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Sunday, June 21, 2009

The omegle chat the PWNS all other omegle chats XD

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Hi sweets
Stranger: Hey pumpkin!
You: long time no see! did you get a sex change?? what r u now m or f?
Stranger: well.. i thought after you were forcefully castrated because of sex change.. it wasn't wise to go for any such procedure
You: ahhh,
You: thankfuly i dont need one
You: as you can tell
You: i am still f
Stranger: oh.. another sex change..
You: how old r u now, r those wrinkles i see?
Stranger: well after the castratation i guess u needed one..
You: poor sweety
Stranger: well thats the skin u shed during the time you were banished..
Stranger: i guess u're suffering from amenisia..
You: OMG!! how did u no??
You: i kept it a secret
Stranger: becoz it was beamed live sugar..
You: :'(
Stranger: everyon knows..
You: but thanks for telling me
You: noww i can kill the people in charge of the TV station
Stranger: well..u prob. don't remember but it was your wish in the first place.
You: what r u talking about??
You: OMG dont tell me thats what they told u??!!!
Stranger: amnesia is totally killing you .. sweetums
You: will you help me remember my past hunny bum
Stranger: probably due to hormonal changes
Stranger: no point doing that..
You: why not
You: ?
Stranger: you won't recollect it the next morning
Stranger: you have amnesia.
Stranger: good lord..
You: oooh ya i forgot
You: thank you for reminding me
Stranger: you can't remember this even..
You: yes i will, i will always remember u!
You: i will dream of you
You: like that person from 50 first dates
Stranger: well.. you just said long time no see..
You: because i remember you
Stranger: their was a video tape for you too.
You: really!!! i wanna watch it
You: i hope they got my good side
Stranger: you cant.. babydoll..
You: why not love?
Stranger: because your eyes are closed..
You: really??
You: so am i like blind?
Stranger: no..no candy heart.. you are asleep..
Stranger: this is a dream..
You: this is a dream! ur a dream?!
Stranger: well you said you dream about me .. remember..
You: but i want you to be real.... i miss you... so very very much
Stranger: i am always with you..soulmate..
Stranger: you just don't remember it..
You: i do i do remember you
You: you make me remember
Stranger: that is exactly what I am doing.. honey.
You: my heart it is overflowing with memories, memories of my love for u
Stranger: I am your alter ego. paramour.
You: no you cant be, that means i like myself! weird
Stranger: well.. weird it maybe but thats true..
Stranger: you have made this up in your mind.
Stranger: there is no coming back..
You: no i haven't, my love is to great to be fake
Stranger: all you can do is keep on dreaming..
Stranger: it is not fake..
Stranger: your love is eternal..
Stranger: its immortal..
You: i will keep on dreaming and i will keep on loving
Stranger: its always with you..
Stranger: its always in you..
Stranger: it is you..
Stranger: dream or not..
You: no, its you
You: you are my emotion of love
Stranger: you will always have your truelove
You: you have taught me how to love again
Stranger: I am just a figment of your imagination..
You: (random note: do u have facebook??)
Stranger: I will teach you to live again..
You: no u r not
You: u r as real as me
Stranger: //that depends on you.. do you have a facebook acc..
You: yup :P
Stranger: I am as real as your dreams..
Stranger: //then your alter ego too has a facebook acc.
You: and my dreams will become reality
You: what is my alter ego's account
You: ??
Stranger: then you will learn to live again..
Stranger: whats your account??
You: with you by my side
You: shadia al-shafei
You: urs?
Stranger: //well good then..
Stranger: //you should know your love's facebook acc.. after all its your alter ego..
You: what is it?
You: what is urs?
Stranger: //why do you want to know?
You: you should know your love's facebook acc
You: .......
Stranger: ..hmm.. well played.. but the point is you neednot ask it .. it should be always known to you..
Stranger: you break my heart..
You: i have aminisia
You: you must help me remember
Stranger: lol..
Stranger: well you already know it..
You: i do??
Stranger: yeah..
Stranger: ask yourself..
You: ummmmmmmmm... bob??
Stranger: bob was your mentor silly...
You: well then, is it: joe the plumber??
Stranger: do you wanna him to be??
You: no
Stranger: then its no..
You: he's old
You: give me a clue ooh love of mine!!
Stranger:
Abeer Al-Mousa
Stranger: does that ring a bell?
You: LIAR!!!!!
You: loooooooooool
You: goolee walla!!!!
Stranger: i am you..
Stranger: if you lie .. i lie..
You: and sweets abeer does not no english that well
Stranger: its a hint ..
You: it would have been better if you said Raghad
You: or jessica
Stranger: what does goolee mean though.. sweetums?
You: if you were abeer you would no love
Stranger: i told you it was a hint..
Stranger: how you interpret is your choice
Stranger: okay..
Stranger: i will tell you..
You: .....
Stranger: if you tell me the meaning of goolee..
You: it means tell me
Stranger: alright..
You: sooo
Stranger: so is it a slang or.. the actual word..
You: its arabic
Stranger: I am form Dhahran Ahliyya .
Stranger: *from
Stranger: okay
Stranger: happy sweetheart
Stranger: batch of 2011
You: hmmmm
You: let me see
Stranger: I am Alex.
You: ....????
You: i don;t no any one in my year called alex
You: sooo
You: let me give u a simple quiz
Stranger: how many times do i have to tell you..you hav amnesia...!!!!!
You: how many boys do i have in my school??
Stranger: how do you want?
You: ???
Stranger: how many boys do you want in your class?
You: guess the number of boys in my grade (just to make easier
You: :)
Stranger: 0.
Stranger: but your heart wants more
You: is this Danya???
You: or is it Sarah???
Stranger: do you want this to be Danya.
Stranger: or Sarah.
Stranger: wow.. you are attracted to girls..
Stranger: no wonder.. the sex change operations..
Stranger: alright i guess i have bugged you enough..
You: yes you have..
Stranger: but to be fair you started it..
You: im sorry alter ego
You: but please tell me who you r??
Stranger: i understand sweety pie!
Stranger: umm.. well ..
You: ..........
You: -_-
Stranger: do you want to be friends?
You: ok :D
You: but really who r u??
Stranger: do you have your facebook open?
You: yup :)
Stranger: n how many boys are their in a girls school?
You: hurry cause for real i have 2 go
Stranger: okay..
You: one the security
Stranger: I am not anyone you already know.
Stranger: My name is Apurv Sinha.
You: hi :)
You: add me on fb cause i really need to go
Stranger: alright.. love :) good bye!
You: or i am going to killed by my friend's little sis :P
You: who is taller then me
Stranger: don't worry.. your love will protect you..
You: okk g2g
You: BYE!!!!!
You: ♥
Stranger: bbye!!
You have disconnected.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

I'm The Stumbling Queen or not...

Stuff I found while stumbling :-

1-

song chart memes


2-

www.onesentence.org/ -> check this site out, it's for all the people who have FML blocked by Aramco :)



3-




4-

www.languageisavirus.com -> is <3



5-




6- I love Calvin and Hobbes <3

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

My Speech

I had to do a speech to try out for MUN, it's about changing unsustainable production and consumption from the point of view of India,
Enjoy..
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As the motto of The UN Department of Economic and Social Affair’s Division for Sustainable Development is
“Development that meets the needs of the present without compromising the ability for future generations to meet their own needs”
So is India’s when it comes to the topic of sustainable development.

Unsustainable production and consumption is one of the leading causes for many of today’s problems such as:
Deforestation,
Polluting fresh water sources,
The destruction of fragile eco systems
The un-safe management of radioactive waste
And the list goes on

That is why India encourages all countries to follow her lead
For we have two national coordination bodies that are “The National Development Council” and “The Planning Commission”
Both of which are headed by our beloved prime minister
That works towards sustainable development

We have also laid down a great number of plans for achieving sustainable development such as our “National Water Policy” and our “Health Policy”

But India knows that our words can only do so much
For it is up to you to be a change in your country.


THANK YOU

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Where the wild things are

This is one of my favorite books of all time

i hope the movie will do it justice

(i cant embed it so watch it on youtube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NOkQ4dYVaM&feature=channel


what do you think???

Sunday, June 7, 2009

two for one day!

I decided to also post another musing i wrote while on the bus....
its longer then the other musings i wrote,
and a bit more personal (towards the end)

enjoy......

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Think positively
You will be happier
The world will have a shine
All your dreams will come true

Ooh ya, you will also face hearts breaks every second

Things don't always go your way
The world is not a nice place
Its built on broken dreams

Only when you admit that
Can you start living

Hiding behind rose tinted glasses
Will only bring sadness

Be realistic
Your dreams wont always come true
Things wont always go your way

Believing that it will make your heart break

And broken hearts hurt like...

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When I try to be positive, when I think everything will be great, when I think a day is perfect
I end up crying
Back home
All alone

My greatest moments happen when I think negatively
Or more realistically
Because life proves me wrong
And that feeling is better then anything in the world

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When you think positively,
When bad stuff happens,
When you fail,
Life really sucks
You feel like crap
When good stuff happens,
You don't really get excited
You already knew that god thing was gonna happen,
Or at the least you were expecting it
When you think realistically,
When bad stuff happens,
You were expecting it,
You don't feel as sad,
So ya,
And when the world proves you wrong,
And all goes right,
It feels amazing
It feels right…

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Proof:

*I thought I was gonna do soo bad at BERMUN,
I called my friend, nearly crying

And I became a main submitter

*I thought I was not going to get into MUN
cause I rushed and stuttered through my speech

but I got in

*I thought that I was going to die one night

I woke up alive :P

*I thought that my friends gave a shit about my Birthday

I was wrong
(this does not include 11th grade or maism or doodi or lulu)
(and getting me stuff the second day does not make me forgive you,
cause i care zilch about presents and you should no that,
i just wanted my so called friends to care,
and maybe realize i was mad at them,
but yaa that did not go as planned)

*I thought I bought Sims 2

I got a fake

*I thought that my parent were gonna get me a thing I really wanted

They did not

Soo ya

Thank you :)

School

a musing I wrote in school,
dedicated to Samar <3

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I'm Blowing out to sea...

Flexible
Flexibility
Adaptable
Accommodate

Ever heard of these words???

I guess not
Because you are obsessed with your cookie-cutter essays,
Looks,
Words,
Everything,

Not every one is like you
Like your perfect little vision

We are our own people

And you can’t control me
You never will be able to

I’m a storm

Deduct my marks
Get me in trouble

I’m going far places
And you are never gonna move
Change
Learn

You say you want to teach us to be leaders of tomorrow

Truthfully you are teaching us how to be followers of today and ever

You are not helping us
You are bring us down

You lie
You discriminate
You CRUSH creativity

And that is why
We will always hate you

(a)

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if u read my blog
can u tell me???????

Saturday, June 6, 2009

My Own Personal River ~Late Night Musings

My best thoughts come to me late at night, when I'm curled up in bed, not on my Laptop or such, but like gonna fall asleep any second, so this is last nights musing, enjoy

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Your writings,
your singing,
the way you express yourself,
is a portal, a window to your mind,
your inner one,
your feelings,
your way of life
you can't lie when you express your self with art
life will not let you
you will not let your self,
without even realizing it,

life is crazy,
oddballish ,
like that
nothing is right
everything is not what we want it but as we want it

as we truly want it

but not like all that inner mind bull,
but more like a different power
one from your soul,
no not even the soul but from a place that you don't know exists

now I'm making no sense to anyone but myself

i sort of like that feeling
it makes me feel special
unique
like i'm a one of a kind

I never want to be like the crowd
because the one who is in the crowd will never stand out
therefor they will be forgotten
no one will care if they existed

so if wearing brightly colored shoes helps me stand out
and dying my hair just for fun does
so be it

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WOW my brain is weird at night
eeeeer ya
an inner look in to the workings of my mind

enjoy :P

and if you read this just like put a comment saying like hi shadia i read your blog
cause there is no worst feeling then
the feeling of yelling out
but being ignored

thanx

Monday, June 1, 2009

A short story

This is a short story I am working on, it's about my school (DAS) and my friends, but with a few changes to make it a whole hell lot more interesting,

I have not proof read it, so I probably have tons of grammar and spelling mistakes :P

Enjoy.....

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Year 1

“Pass the gun,” I told Amanda “I want to say bye to this class”.
“Same here, this class makes Hasib (7asib / computer) seem interesting and fun” She replied all sleepy like. She made a gun gesture with her hand, and pointed it to her head. “Bang.. bang” she said “I’m dead”
“Jerk” I said glaringly at her “you could have waited for me.”
“Oops, sorry”
“What ever, your forgiven, but only if you give me the gun”
“Here” she made a mime of throwing something. I mimed catching. And with nimble fingers I made a gun and blow out my brains. Or so I wished.

It was only after 20 long minuets, which felt like three hours, was I, and the rest of the class, able to leave.

“God have mercy on us” I said, while throwing my arms around Amanda’s shoulders, leaning my head into the middle of her shoulder blades, “if I have to live through one more Aarabi (Arabic / 3arabi) class I am going to commit seppuku.”

“Seppuku?” Amanda asked me, while rolling her shoulder to push me away. I let go and moved to the side and fell into step with her.

“Ritual suicide” I replied with a smile, “you stick a sword into her stomach, then if you don’t like make noise, some one slices your head off.”

“Lets do that”
“Yaa, we could make your sister chop our heads off”
“Which one?”
“The youngest.”
“I’ll get a sword to stab our selves but you need to get the other sword.”

I know what your thinking lame ass, Japan freak, looser, or if you go by the name Daina or Sami: HOOOOOOOOZER!!!!! .

OK so we are over dramatic freaks, who just happen to be giant nerds, a point I don’t believe you picked up on yet.

So after learning that fact your probably wondering why to loser nerds are hating a class, so as most stories go, I am going to take a break from reality to tell you about yours truly and all my Mary-Sue friends.

First Me, or as the rest of the world calls me: Milly Karr or The Milly-Mobile. Yes, lame nickname but its mine.

(Taken from my FaceBook profile)

I’m just your average 16-year-old sophomore, ok not really. I am UBER-hyper sometimes, extremely lazy most-times. I am a procrastinator extraordinaire. I never do my homework, but I’m the queen of copying it. Somehow I get good grades. I am quick to understand stuff and am an MUN geek. I like reading and I’m a pyromaniac.

(/Taken from my FaceBook profile)

Now Amanda:
Her name full name is Amanda Turner, or Termi-manda (think terminator), or just Mandy.
We have known each other since ever but we only became friends in Junior High. She used to be an annoying nerd, goody-two-shoes to the max before we became friends. I am proud to say that I taught her how to curse like a pro-baller, bitch like a drunk, and slack like a college student. I’m so proud.
It was during our freshmen year that we came up with the “Kill Myself/Suicide” game, in which we come up with ways to kill ourselves, then try to mime them out with out or teachers noticing.
Were messed up, I know, but so is every one else in our school.

Welcome to my school: Marker Pride Schools, or MPS for short. It is the best school in our area, but also the hardest.

A short story

This is a short story I am working on, it's about my school (DAS) and my friends, but with a few changes to make it a whole hell lot more interesting,

I have not proof read it, so I probably have tons of grammar and spelling mistakes :P

Enjoy.....

______________

Year 1

“Pass the gun,” I told Amanda “I want to say bye to this class”.
“Same here, this class makes Hasib (7asib / computer) seem interesting and fun” She replied all sleepy like. She made a gun gesture with her hand, and pointed it to her head. “Bang.. bang” she said “I’m dead”
“Jerk” I said glaringly at her “you could have waited for me.”
“Oops, sorry”
“What ever, your forgiven, but only if you give me the gun”
“Here” she made a mime of throwing something. I mimed catching. And with nimble fingers I made a gun and blow out my brains. Or so I wished.

It was only after 20 long minuets, which felt like three hours, was I, and the rest of the class, able to leave.

“God have mercy on us” I said, while throwing my arms around Amanda’s shoulders, leaning my head into the middle of her shoulder blades, “if I have to live through one more Aarabi (Arabic / 3arabi) class I am going to commit seppuku.”

“Seppuku?” Amanda asked me, while rolling her shoulder to push me away. I let go and moved to the side and fell into step with her.

“Ritual suicide” I replied with a smile, “you stick a sword into her stomach, then if you don’t like make noise, some one slices your head off.”

“Lets do that”
“Yaa, we could make your sister chop our heads off”
“Which one?”
“The youngest.”
“I’ll get a sword to stab our selves but you need to get the other sword.”

I know what your thinking lame ass, Japan freak, looser, or if you go by the name Daina or Sami: HOOOOOOOOZER!!!!! .

OK so we are over dramatic freaks, who just happen to be giant nerds, a point I don’t believe you picked up on yet.

So after learning that fact your probably wondering why to loser nerds are hating a class, so as most stories go, I am going to take a break from reality to tell you about yours truly and all my Mary-Sue friends.

First Me, or as the rest of the world calls me: Milly Karr or The Milly-Mobile. Yes, lame nickname but its mine.

(Taken from my FaceBook profile)

I’m just your average 16-year-old sophomore, ok not really. I am UBER-hyper sometimes, extremely lazy most-times. I am a procrastinator extraordinaire. I never do my homework, but I’m the queen of copying it. Somehow I get good grades. I am quick to understand stuff and am an MUN geek. I like reading and I’m a pyromaniac.

(/Taken from my FaceBook profile)

Now Amanda:
Her name full name is Amanda Turner, or Termi-manda (think terminator), or just Mandy.
We have known each other since ever but we only became friends in Junior High. She used to be an annoying nerd, goody-two-shoes to the max before we became friends. I am proud to say that I taught her how to curse like a pro-baller, bitch like a drunk, and slack like a college student. I’m so proud.
It was during our freshmen year that we came up with the “Kill Myself/Suicide” game, in which we come up with ways to kill ourselves, then try to mime them out with out or teachers noticing.
Were messed up, I know, but so is every one else in our school.

Welcome to my school: Marker Pride Schools, or MPS for short. It is the best school in our area, but also the hardest.