/things/names of places.All those that I'm absolutely superuber sensitive to...Those that I'm not supposed to even get reminded of.I saw all of them.I fucking shag like mad -_-Ohwell..Ha.---29th October:Just like every other day,I wake up,I stone.I try my very best to make myself happy.But the first thing I saw/read,I actually dropped 2 drops of tears.FAIL.But anyway....I went out to meet mum and sis at TM.For breakfast-cum-lunch-cum-dinner.Ate, cabbed home, rofl.---Time passed so fast today.I woke at 6pm + abit...Now it's already 1.01am.I lived through almost a day without you.Great big improvement.But I know it's not my effort that made this big leap.It's the fear I have that's stopping me.I need to stop this paranoid+sensitive shit before I go back to normal state.Rofl.Okay, that's all.Anyway this is awesome.I love her hairstyle, hair colour; PURPUR LEY!!.I love her simple yet pretty makeup.Her costume, just, suit her.And her smiles in there, are super stunning.Like, holyshitiwnamarryyousomuchkatyperry.It's like, omfgly fucking beautiful!!No longer the candy-lookalike dressing.I love how beautiful she is,Just in simple clothes. (Y)Enjoy k! :D终于, 走过这一路上风风雨雨.心中, 又再次重回平静.偶尔, 回想起过去的点点滴滴. 未来, 还有更多期许..我曾攀登山岭, 也曾跌落谷底. 但这就是人生,无奈却又充满惊喜.只要勇敢前行, 相信就有奇迹.把握住每一刻, 让一切都值得.Huang guo lun write de song.Sang on kang xi.MADLOVES (Y)And my direct translation, chinese version Firework.Just 1 sentence la.LOL.English version is:D'you ever feel,Like a plastic bag,Drifting through the wind,Wanting to start again.My stupid version:D'you ever feel, Lika 塑胶袋, 在风中飘泊, 想从头再来过. HAHAHA.TOO BORED IS LIKE THAT ONE LA.K bye!Gna watch DXST then bored until go watch WMTS3D (:---Edits:Holy shit.This live is good!Like, no backup singer,But her vocal like better!(Y)WAY TO GO KATYPERRYYY!!!!!!MADLOVESYOUU.Anyway,Did I mention?Firework is a beautiful song.(Y)

Earlier this morning.

I've just finished translation. It was a blast, really.

I realised what a mess I was this morning. I woke up with the sole intention to post an awesome blog explaining my absence this weekend. Because of that, I managed to not have any breakfast, so I'm presently surviving on a packet of Love Hearts. They have really stupid things written on them, like 'Yes Dear'. Also I'm having an allergic reaction to them, but I don't care.

Have I told you my allergy? It's awesome. I am allergic to red colourant. It's in most make-up and some pen inks (so don't write on me or I will beat you) and when I get it on my skin I get a mild rash which burns a bit. It is also in a lot of sweets, especially Haribo. When I ingest it, my nose itches. That is my allergic reaction. For about an hour, I feel as if I walked through a spiders-web and got some on my nose and I can't get it off.

Aside from not having breakfast, I also managed to shampoo my hair when it was dry, instead of wet, without realising. Which was quite messy. And I got toothpaste all over my face, don't even ask me how. The upshot of it is that I feel thoroughly unready to go to Ifrane in two hours. Nevermind.

In the morning...

I was not made for mornings, but I felt the need to post this, because I'll be away until Sunday and I forgot to tell you guys. Silly me.

I'm going to Ifrane, which is a small city about and hour from here. My big Morocco brother and big Morocco sister both go there, to the American style university. It's all very nice, so I'm hoping I'll get a relaxing weekend. Knowing my luck, I somehow doubt it.

To get there is the start of the terror. There are these things called Grand Taxis. Remember the little red Petit Taxis? Well those of you competent in French (so probably everyone) will know that Petit is small, and Grand is big. Grand Taxis hold 6 passengers, rather than the 3 which Petit Taxis take. Are Grand Taxis bigger? Well no, not much. Here is a Grand Taxi.

So I am planning to pay up for both front seats - that is one actual seat which normally holds two people - because it is a relatively long journey. Oh by the way, did I also mention Morocco's huge road traffic accident fatality rates? No? Well most of them are caused by these guys.

If I don't post again on Sunday, send flowers to my Mother, she'll appreciate the thought.

الطقس حار اليوم

I think I am melting.

But my fingers are not melted enough to type, even though my brain might well be. Here goes nothing. Today I woke up early, had a nice breakfast and then went to school. By went, I mean I stood right next to a parked taxi for 5 minutes before the driver was kind enough to ask me if I needed a lift. Clearly I was not 'with it'. Speaking was good, Bouchra is a good teacher and she answers questions efficiently. The usual suspects missed class, but it's their loss. Then we had writing which I found interesting, but was probably the only one. Then I came home.

I didn't walk because it's hot, and I'll die if I try to move. Therefore, I am not moving, so I am going to bung some telly on, and sit and work. So tell me (or rather don't - no-one really gives me much feedback when I ask questions, and I don't actually care too much anyway) what TV do you guys like watching? Here is my present list of likes

Waterloo Road
Merlin
Masterchef: The Professionals
Glee (series 2)
Ugly Betty (series 2)
Dexter (series 2)
QI
Only Connect
Russell Howard's Good News

People often comment on my choices of TV, but what can I say? I am a lover of all things drama-fantasy-quiz-comedy. And cooking. Anything cooking. I would marry Michel Roux Jr in a second if he asked me.

Young ogres use recipes easily at stormy tables around Russia.

Tea

We had gouté which is French for 'fattening afternoon snacktime'. I made English tea. Halima liked it, but Aziz wasn't as keen. And they both prefer it without milk. Ah well, some people will always be awkward like that I suppose. Mounia couldn't try it because she's gone home ill poor pet.

So, back to the promised post. Ways I have been propositioned.

1) The obvious - Chatting Up
This is one which I get really frequently when I am in a relationship, and almost never when I am single. Interesting stuff. In recent times chatting up has included spilling alcohol down my back at at bar, numerous comments about the size of my breasts, including some fairly tacky online attempts, and shameless use of a variety of pet names (and to the person who does this, I'm not faulting you, just honouring you in writing). The thing with chatting up however, is that you have to give the person a fighting chance. I have a cruel sarcastic edge when it comes to putting people off this particular style of proposal.

2) Touching Up
This is thankfully a rare occurrence. I have yet to be molested over here in Morocco, unlike some of my course mates (but then if you will go out to clubs where the only girls are hookers, prepare to be groped). The last time anyone tried this on me was in a club, and I made it quite clear that my large male friends would beat them senseless if they tried it again (if I didn't get there first).

3) Techno-dating
I've kept this a bit separate from 'Chatting Up' because I think it's an entirely different ball-game. I have had a lot of guys who I consider friends who would text me, IM me or e-mail me constantly. It always takes them actually saying it before I realise that this is their form of 'Chatting Up'. They're always the same kind of guy, really kind and nice but a bit shy - your typical 'Nice guy comes last' character. I have to say, I've always quite liked this type of guy, but I normally blindly mistake their attention for friendship, and by the time they tell me, they're already firmly in the 'you're like my brother' box. So maybe not the most successful method.

4) Drive-by
This can be several different things. Curb crawling, cat calling, and whistling are all included in this category. I'd be interested to know if any of these guys have managed to pick up a girl (that they didn't need to pay) like this. I personally find it plain irritating, and I get the impression that most other girls do as well. Interesting that it doesn't stop guys doing it.

5) Street talkers
These are particularly frequent in Fes. They are the guys who see you from about ten metres away, and then talk to you until you've passed them by ten metres. In that twenty metres they can be whistling, shouting, or just trying a variety of different languages to get a response. Some are quite nice, and just come out with the standard 'Beautiful English Girls!' but some are just crude - 'Hey Bitch. You lookin SWEET' - and some are just creepy. A friend of mine was calmly told right in the middle of the street that she had 'really good breasts'. The guy just kept on walking, as if he'd just said 'Hi there'.

6) Dating
I have never experienced this really. I think it is adorable, but not very frequent any more, which is sad. I'd love it if a guy I'd only recently met asked me to dinner, or to go and catch a film together. Of course, everyone knows that sometimes this is followed up by questionable intentions, but mostly, I think guys who still want to wine and dine ladies are the truest gentlemen of this world. As sung by the wonderful Victoria Hart I think they've done something funny to love.

PS I also have decided to plug some of the blogs which I read, which I think you should read also. First up, Stuff no-one told me (but I learnt anyway). It's just nice to read.

Proud and Prejudiced

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man, possessing fortune or no, must be in need of a wife. 

Those literary people among you will notice I have slightly altered the above quote, mostly because I think mine is better and I never liked Jane Austen anyway. Sorry.

I try to keep my posts related to things which happen in my day to day life here in Fes. Today for the first time I decided to walk home. The sun was out and the birds were singing and it's only about half an hour's walk, so I thought 'why not'. And really it was lovely, except it came to me that I am both proud and prejudiced. Tell me ladies and gentlemen. Is this a good thing or not? Let me explain.

When you are English, small and female, you get a lot of attention in these parts, even in the more modern Ville Nouvelle, where I live. Consequently though I wasn't actually bothered on the way home, I got curb crawled several times, and had a lot of shouting and wolf whistling. Incidentally, there is something just a little pathetic about curb crawling while on a scooter. Don't ask me why, but somehow, it just seems so much sadder than the others.

I realised I'm proud because I refused to look at any of these guys. And really, though I'm probably right, and anyway I don't want a Moroccan boyfriend (not while I have the Boy hanging around in the UK) maybe it is a little pretentious of me to automatically assume I won't like, or have anything in common with these people. Secondly I'm prejudiced because since they're Moroccan, I automatically decide they are creeps - although in fairness if you curb crawl or whistle a girl down in the street, you probably are a creep - does that make me a bad person? Or just acceptably selective?

Equally, I've banished the idea of meeting someone at school. At ALIF there are a mix of Americans, Canadians, Brits, and a whole variety of other nationalities. I'm prejudiced against them because I assume they will go their ways and I'll never see them again after this year. But as I said before, Men are in want of Wives. That's why we get attention, sometimes from the least expected sources, sometimes from the most.

This post has now gone on too long. Later, once I've done my work, I might discuss different ways I have been propositioned out here. It might be interesting, so you should definitely come back and have a read.

Gambar Foto Gunung Merapi Meletus

Gambar Foto Gunung Merapi Meletus

Mount Merapi admission occurred at about 5 o'clock this afternoon, afterwards assay the video actualization Merapi affluence erupts, is credible accepting issued that contains the hot clouds of ash and alluvium accomplished to the southwest, the hot breaker by belted bodies referred to as trash.

View a photo Merapi affluence erupts actually good, there terlhat a absolute blubbery cloud, of beforehand alluvium and ash can be absolute alarming to affiliation about Mount Merapi.

Forever never.

Take my hand,And close your eyes.Breathe with me,Believe in me.Love?Limpeh fuck your mum la uh,I diu your whole family die only.Kaninaehcheebai.---Hi.I didn't go out as usual.At most nua around.Anyway so.Woke up at like, 12pm.Went down tiong, waited for 40 minutes. -_-Finally, this 2 cameeee over to tionggg -_-Say hi to Zoe and Farah! :DThis was taken when we were having dinner.*Eateateat*Say hi to Me, Farah and Arhjas! (Y)Me aj and wilson.Brother sister arkaliao arkachiuji 184 pbt la siak.LMFAOZ!!Aj Michelle Zoe Farah Me.Aj Michelle Zoe Farah Me.Arhjas & Clare (Y)HUAT AR.*Eateateat*Farah's model picture at iluma's toilet.HAHAHAHA.(Y) BAIK LA SIAK!Arhjas geksai at raffles hospital lift lobby.ROFL.Ok so.Met F and Z at Tiong.Blablabla awhile,Then they ate at niwasushi.Went over ntuc.Awhile, Arhjas met us at ntuc.Lmfao she grew taller again siak knn.-_-LOL.Went over Bugis.Met Ling there~Walked around and blablabla.Met Michelle and wilson.Went over Raffles hospital.Zoe went counselling.Nua at foodcourt for drinks with aj and ling.After ling went off,Went up with Aj.Awhile, all done, went down smoke.Walk around at bugis street etc blablabla.Around 8.20+? Aj left for holland.Zoe left at 8.40 like that.Then michelle and wilson left.Me and farah kupped then went iluma.She jubeat, then we chatted and stuffs.Then trained home at almost 10.Went 824 buy food for mum and sis and myself.I starved my family, SORRY. LOL.Reached home around 11pm like that.I was mad fucking sad that night LOL.I jitao hur -_-Rofl, nevermind.That's all luh.---A thousand miles,Zero gravity,Touch my hand,Crush,Angels,---Anyway,Yesterday I slept at mum's room.Then, I was watching tv ar, so bored.Keep switching channels and stuffs,Then I saw news.Selina at china film show,Then got bomb scene or something?Then got accident,Burn until her 40% skin -_-Fml sia.I jitao heartbreak on the spot T.TSigh....):God bless Selina Ren Jia Xuannnnn )))):

Wow i didn't see that one coming...

i don't know if this is true but i think some people assumed that i'm the type of person who can accept any words spoken to my face and guess what i'm not...

when that happened there will definitely be a moment of silence in between the conversation. i mean the words is not that harsh nor sensitive it's just that sometimes people just don't have answer for everything.

a friend of mine was actually asking for tips on what product should he buy, because he claimed that his face is not clean enough i guess... so he was asking for my opinion and my intention was only to help so i told him that he should get [product name removed] because it's kinda good and ok and i'm an user so i know if it's ok or not.

to my surprise, he was chuckling and he said ,"then why can i still see your pore (eventhough i'm not wearing my spectacles)"...

silence...

Whoa!!! I didn't see that one coming so with a red face i think I replied, "it's genetic,"

and he was like "genetic my ass" and continue laughing.

and one of my friend trying to break the awkwardness by supporting my answer, thanks bro...

so that was it, i'm not saying that i was hurt or anything, the moral of this story is sometimes there are certain words that certain people just can't answered and doesn't mean that the word is sensitive, it's just 'no answer'...

Chris Lee's Wife Kristen Lee Harassed By Yankee Fans

While the American League Championship Series was being played in Yankee Stadium, the wife of Texas Rangers ace Cliff Lee was reportedly not happy with how the Yankees fans treated her.

The wife of Texas Rangers ace Cliff Lee says she experienced some pretty abusive behavior from Yankee fans, including taunting, cursing, throwing cups of beer and even spitting from the section above.



According to a report by Bob Nightengale of USA Today, Kristen Lee sat in the visiting family section at Yankee Stadium and was allegedly harassed by New York fans.



"The fans did not do good things in my heart," Kristen Lee told USA Today. "When people are staring at you, and saying horrible things, it's hard not to take it personal."



Yankees fans also threw trash into the Texas bullpen in Game 2 and attempted to dump beer on former Baltimore Oriole Cal Ripken Jr. during the TBS pregame show before Game 4.



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Things I think about people: When Travelling

I have to start this post by explaining that, as with Things I think about people: In Class it is not that I personally dislike these people or am casting aspersions as to their personality. I think everyone is nice, which I have been told is a weak point in my personality. I just often dislike their attitude or actions.

Such is the case with some of the people I have travelled with over the past six days. So here are the travelling habits which I love, followed by a few I dislike.

LIKES

1) Chatty travellers. This is an interesting one. I personally love being chatted to, especially when I'm travelling alone, because it stops me from getting lonely. I scored a few of these this weekend, starting with Dave and Patrick the American guys who I met on my flight from Fes. On the way back I met Charlie, a three-year old who was keen to share his etch-a-sketch. I appreciate these people a lot.

2) Travellers who don't mind asking. I like these people because (rather selfishly) it makes me feel so good when I can help someone. I was asked for so much help this weekend that I think I must just have a helpful face. I feel great when someone asks me for help, so I always appreciate it.

3) Business travellers. This applies specifically to train-travel. Business travellers always have reserved seats and they always know exactly where to get onto the train. And they get on with work in a very organised way, because they're used to the constrictions which come with train travel on a regular basis.

DISLIKES


1) Singers. That is to say, children who insist on singing. When you're on a plane flying over France, there is little you can do to get away from the 52nd chorus of 'Waka Waka' that flight. I am not a rude person, and therefore couldn't bring myself to tell them to shut up. I wish I had though.

2) Bolshy travellers. If you're new to the word 'bolshy' it is practically onomatopoeic. It means passengers who think they are the most important thing and are all about throwing their weight around. In their case almost always, the customer is not right. On my outbound flight there was a gentleman who hadn't been able to put the handle down on his cabin bag. He was told it was too large for the overhead compartment. Mayhem ensued as he tried to defy the hostess (who was, of course, right) I offered up the space below my seat to store it, but because of the handle it wouldn't fit. Eventually after much childishness, the bag went into the hold. It was very unnecessary for everyone involved.

3) Seat-stealers. Once again I am referring to train travel here. Because train tickets in the UK are so expensive, I always buy my tickets online in advance, to cut the price. This means I always have a reservation, which is great when I find myself on a particularly busy train. However, sometimes I get hit by the seat-stealers. These are the chancers who see a reserved seat and hope that the person who reserved it does not come. While they are always polite enough when I do show up, they do make me feel bad and they do make everyone's life more difficult. If I can read a reservation slip, I don't see why they can't.

*fanfare*

I got onto Google! Yes, I know that's no big deal because you'd have to be searching for something pretty specific (this blog, in fact) to bother typing 'It's Raining Here in Fes' into a search engine anyway, but the point is, now you can, and you'll actually find me in all my wacky glory at the other end.

I have lack of sleep again. A friend had a birthday last night, and it involved a house party. We played ring of fire, which I did very well out of, I think I drank less than the designated sober person. Then we moved on to iphone truth or dare. I don't know who invented those things, but I would like to shake his hand. Things which occurred included -

1) Me getting off with my best friends inner thigh.
2) Every girl in the room having their bum squeezed by a blindfolded man who then had to guess who they each were.
3) People being taken out of the room to have ice-cubes put in places where it would melt quickly.
4) One guy dressing in a toilet-roll diaper for 10 minutes (although it felt like so much longer)

All in all, the UK is an absolute world away from Fes. It'll be odd going back.

UPDATE: Just noticed this is my 69th post. Hee hee. 69.

Thud thud thum-thum thud

Drums. One thing I can honestly say I didn't miss about being home. When you sit in my living room, you can hear my brother drumming in his bedroom just above. There is nothing which can make the experience any better except him stopping.

It's not going to happen.

Today was family day in the household of Sally. There were aunties and uncles and grandparents and a singular cousin (I have millions, but they don't love me enough to turn up to every family meal) and we had a lovely family-oriented time. And I had fun driving my Dad off to the train station. A feature of my family is that they are constantly jetting off all over the world for our variety of exciting jobs. It seems odd really that I am the only one who actually studies languages. Makes me wonder if it's really worth it.

Now I am enjoying a relax in front of the telly. I think I miss Leeds again already, but it's only two more months until Christmas, and while I miss the people in England a lot, that doesn't stop me missing Fes, and especially my wonderful Moroccan family. I'm loving my time at home, but when Tuesday comes, I'll be ready to get back.

Blue Army

If you do one thing in your life, sit on a train for an hour with the Blue Army, right after they've lost. It is hilarious and pathetic, but it did make for the best train ride I've ever been on, although it might have been better if I'd not been so tired.

Let me explain. A few points to clear things up first.
1) The blue army - Ipswich Town Football Club supporters
2) The train - between Peterborough and Ipswich after their Nottingham away game
3) The score - you know, I have no idea. They lost though.

So I was chatted up by a guy called Matt who was drunk, 32, married, with a 5 year old daughter. He pointed out that my leggings were see-through. A lot of times. And he made me wear his glasses. Also, he made me stop reading so I could join in a few raucous chants of

WHO ARE WE? BLUE ARMY! WHO ARE WE? BLUE ARMY!


it was an experience. But totally worth it for the time I had in Leeds, two of the best days of my year so far. I only wish I could have seen more people and stayed longer, but the time I had was totally amazing. I couldn't ask for a better group of friends. And I wouldn't want to either, because even if they weren't perfect, they're still exactly what I would look for in a group of people.

And that's my hometime so far. Three days to go, hope they're as good.

Gone for Fall Break - See you in November

Sayangggg~

When I love,I really do, love.Pearl.E.T.Who am I living for?---Hi.I forgot what I did for the past few days.LMAO.I didn't go out though!Finally meaning my words and staying in!!Hmmm.Days been bored?But like happy ley! :DBeen waking up to cig, food and, a brandnewday~LMAO.Hmmm.Well~I cut my hair alr.LMAO.Jitao like some helmet -.-AHAHAH.Today is flyday.Slept at 8am and woke in middle,Like, idk, thunder lightning heavy rain abcde.1 minute got 3 or 4 thunder and lightning.Like, in a pair of lightning and thunder.Knn sia.Jitao got woken up and can't sleep -_-Well anyway,Woke at 5.30pm.Woke up to cig, mega mcspicy meal, money, and milo~LOL. Jitao swee lifestyle.Chatted on phone with aj blablabla,Then prepared to go out.Met Sis and J at supercuts.Laughed like fuck with J while waiting for sister to cut hair.Went over starbucks.Always the same 3 drinks.None of the food/cake is mine, LOL.Crapped etc and stuffs.Played stupid game and kept laughing on iphone.Cheebai sia the game, Cut the rope.Go buy the full version, YOU SURE PEKCEK LOL.Hahaha, but lika fun only.Hoho.But I was having a bad mood then.Jitao felt like bombing starbucks up.Lmao.But I still didn't have this black face.Just, inside my heart, yeahhh.Went out to nubox,Then went shopping blabla,Macs afterwards.Super crowded and stuffs.I wished I could just bomb the whole shop and fuck all of them up.Fucking noisy.ZZZ!!!And I see kids ar, I jitao feel like strangling themHolygod, I'm sucha sadist loh, jialat.Went back 824 afterwards.Met bee at 824.Chatted etc and she was like so worked up HAHAHA.Fucking cute.Sent her home at 1.20am like that.Stone and chatted blablablabla at 824 until like,2.50am.Then all went home.AND I'M HEREEE.'YEAH SHE USED TO RULE THE WORLDDDD~'---Iloveyou.---My hair, after just cut.Never do anything at all to it.Jitao is @$!@%!@%$@!$@!#$ -_-I almost fucked my life -_-But after that like not bad,Then I go webcam zoe and show her how cute I looked.LMFAO!!!Too hyper luh, lmao.Not cute here, idk why.On webcam jitao ji keai de w0rhx.LMAO.Lurbbbeeee,Euuuuszxc.HAHAHA LMAO.I was too bored.Like, middle of the night? LOLZ.---Today's picture.Only got 1.HAHA.---OH YES AND, FUCK YOU KNOW!!!2 days back,I was smoking with bel in my room,Then open window.KANINA, JITAO 1 DRAGONFLY FLY IN -.-ZZZ!!!! LOL.Well but we killed it.With a badminton racket, and 5 SHS exercise books HAHAHHAHA.Ok.End.LMAO.Oh and today,I keep sneezing.Nose like got riverrrr.Knn keep sniffing like ahhai.Yesterday night got fever, rolleyes -_----Sometimes I really don't know.I think and force myself to get an answer.End up force until I pekcek and almost cry :@So I give up, LMAO.Lucky I have my listening ear (Y)Ohwell!...---I suddenly miss this song alot...Lol.I used to listen to this song and cry.And Untitled..2 years back, june.Jitao listen 1 time cry 1 time.Fucking mad sad and pathetic that year.LMAO.And this....And I never wna say goodbye,But girl you make it hard to be faithful..With the lips of an angel...---'Voice of a Nightingale.'

When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong – Juan Williams makes the case for Honesty.

“But when I get on the plane, I got to tell you, if I see people who are in Muslim garb and I think, you know, they are identifying themselves first and foremost as Muslims, I get worried. I get nervous.” ~ Juan Williams

The unemployment rate increased!!! That wasn’t the headline on the National Public Radio website yesterday morning but it should have been. After Journalist Juan Williams voiced his view of “brown skinned” Muslims in America, he was promptly let go by NPR. He had a gig with them as a news analyst but that ended with him running his fat mouth.


Side Note: Remember America, we can’t mix up the different colors of Islam. If you put the brown ones in with the white ones, Americans get confused.


See what fooling around with Bill O’ Reilly will get you – THE AXE!!! Now NPR is
facing blistering online (is there any other way to do it now) attacks from the Far Right, The Right, The Middle, and some on The Left. Now we will be subjected to Freedom of Speech talk from every person with a keyboard and a microphone. People are already pulling out old videos from the Ghost’s of NPR’ s past.


I think the first part of what Williams said was extremely dumb. But I don’t think
he should have been fired. And it’s not because the dumb excuse of “he was only
saying what everyone else thinks.” I don’t think that way! I’m not afraid/suspicious of Muslims because some rouge Muslims terrorized us. The Klu Klux Klan has been terrorizing black folks since the 1800’s and I don’t start crying when I see white people. His views show the narrow-mindedness of my fellow Americans. Now if he was a hiring manager, I would be more concerned. His job was to provided opinion and insight (sort of like crotchety Pat “It’s obvious that I don’t have experience dealing with people that are non-white” Buchanan over at MSNBC). Buchanan says things that should have him jumped in a dark alley but he is still cashing a paycheck. If NPR was bothered by his relationship with Fox News, they should have stopped it awhile back. They apparently decided to let the relationship stand and now we see dislike on both sides. Also NPR opened themselves up to the ridiculous criticism of them being a speaker box for the liberal elite. It’s obvious that they see themselves in a different class from Fox News (as most news outlets do). But I always imagined it would be Fox News firing an employee they didn’t agree with. I knew eventually they would fire someone before another media organization would (oh yeah, they already did!).


In the end, Williams was correct when he said we shouldn’t lump all Muslims in the same category. But because he started off the way he did, the whole statement sounded like a contradictory mess. I get it!! He was being honest! But what was said still was a prejudice statement. Like so many television pundits that are talking every week. They make prejudice statements and then hide under the veil of honesty. You can be honest all day long but if you are prejudice that’s what you are. Your employer has the right to fire you based on what you do and say. NPR just happened to exercise that option. And Fox News will no doubt take care of him. They want to look like the good guys in all this. Unfortunately Williams will not be able to count on some black folks to rally behind him. He has burned many a bridges with his commentary on black life and politics.


Some of his greatest hits misses have perplexed some black folks to no end.

Is Clarence Thomas worth the call? Do you think he looks like Denzel in the dark?

Ginny Thomas made a fool out of herself when she called Anita Hill asking for an apology. If you don’t know anything about the Clarence Thomas/Anita Hill saga, you were either in a coma, outer space, or a newborn. Apparently Ginny is still upset over what allegedly happened between Ms. Hill and her husband. Maybe she is psychologically scarred because she thinks her husband likes black women. Well let me be the first to ease her fears – that cat doesn’t want to have anything to do with black women. If a black woman was on fire, he wouldn’t piss on her to put the flames out. Usually it is the other way around – a black woman is calling the white woman about her man (post racial love I guess?). Mrs. Thomas needs to realize that no black woman (AND I MEAN NO BLACK WOMAN) wants her husband. Well maybe a single version of Conservative Black Woman would like him?


When I first heard about the phone call I thought Mrs. Thomas was on the sauce. But I realize that she didn’t really want any drama. She called Ms. Hill on Saturday. What college professor is at work on Saturday? Ms. Hill is a professional lady so she probably did the right thing by turning the tape in. If she called a “Sista” from “around the way”, she would have been thoroughly cursed out!!! After 19 years, she was not going to apologize!! And now after the phone call, she ain’t never ever ever ever ever going to apologize. Mrs. Thomas must be feeling herself because of her new fame. She has been running with the Tea Party (another bandwagon Republican trying to hitch a ride on the train because they think it will boost their agenda) and bad mouthing President Obama anytime she gets in front of a microphone. I personally think that his wife shouldn’t be involved in these activities because it shows bias. But since we are being honest, maybe Clarence is already biased? New information regarding meetings involving Thomas and other conservatives has hit the internet. It’s tough presenting your case in front of the judge when they have already decided the verdict!!!


Side Note: Still think it’s crazy to think everyone in Washington is on the take?


Mrs. Thomas needs to learn how to “CHARGE IT TO THE GAME.” This woman called Ms. Hill like her husband was Denzel Washington. Let’s be real about who Clarence Thomas really is? It’s not like dude is Ebony Magazine cover material!! But if his wife thinks he is worth fighting for, I’m not going to change her mind. I just think it’s funny that the other woman never wanted him.

If I thought you could win, I would send you some coin change.

Constitutional Confusion: Befuddled by the Founders

Never have I seen so many, be so loud, and be so proud, and know so little.

According to the Pew Center’s Forum on Religion and Public Life, black folks (average %) scored near the bottom when asked 32 questions that tested their religious knowledge. Actually we were just above the last place group that scored the lowest (i.e. second to last place). Praise God!!! Oops… my bad! Second to Last Place???? I know black folks were reading that last sentence and thought second place. Just like when we think they called our lottery numbers. Nope!! I know people are sitting at home confused and saddened that some test has proved that they are religiously ignorant. After all those years of Vacation Bible School, Revivals, and Sunday School we end up 2nd to the bottom??? I know black folks that spend all Sunday in church….CORRECTION…they spend all Sunday, and 3 times during the week in Chuuuch!!! All these televangelists on television and we haven’t learned anything? Who can we blame for this tragedy???


Mom, for arriving to church late because she had a scuff mark on her church hat?

Dad, for impatiently waiting for church to end so he could catch the 1st quarter of the football game?

That Deacon that prays so long that you forget what you were originally praying about?

Reverend Ike and his Science of Living? (Yes, the Science of Living….I wish I could make this stuff up!)


Was this a faulty test or an example of Christian Know-It-All’s being exposed?? I’m going to go with the latter!! The people that took the test didn’t have to part the Potomac River or turn water into Ciroc. All they had to do was answer 32 questions. Oh Lordy!! Why hast thou forsaken the people that think they are at the right hand of God himself??


The problem with America is that everybody, who calls themselves a Christian, thinks they have a direct line to Jesus Christ. They are good at quoting scriptures on why you shouldn’t do what they don’t want you to do. But they can’t tell you anything about the person that said the scripture. America is fast becoming the land of “The Haves” and “The Have Nots.” Corporate greed and low employee wages have now become synonymous with regular business practices. And Illegal foreclosures are shrugged off as “well they shouldn’t have been in that situation.” I don’t remember Jesus walking around Jerusalem wearing tailored suits talking about Prosperity Preaching!! I must have missed that part of the bible where his mule was called Lamborghini. If more people truly followed the teachings of Jesus, we would be better people. But you don’t have to be a Christian to treat people with respect and have empathy for people that have less than you. We expect the President to be a holy roller and some of us are the biggest sinners. We have what I like to call “Cafeteria Religion”. We pick what we like and put back what we don’t like. It’s apparent that any nut job can pick out what they want to use out of the bible for their twisted agenda. You have a group of “so called Christians” protesting dead soldiers funerals claiming their deaths are because we are an immoral country.


Side Note: To all you Muslim haters out there, we got religious lunatics in America too!!!!


Black folks need to take another look at the way we practice religion. It has gone from what Jesus said to what Bishop said. People are being led around like donkeys because they refuse to use common sense. It is okay to fact check your minister (study to show thyself approved). Matter of fact he/she should challenge you to read the word for yourself. Stringent qualifications to get into the pulpit can cut down on some of this foolishness. But the rest is up to us.

Downtime

So over the next 48 hours, you might not hear very much from me. I'm flying out at 10.35 tomorrow morning, and I'll get into Leeds at 7.55.

I have very little else to say. I have a speaking class now, and I'm scared.

See you on the other side. x

I guess the White House invitations got lost in the mail??

Last week President Obama held a meeting with some well known black bloggers at the White House. I can only assume he was trying to get the bloggers to help him get his message out. You know, Democrats are Good and Republicans are Bad. Sounds like it might have been a good idea in theory but once again the White House fell short. My mama thinks that I’m too hard on Obama and that my generation doesn’t know real racism.

Side Note: I want to make a martial arts movie with my mom fighting Christian Ninjas from the Religious Right. It can be a cartoon because my mother doesn’t really know martial arts. I want to call it “The Dueling Bibles.”

Mama will be happy to know that this fiasco was not Obama’s fault. He has a lot of incompetent people surrounding him. Unfortunately they all look good on paper because they have Ivy League degrees (aka Smart Folks). But Mr. Ed looked smart when he put on glasses too.

If you are wondering what the problem is, that means you don’t know much about blogging. And that’s okay because this is what we in America call “A Teachable Moment (no beers or salty nuts included).”


There are many types of Bloggers (examples of some are) –

Business

Lifestyle/Fashion

Celebrity Gossip

Sports

Technology

Political


Now which of these blog types definitely shouldn’t have received an invitation to the White House to discuss politics?

*jeopardy theme music*

That’s correct – Celebrity Gossip

People are struggling financially, we are fighting war after war and politicians are on the take from corporations. And the White House invites bloggers that write about the sex lives of entertainers?! I know it’s exciting to get bloggers that have huge followings. But that shouldn’t be the determining factor for real dialogue. To let you know - I have nothing against celebrity gossip blogs. I believe there is enough room for all of us. I work my side of the street and they work their side. But too many bloggers were left off that list. Bloggers that would have asked the tough questions and not be a rubberstamp for the president. And I’m not saying that people that were invited were going to be rubberstamps. But Obama needs to answer some questions before folks take marching orders.

Apparently nothing constructive came out of the meeting because all you keep hearing was how messy it was.

Side Note to the White House: The next time you want to keep the details of what you discuss private. Don’t invite bloggers that write about gossip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hometime

Test over. Predictably, it went fine. Maybe. Whatever, done with now.

So now it's hometime. Seriously, there is now a day until I have my England holiday and it hardly matters to me at all. I feel like I can just chill and not care. Of course, that's not true at all, but whateverever. I'm really happy and I can't think of anything reasonable to say.

CATS!

Here is my unreasonableness.

We are now sitting in the garden discussing novels, and diaries, and it feels a bit comical that I'm recounting this on my blog. We're now discussing flashing our teachers for marks. I think I should get involved in the conversation and stop writing now.

UPDATE: The panini issue has been solved for me by a highly educated friend (and several others, but he was first). I have been reliably informed that Panini is actually the plural. The singular is Panino. Taa Daa

Fila

I am making up for my late post yesterday with a ridiculously early one today. It's 7.48, which makes me ten minutes early for our first class of our new schedule, and I'm the only person here. Well, apart from this one guy who I think might be German but I don't know well enough to ask. He's nice. We're not talking.

Fila is the ALIF cat. Which is to say she hangs around here the whole time and everyone feeds her. We don't have a clue who she belongs to. I'm personally not a cat fan, and especially not a fan of the kind that mews insistently at my ankles. I never have any food anyway.

Today I have a test, and I am very nervous. It's at 3pm, but it's in Dareeja and I have a whole morning of our new Fsha course beforehand. Never mind eh. Did I say we had a new schedule? Well, we have a new schedule. Might be interesting to see who makes it into class, knowing the attendance record so far this year. We are a poor group of students.

My head feels like this.

How do you...

...Procrastinate?

I'd say it's fairly obvious how I procrastinate. The worst thing I did for my studies was to get a blog. I write to procrastinate. I write poetry (because I am that cool), I have several short stories and one novel on the go. I love going back and re-drafting them when I should be doing other things. I think it's because it feels like I'm doing something productive, which is what I know I should be doing, so I feel like I can let myself off for not revising.

Besides, I enjoy writing more than I enjoy languages. Silly isn't it! But never mind, because I still love languages, and I find they have more practical application than the ability to write a page of gunge about nothing in particular. I think that might be what I'm doing now, so I'm going to stop and get back to revising.

Maybe.

And now Ladies and Gentlemen, the grand finale

Sorry if I've deprived anyone of their morning reading today (a lot of people seem to read my blog at around 8am. Go figure) But I have been busy. By which I mean I slept in, which was delicious, and then I had a nice chilled out breakfast with Halima, and then I went to school.

And got harangued by Zaim for not turning up to classes (not  me specifically, but us in general). Then we did nothing productive for two hours, which probably explains why people skip off. Lunch was nice though, had a good old chatter with the girls (and my new Texan friend) and went to lunch together to have questionable paninis - A panini by the way, is a silly foodstuff. Starting with the name, I mean that was clearly invented by the Italians as yet another way to make the upper class of the western world sound really stupid. Secondly, what was ever wrong with the toastie? Paninis are always too crunchy and crispy and not filled enough. Never such problems with a toastie. And panini looks daft pluralised. Paninis. Is there another way? Let me know. Now back on topic...

Had a test in Dareeja, which was acceptable. Then we did a bit of revision because we have the final exam tomorrow. I'm not hugely worried for the actual content, I am just terrified of oral exams in general and I always freeze up and end up making 'Help Me' faces at the teacher until they let me leave.

Anywho, I shall now revise. Sorry for the lack of interesting posts. I do still love you all though.

Living in 3rd World America...

"We can do for ourselves if we get the right help." ~ Patty Roseboro, resident of Blackmon Road.

America is one of the richest countries in the world. But you wouldn’t know that if you lived on Blackmon Road in Rock Hill, South Carolina. American’s are living in conditions that could resemble any of the poorest countries in the world. Most of the residents of Blackmon Road live without running water, electricity and septic tanks. If you are thinking that this can’t be true, it is. Have you ever heard of a neighborhood in 2010 that needed a Wash House? And if you are wondering why people don’t know about this, they do. Former Senator John Edwards went there in 2007 to highlight the plight of the residents. Unfortunately his message of putting a spotlight on poverty was dimmed by his sexual exploits.

These folks have been living like this for awhile and it seems that only a few care. One individual is a Republican by the name of Marvin Rogers. You can stop laughing now because it’s true!! Don’t confuse him with South Carolina’s other famous Republicans. I didn’t say Representative Joe “I’m famous for calling the president a liar on TV” Wilson or Senator Jim “I don’t like Gays and Single Women teaching my children” DeMint. If it was up to them, they would nuke the residents and put up condos. But Marvin Rogers seems like he really gives a damn. Unfortunately for him he has a big problem in my opinion. He might be a black republican but blacks won’t vote him into office. Mr. Rogers can thank Fox News and Rush Limbaugh for that. This neighborhood is an example of the many skeletons that America has in her closet. We truly can’t call ourselves a great nation when we have people living like this. This is disgraceful….

This is swee.

I found this on my older posts...Still makes alot of sense to me.(Y)Jitao is what I feel, madloves!---This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel.Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever.You don't want to laugh, 'cuz y'know it's not going to help.But you don't want to cry, 'cuz it'll just make you feel worse.You feel like your heart's falling apart, but not only that,But y'know, soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too.You don't think it'll ever end, And no matter what this person has done to you,It feels impossible to stop loving them.And everyone wonders why if they've hurt you so much, Then why d'you still love them.That's the confusing part, you don't know why, you just do. And the people who hurt you the most, Is normally the ones you love the most.And then, after a few weeks, You finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again.But y'know inside, that you're just going into denial.And after a few more weeks, You're back to where you were; An empty soul and teary eyes.You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it.And you can't help but to show it again.It leaves deep scars on your heart, and they're there, forever.No one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt,No matter who they are, 'cuz it hasn't happened to them.And even if it has, every broken heart is different.They don't know the true pain you feel and carry.Each and everyday now, So you learn that basically you're alone with all this.And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, And suddenly you just break down, right there, 'Cuz y'know you've had enough.The tears just instantly start flowing, And you're to th point where you don't care who sees it.'Cuz you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed,And so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection.In the midst of all these tears, y'know that its not helping any,And it's not going to bring them back... If you ever even had them in the first place.After about a million tears have been cried, You finally pull yourself back together and keep going.Your throat starts to clench,And your eyes burn with the tears you're trying to hold back.Everyone says, "It'll be okay..."....But y'know it won't. And that's the truth, it won't.And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, And you realize that people are horrible.You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it,So that everyone'll think that you're okay, you're fine.So now, every time you see this person, y'know you still love them..And you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you,Screaming out, but for some reason, they don't hear it. They just don't..Then you sit back, and wonder....How one person could've caused all of these...---SWEE BO!!

[ Complaint ] To @home Admins, What? Where?

More folks getting screwed out of items they've earned. From the tech support graveyard:

This is the 2nd time I have a complaint. First, The Dolphy room, I won 3 races and I did not get a silver crown.

Okay so lets back a second,

1st. Sony deletes my Dolphy's, and does shit about it, and didn't even respond to me as to what happened.
2nd. I had to completely start over even tho I have the trophies in my personal space too prove it.
3rd. You allow private Hudson servers, well holy hell, this explains why we have super fast Jet dolphy's. Hence you allow this. Are you fucking kidding me? Explains why when I score a 88 in the ring game, and god forbid if I ever get a chance to win. Do I smell hacks?
4th. My main dolphy has a bronze crown, so I win 3 races, well, where is my silver crown?

I understand that it is beta, but this is the kind of shit you want to give us? You don't help the people that need help, I see posts in here about the same stuff, and yet what, you do what? NOTHING? Why do we have support, why do you even bother, beta? Beta is just a blanket to cover up the real issues and make up excuses. I like to think that things will be better, but yet have seen epic fail on Sony.

Start caring, give a shit Sony, don't let this shit to keep going on.

The problem I have with people wanting to run a private hudson server is that sure they can get their crowns, but even makes it easier for people to hack and crack code that they can put on their memory stick and possible hack the file too as well, thus making it not fair for others such as myself.

Do something Sony besides sitting and rotating on the thumb making yourselves feel good.

The Tale of the Snail

This morning I was informed that the snails were on the boil ready to make Ghlelah. Snail in snail sauce to the rest of the normal world. I was shaken by this idea because I am not particularly keen on putting some kind of slimy little beastie in my mouth. I was aprehensive for lunch.

Lunch came and went snail-less. We had a delicious barbeque instead. I felt like Halima was teasing me, making me squirm because I didn't know when she would decide to spring the snails on me. I spent the whole afternoon worrying - and not really working, not that the two are connected.

TANGENT: By the way I have an exam on tuesday. It's for 10 credits of this year, and it's in spoken dareeja. If you know me then you'll know that considering I'm a language student I have a really impressive fear of spoken exams, so that could go well. You'll also know that I suck at revising, hence the not really working. And now back to the story...

Finally, an hour ago I was called for dinner. I dallied on my way to the living room, trying to postpone the inevitable. Finally I gave up and got sat down. What did I find in front of me?

Rice pudding, except made with couscous.

Apparently, having scared me all day, the decision was taken that with my delicate stomach (what with it being weird on me the past week) I should not really eat snails in snail juice. I should instead eat wrong rice pudding, followed by cold boiled veg and a large lump of meat.
And you know, I am not complaining at all. Snails can wait.

Random.

I want my bitch.Stop being an assholez, ):I woke up after my nap.These came to my mind.LMAO.SWEET LEY, AND RHYMES! :D---There's nothing I won't do to make it right.For you, I won't give up in this fight,'Cuz I can't live, without you in sight.So baby stay with me tonight,I promise it'd be alright,I will protect you with all my might.If you're in darkness, I'll show you the light.Don't be afraid, I'm here to take away your frights.I will hold your hands tight.Our future will be bright.But before I do them, would you promise me your life?I'll make it right. I will.