I think yellow and purple go together just fineee

I think i'm the cooking genius of my days!
problem is, my family doesn't agree.
and then i end up having to eat all my little experiments or "messes" as they like to call them.

I'm pretty sure it's just their jealousy speaking though!

The only reason i can't eat alll the food i make is because i don't want to be one of those stereotypical fat cooks like you see on T.V. know what i'm saying?

really, it's true.

ok well i have to go make the rice for dinner, now where were those bananas...

also the post title has nothing whatsoever to do with the topic

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude. ~Voltaire

What is it about being alone that makes people feel insecure?
As for myself i thoroughly enjoy that alone time, maybe it has something to do with my overprotective parents or the fact that its hard to find my alone time. I have no trouble taking walks alone, eating alone, just sitting and doing absolutely nothing...alone!
Many a time i would be there sitting by myself when friends would come along and tell me "come sit with me, don't sit alone!"
Sitting alone you can actually hear yourself, that voice in your head that speaks to you. It's where you can come up with your most brilliant ideas.
I guess not many people enjoy that though, talking to yourself does seem a little loony, in my book that's genius though!
Don't get me wrong I enjoy being with my friends just as much but people should try enjoying the atmosphere of being by ones self every once in a while.

A Midsummers Momment

Throwing my flip flops to the side i sat on the swing and dug my toes into the dirt beneath my feet.
i pushed back as far as i could get, swinging back and forth i remembered the days when swinging on the swings meant long conversations.
It was where important decisions were made, and friendships renewed.
It was the reconnection with nature as your legs tried touching the trees,the breeze tickled your face, and the sunshine danced around your shoulders.
It was there that Rainbows were watched after long rain showers, making the smiles creep slowly on your face.
Where when you were overwhelmed it was just easy to swing it all away.
Where screams echoed on who could jump the furthest.
where you believed that swinging high enough maybe you could touch the clouds.
It was on the swings that i started my summer.

<3

“We change, whether we like it or not” ~RWE

drenched drowning suffocation
holding it in
unable to any longer
confusion distress asphyxiation
breathing as if on a Crucifixion
the pain extends beyond comprehension
a wildfire through the heart
a battlefield, oh where to start
endings are only the beginnings
as we fall
we reach for those to pick us up
amid the rubble
within the sands
perils of time
leaving behind traces
some here, others there
standing up
dusting off
the shreds of glass
we stand, smile, and
gladly embrace the
change.

Like, i'm like speech impaired!

Its funny how little things when pointed out can become so noticable.

The other day a friend pointed out that the group of guys with beards in the Uni kept stroking it throughout the last couple of hours. I thought it was just bluff!

so here i was today, sitting, minding my own business, when i notice the same group of guys with beards, stroking them.

i was probably sitting there for at least 3 hours and every time i glanced over THEY WERE STROKING THEIR BEARDS!

I'm guilty to say that this cracked me up.

I don't think they intentionally did that, i probably do stuff that i barely notice as well.

I say "like" a lot, someone pointed out that one time and it seemed that that was the only word i said in my sentences. like for real!

Enemy lines.

Silence was the key.
I moved discreetly behind the tall shelves, my heart pounding as i did so.
looking left and right, i got ready to make my move. The weapon in my hand froze my fingers. A giggle escaped my throat because of the anticipation.

I walked stealthily, sneaking up on my victim, who was also in position. He thought he was ready, but next to my stealthy abilities, he had no chance.

BAM! went my perfectly created weapon, hitting his back with full force.

" you kids, vat you think you're doing throwing snowballs in the masjid!"

"crap"

we stood for a minute, like deer in the face of headlights then we made our escape. Each scattering in a different direction, but not before the message went around.

SNOWBALL FIGHT AFTER ISHA!!

How much do i love thee... let me count the ways

A snippet from our conversations.

" I love chicken like Romeo's love for Juliet"

" I love chicken as much as an anorexic girl hates food"

" Anorexic girls don't hate food! they just don't like to eat."

"what! that made no sense. you lose"

" OK, I love chicken as much as Israel hates Palestine"

" well... I love chicken as much as a bulimic girl likes to throw up"

"I'm not even sure they like doing that, they just don't want to get fat"

" that's besides the point, i love chicken!"

" wow are you guys still talking about chicken?"