I don't see a reason to give titles for every post, so...

Hello, blaboonga, old buddy. I'm writing on you now in mah new house in a space shuttle on the Moon.

Well, on one of the Moons of Jupiter.

See, blaboonga, it is the holidays right now. I really have nothing to say, except that I'm missing a few close pals even though they have barely left Doha. They won't even leave anytime soon. I just wish I could spend time playing with them, har har.

And welcome to those who came back to Doha for the holidays from college or wherever. You know who you are.

You see, I plan to spend the holidays:

- Finishing my Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell novel,

- Improve on my art skills... --Har har. Whatever. I love drawing, and I'll draw like those awesome artists in deviantart someday (good joke!), so be it.

- Do my homework.

- Tumblr.

- Make my new room look dazzling, durr hurr. And help Ma sort out the house, ofc.

- Become healthier by exercising around this new and spacious compound. Which probably won't be of a success, but 'an accomplishment is made with the starting thought to try'. or something like it.

- Go to the Pearl, maybe on the 25th. Not for celebrating Christmas, God forbids, but I like how they decorate it, and the weather. But there are no friends to go with. Le sigh.

Looks like I've spent my hols doing the first four already, and on my way with the fifth. Sigh.

I lost my glasses in the car after I slept in it. So I spent the day until around 2 without it, and the world was a blur. So I went to the car sort of hopelessly and searched again. After all those hours...

IT WAS UNDER A SHOE.

I mean, I thought it slipped under the car seat to somewhere unreachable, but no...

IT WAS UNDER A SHOE. AND THE SHOE IS SO OBVIOUS, SITTING THERE ON THE FLOOR OF THE CAR. FFF.

I can't find my Animonster magazines with Hetalia articles in it. Which is, all of my Animonster magazines. I only have one, and half of it is ripped, and one half has half of a Hetalia article. Okay. u_u

People, this compound is empty and beautiful and new and in need of lovin'. Move here immediately. Preferrably in B21 but whatever.

Songs you need to listen to (i mean, I'm not forcing you to--let me rephrase: songs stuck in my head because it's good and deep and it is nice for people to know of it):

- Stolen by Dashboard Confessional

-Your Call by Secondhand Serenade

You have stolen my heart~ (8)

Signing out.

Look! More reasons!

1) Look in your kitchen, and see that you have lots of delicious food. You can't find anything? Then:

2) Search for money. Maybe you have your own or you might like to ask your parents for some. If you then got some, buy what you want. You have access to that.

3) I see you have so much homework. Though you're probably too tired about it you can't bring yourself to care (oh, how relatable). Well, whenever you're ready, do it, and do it nicely. Because you know you've got good grades, and thank goodness you can grow up to be someone lovely, who can help the world, and maybe give to those who cannot afford to have such education.

4) Forgive my corniness, but I believe you and your world are surrounded by love. Please see it. Got a problem? Then you've got many ears willing to listen to you, many hearts that care. You won't be ignored. No one believes you do not worth anything.

5) Check back on your age. I know you do this, but just in case. You still got a childhood to complete, and it is sad to see you heart getting broken now.

Now, you can't say that all you can do now is stop. You've got oxygen, haven't you? How about muscles? Isn't your heart still beating? What about Faith. Say you still have that? I'm sure you do. You're smart. And amazing. (and i love you, lol, though some of you will probably never hear me say it. because i'm scared to.)

Because if the world knew you as a friend, they'd care. Because we love you.

i'm done sharpening the saw.

So I've become really lame and monotonous, and I find it much better to type or think in a proper manner like this. So I can't be like her, or her, or him, or whoever, who would rather be wild and outgoing and emitting a very happy feeling to whatever group they are in. Even outside the virtual connection (I mean, MSN, of course).

I mean, you know, of course I'll try to be less distant. It's what I've always wanted to be. But I suppose I should just accept that I can't be like them. I mean, I love myself, of course, being grateful for being me and living as me and being fine, healthy, and having enough mind and heart to be called a human (and I suppose, a good human, amin).

I'll love those who has ever loved me--as friend or family (or more. Ha ha! A good joke! ... But if there is then I'll love whoever that is just as much for being able to see something good in me. And in others as well. You get what I mean)--because. Well.

ALRIGHT, CAPS LOCK TIME AHAHA. AHA. HA.

I'll just drop trying to find ways to be less monotonous and proper and just accept myself. -__- I mean I'm not friendless or anything. I love being alone (this goes for me and my sister for some reason. We're a pair of masochistic introverts), but hate being lonely.

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AHA. AHA. AHA. WELL. I HAVE A FRENCH TEST TOMORROW WHOO. ANYWAY, I'M JUST DROPPING IN TO SAY YES, I FEEL QUITE HORRIBLE AND DIFFERENT, BUT I'M PRETTY SURE IT'S JUST A PHASE. SO YOU KNOW. OK I'M JUST GONNA SAY 'Amin' FOR EVERYTHING THAT MADE ME SMILE TODAY. I LOVE EVERYTHING THAT MADE ME DO EXACTLY JUST THAT. OKAY THANK YOU MA, PA, SIS, FRIENDS, MY IPOD, MY VUVUZELA, RANDOM PICTURES, TUMBLR, ETC. AND OF COURSE, GOD. <3

I should stop blabbering. Okay well I finished Winnie-the-Pooh, and I'd recommend it but it seems people my age would be too embarrassed to read it, or too bored by it, for some reason.

Did this sound far-fetched and lebay? Well, I'm sorry. It's just who I am right now. (:

The Game + Sharpening the saw.

Me on my bed in my head.

Well, yesterday was fun. Went to my first real football game (as in, in a stadium), and my first real football game was a match between argentina and brazil. ((: i have no idea why i cheered for argentina. i knew brazil had a better teamwork and method, but you know. *shrugs* THERE WAS JUST THIS POWER THAT I CANNOT DESCRIBE, lol. Maybe I just had a feeling they'd win. So I bought a vuvuzela after coming there with Rania's family and I was so happy *spazzes spazzes* Ocha came along. We ate and prayed in Villi, then we left to the stadium~

I went, 'oh crepe'. I haven't got my mobile. And 'oh crepe' how do you blow in your vuvuzela? Then I got more worried as the security guard FREAKING THREW MY VUVUZELA AWAY IN SUCH A HEARTLESS MANNER THAT I CANNOT SUPPRESS MYSELF FROM EMITTING A SHOCKED GASP. So we all walked up towards our areas, all of them in such high spirits and my mood was deflated so much I felt like crying. -___- My first vuvuzela was a waste of 25 riyals, and what angered me most was that I HEARD SOME PEOPLE PLAYING SOME VUVUS LATER IN THE STADIUM. Why, guards? Why?

Oh, and I met naila.

Lol, okay, most of the memories will be kept in my mind, so let me just skip to the technical bits. It was an exciting game. Zidane was there :'D. A fan ran across the field -intruder!- and got caught by the guards. Just. Before. Argentina. Scored. A. Goal. Obviously a Brazil fan. -_- Well he ain't doing any good for the Brazilians. He held the game back. I'd be annoyed if I was playing on the pitch but I don't know about the awesome Argentinians and Brazilians. Argentina scored 1-0 on around the 88th minute? 90th minute? I forgot. By Messi. And me and Dhe3 screamed like mad. :D

MORE VUVUZELAS *RAGES* or maybe they were air-horns. Hm. Good game for the Brazilians, though. They worked hard, as they usually do.

I sort of kinda asked aloud where my mobile is after that, then Tante Suzy pulled out something from her bag and handed it to me. I was like O____O. MY MOBILE. IF I JUST HAD MY MOBILE ALL ALONG I WOULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO TAKE PICTURES. WHY? WHYY?

Then me and Rania and ocha went in, me and R bought a vuvuzela and us 3 puzzled on how we blow it. We ended up just using it as a bullhorn and saying 'toot' into it. xDD

In the car, Rania and Ocha were telling my future. About. Well. Something. *GLARES* Then we sembelehed each other verbally. :)) Then ocha left and. Sob. We went back home.

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This part is the one that relates to the GIF above. Alright. Well, to be straightforward and to-the-point, I just feel like I need to sharpen the saw. As in, change myself. I don't do much to make an impact on a person, but I love it when, you know. Someone tells me that I am fun to talk to. I love it when they talk to me, just to let their thoughts out, y'know. Corny stuff, but it's true. I'm all corn. Corn straight from a farmer's crop field--see? All corny.

And to make it shorter, I'll try and improve myself, and I'll love everyone of you who has ever liked who I am now. :) I'm trying to find a word--alhamdulillah, mebe. I mean, for who I am now.

But gosh, do I wanna give myself an internal kick sometimes.

"Come fly with me on my plane-for-two."

Arthur opened his eyes slowly. The wind was powerful, tousling his nibbled fringe in his eyelashes. The sunset blinded him for a moment. Then—“Oh!” he cried. He finally saw what Alfred had been dying to show him all along.

There was the port, now too far away beneath where they were. He could see the bright wind-sock flapping elegantly, and the earth was dotted with buildings and dashed with trees and forestry. There was the sea, crimson beneath the reddening sky, which Arthur thought seemed even more eternal as the duo hovered high above. And the sky—what a creation! He was closer to it now, and he was sure he could jump (if, he could jump from his seat, that is) up and graze his fingers through the pink clouds. It was as if he was seeing one corner of the world to the other. He felt like a God.

He tilted his head backwards, letting out a whoop of joy. He closed his eyes as he laughed. He listened to Alfred’s mirthful hoot; a warm and wise laughter, which resonated through Arthur’s heart even above the beating wind and the rumble of the engine.

“Wow,” Arthur breathed. His gaze settled at the heavens. Placing one hand on Alfred’s shoulder, he raised the other one up to the sky, as if reaching for it. “Wow,” he repeated. He was truly lost for words.

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So. This was MEANT to be a part of a hetalia fanfic i'm working on with uk and usa.

I was barely on the fifth chapter when I gave up. And this is what. On the twentieth? But who cares about that.

USA -or alfred- is a mechanic who dreams of flying on an open cockpit (set in the early 1900's so planes were not like those today). UK -or arthur- is an author, who's been followed by USA in his quest to search for his wrongly-convicted 14-year-old brother Sealand -or peter. wait, none of this matters. sorry to blabber. -_-