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wordpress is too complicated.. i dont have the time nor desire to learn css or whatever else i need to know..

i switched back to the familiar… http://isshine.blogspot.com/

Last night of the semester

guess i can’t stop myself from bloggin…. but now i’m doin it via wordpress… supposedly it’s better cuz more people are workin on it constantly, its a global project…..

my last days at school… another brown girl lied to my face…. but i understand why… i thought i knew her, she even helped me out once - like big time… but alas… people aren’t perfect… but why you gotta lie?… i’ll find out anyway… that’s how lucky i get… and it’ll just make you look bad…

i think it’s cuz she thinks i’m like Ned Flanders from The Simpsons… you know the goody good.. who’s never done bad… she didn’t want me to spoil her ‘fun’… but i already know how it goes… even w/ all the frontin.. the truth comes out…. but she always seems like she got her guard up… maybe cuz she’s been hurt so many times… i dunno

then i remember my mom… bein’ the only afghan/baloch here when she came from back home…. in a new country… and the people who didn’t accept her.. cuz she really did not fit with their culture… and the inlaws… man… she’d always say how much pain she had… but i never really understood… until i got a small taste of it.. and it really hurt… but she had to go through it prolly more than i ever will… she’s strong for goin through all that… i’ve developed a greater appreciation for her now after experiencing some of that…

why you gotta hate?  it’s just hurtin you (yes, you.. but you don’t realize) not anyone else… like Tupac says… they get jealous when the see you with your mobile phone… this is a global economy… the world is flat now… the more you stay narrow.. and hidin’ under the familiar… the more you’re losin’ out… you gotta be a lil bit more open minded… otherwise you’ll be way behind… almost livin’ a backward lifestyle…

anyway.. after i figure out the lie… i remember my mom… and when stuff like that happened she would say in a bad English accent… Lets make our OWN fun!… and so that’s exactly what i did… had me my own fun…

i went to the fancy shmancy place… and there was a party.. i think a wedding maybe… i was dressed pretty nice… so i just walked right in… the first table i saw, filled with a bunch of ladies in colorful dresses, i sat down… then i noticed a buffet… so i just got the food… and man it was good food… shrimp, fish, chicken… it was fun… nice way to end my semester… then i had ice cream n this peach dessert with nuts…  then the DJ played one of my favorites of all time… Reggaeton - it was fun…

later my classmates came by… so i spend some time with them… and guess who i meet… i meet riz… and he introduces me to his sister… and this is where i find out that their grandfather is one of the top religious clerics in Indonesia… can you believe that?!  It’s amazing… here is this guy… who seemed simple, working at the restaurant near school… they are half Indonesian and half British.. and it turns out they’re practically from a royal or honorable family… it was interesting… i asked his sister how it happened that her father and mother got married…. and she was tellin the story… it was pretty romantic and sweet…

they happened to both work in the same building (dont know if it was in indonesia or the uk)… and she caught his eye… and (come to think of it - it was indonesia).. he started likin her… and you know how muslims are.. they can’t really date as people of other cultures practice… because that’s just how it is… so he asked her if she can give him lessons on improving his indonesian speaking skills… and of course there was a chaperon this whole time.. and once a week or something she would give him lessons…  

over time, you know how it goes… they fell in love… but he wasn’t muslim… i guess he was wondering how he can marry her… he talked to her father….. the only way is if he became muslim… and so he did, learned the Quran, etc etc… and they got married… i dont know if her family objected initially… cuz if it were my parents they’d be doubtful of someone just changing their religion to get married… and my parents want me to find a brown guy… typical… i’m the oldest so i have to set ‘a good example’ and listen to my parents… otherwise i’ll be blamed later if things get messed up…

Imagine… if i never got to know these people… i’ll never know the gems they carry… on the outside they look simple… but you don’t know how they can be helpful at a later time and you never know what you can learn…

moral of the story: don’t overlook anything… be open-minded… you’ll never know the secrets you’ll find and how much you’ll gain…