You take all you can...

And give nothing back...

6.9 Earthquake in South Asia!

~Faty

Oh and guys, there has been a 6.9 earthquake that started from India and travelled all the way to the lands of Bangladesh!


When I first felt my couch shake, I thought it was a Jinn jumping on it or something... =.= I called my brothers and they were like no, the earth IS shaking! My mom got up with a jolt. The thing lasted for 2-3 minutes, and it was VERY tangible. I was wondering whether it was developing, so I hid under the table with my laptop and my phone. Fortunately, it eventually stopped.


No, we weren't scared, just amused =P (Maybe it's because we're Romans... Earthquakes are common.)


This has been the largest earthquake in 8 years in Bangladesh. Some people died in India, and there wear small damages in Bangladesh such as broken walls and glasses. Some people jumped from the windows in fear - which sounds really retarded. But it just demonstrates that Bangladesh doesn't have training in this department. =/ I wonder if they ever even had earthquake/fire drills!


Prolly not =.=


Anywho, the earthquake also hit Nepal and China - 30 people died til now. And oh I dunno, read the news.

My point is, as suddenly awesome as it was for me, it was pretty serious =/ Since all the latest natural calamities in Haiti, Pakistan, China, and most of all Japan, I've been wondering if anything is ever going to happen to Bangladesh soon! See, BD is ranked 6th in the world's most risky places.


The origin of the earthquake was in Sikkim, which is not a coastal area at all. So I dismissed the horrendous idea of a second tsunami. Still... who knows!


I prayed right after the shocks.


I mean, it's so scary to hear how much scarier it actually was! And how much scarier it can possibly get... =/ I pray that it won't!


Innanillah and alhamdulillah that it wasn't worse.


And hey, it made me stop writing a stupid boring story, so super alhamdulillah.


OK I'VE FORGOTTEN THE MEANING OF COMICAL-


BEEP BEEP BEEP

Honeybees

~Faty

And then instead of a love story, I wrote a poem.

First draft:

Final:

Honeybees

There’s a blank page in my sketchbook

And I will fill it up

With minute, lead-flavored handwriting,

Because I can’t write enough

About the fireworks in my brain,

The thunderstorms in my soul,

And underwater volcanoes

Erupting in my heart.

I am yearning to feel your feverish heat

And your tiny, shiny eyes

Reflect their love on mine.

Darling, your scented voice

Is attracting the bees;

Don't let them steal my honey.

I will not file a lawsuit

While I myself can take care of these.

I’m thinking of the blood

I want on my hands

From killing you mother, your father, your friends.

Let’s have a funeral

For the supplemental population;

Who needs them when

You have me

And my unending adoration?

The rain is a pathway into the humid summer,

Or the Mediterranean winter,

Leading to a world where grows only love.

Let’s capture and cultivate

That feeling that stalks us

When we meet by the waters.

People frown, but I don’t bother,

And we just laugh.

I've had nightmares where you cry your heart out,

Alone, in an empty row house,

In the third darkness of the night.

You take refuge behind the love seat

Where we used to lay, in secrecy and peace.

I swear my cell phone is a drug dealer

With whom I exchange stolen credit

For your words, my pleasurable pills.

Although, reanalyzing these frightful syndromes,

I can find cure

In breaking my phone into pieces.

The distractions, I would then

Pick up and trade

For a dose of real, live, and rare kisses

And a painkiller embrace

Only you can create.

My father, a businessman, once said:

“Dear, I know nothing of business.”

It reminds me of how our love

Is like Mr. Lockwood’s bankrupt sardines;

While adding a zero

To the ‘10% off’ sign on my heat,

I ignore the bigger steaks outside

That are falling from above.

When you lingered over me,

Darling, you made my larynx lethargic.

One step closer and you would have heard

My body explode

As hot blood would have rushed out of my bones.

By now, you must know you got me;

Why else would I grab a knife?

It’s to stab that other girl that you might like!

I have had to endure despicable thoughts.

You thought: “How desperate a soul is hers,

She will haunt me for a long.”

You should have killed me

While you had it all.

Because now I’m killing everyone

In the pain of my own pleasures

That still make me fall.

It is indeed a feeling of liberation and glee

To taste the iron in my tears,

Feel the low pressure in my lungs,

Smear my fingertips with the graphite of my musings,

Taste the cappuccino in my tongue,

And dress up just the way you liked me to be.

And when I make the children smile

I see you smiling at me.

For years I have made myself  promise;

I will call my first son ‘Jonah’.

When we danced on the musk-filled rooftop,

Remember backing me up against a tree?

With a hint of madness in my breath

I asked you to apologize – to me –

Like Jonah, under the three depths

Of the dark sea.

‘Repent and sin no more!’

Says the painting on my wall.

You have always been stronger,

You face the world as you think you ought to be,

Face the fondness of the old and,

Quite comically, the giddy honeybees.

But darling, now is the moment –

Now, I need you to face me.

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P.S. Post continued on the next entry! READ.

Earhtquake

There was 6.2 earthquake all over Bangladesh and (I dunno if all over) India. I was about to write a romantic love story but ya'll got saved from reading that crap.


ALHAMDULILLAH.


-Faty

An old idea

~Faty

I feel like writing... just writing. I wanted to write about something some time ago, for some sort of competition, but I pulled out.


I'm known for pulling out of many things (ahem, nothing dirty, I wouldn't pull out of that).


Anywho, for a desperate try at retrieving my old self, to renew my new self, to bla bla bla let's get on with it.

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What a person is and how he or she became such a person are not questions that can be answered in a few, simple words. I am estimating that approximately 9,320,493,483,742,309,482,387,233,429,348,329,843,294,832.5 words are needed to give only one twelvth of the full answer. That's right, I did all the calculations.

Actually no, I dropped mathematics the instant I was done with the 11th grade.


Another thing I dropped not so instantaneously after the 11th grade is my hatred for the world.


What, you were thinking I was about to say innocence? A positive feeling? Virginity even? To my own surprise...


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YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST FELT A 6.2 EARTHQUAKE. I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE.


D:

Because It's Haram 2!

Just in case you haven't seen it yet...

 

More videos coming next, if only i remember to upload them...chosamnida...

ISHPAIDAR KISH FOR YOUUU

Holla from Rome

Hi, this is Faty AND Faria. We haven't been blogging much, 1) because we've been having technical problems, and 2) we're busy doing other stuff such as.... cooking... eating... praying... sleeping... whatever.

BUT- we've been taking loads of videos to make up for the lack of words! Here they are.

NOTE: You HAVE to watch "Because It's Haram"!

Jum'a in Rome - Part 2





Jum'a in Rome - Part 3





"Katy" Paradise





"Katy" Paradise 2





Because It's Haram 1 - Muslim Girls Kissing

Spiderkisses <3

New Videos to Come!

Yeah baby!

So we've just finished filming 2 episodes of our new series which i will not name right now! I don't want to ruin the surprise! It's pretty awesome, funny, and educational! We're gonna upload after Faty's done editing it, after she downloads an editing programmer which is after she fixes her computer obviously...yeah, so basically, it might take a while 'till you get to see 'em...boo...

But no worries, 'cause the video's gonna be worth the waiting! MWAHAHAHAAAH!

Me excited, We so excited.

It's been a while since we've blogged, that's because the internet here is not so nice...it's mean! It sucks. BIG. Time.

I am also uploading a new vid! It's kinda boring i guess, unless you love cats, like we do! Well, you don't have to love them.

Oh yeah, by the way, it's Fary here! Faty's sleeping.

Lotifatishka!

Here!

I came on Sunday, and Faria came on Thursday. Today is Thursday, Faria's birthday.

Faria on the right side, Fatima on the left side, so many dresses; which ones shall we wear? It's Thursday, Thursday, it's Faria's birthday! Gotta go buy a bowl that Faria wanted. Thursday, Thursday, gotta get down on FARIA'S BIRTHDAY! We don't really need a weekend. Partyin', partyin', yeah. Then fasting and prayin', yeah! Fun fun fun fun, looking forward to Ramadan.

I came on Sunday, Faria came on Tuesday, we-we-we so excited, we gonna have a parteh.

Today is Thursday, and Friday comes after------wards! I don't want this vacation to end!

ALTHOUGH i REALLY WANT TO STOP SINGING THIS STUPID SONG.

That's right.

~Faty

P.S. Noman on the left side, Faty on the right side... Faria and Sam are in the middle! Ok NOW I'm done.

4 MORE DAYS! XD

 So, as the title says, 4 MORE DAYS! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And if you don't know what i'm talking about: I'm gonna go to Italy~ 
:D
I'm so excited! We're so excited! Faty will go as well :D


And now i warn you: SpiderKiss's YouTube Channel and this Blog will become piled up with videos for everyone to enjoy! :D


And for now, i shall leave in a glorious mood. I am especially happy as today was the last day of school~
Lemme leave with a retarded smile on my face while dancing like a turtle with a lion skin shell-warmer.


Lotifatishka ;D.

At a conference, Stephanie Meyer said: “The God of Writing sent me to earth to show people how to write.” When J.K Rowling heard, she looked at the ground, puzzled, and then said, “I didn’t send anyone.

(P.S. It's a fan-made joke, regardless of how true the substance is!)

(P.P.S. Emma looks like Faria when she makes that surprised face!)

~Faty


(Source)

Pissed like ice cream on fish jerky

Don't you just hate exams? They just make you hate knowledge. UGH.

Goddamn Asian Psychology

Oi, my name is Fatima Abdul. Yes, I know, weird name.

This is a blog that is seldom read, really. Yet I like writing here, it feels good to be able to release my feelings SOMEWHERE. I don't give a shit whether you read this or not; I've learnt that nobody in this world is 100% kind.


I was the kind of person who was successful. Greedy, bitchy, full of pride, a social suicide to be with... but I was successful. Ridden by feelings of jealousy, obsession, and hunger for more, I kept on succeeding. But don't get me wrong - I treasured my family and friends more than anything. I was, still am, probably the most forgiving person ever. That I guess was the main reason why I was successful. Because I knew all the people I loved (and disliked, too) had great expectations of me.


However, after moving to Bangladesh, I lost all that. I met the fakest people on the face of this earth. (And fakest is not even a word!) I was deprived of opportunities, and all the things that I used to need. I became useless, selfless, lifeless.


Don't get me wrong. I don't hate this country, or the people in it. But imagine this: you spent your entire life living in a certain way, and dreaming to do certain things, and working hard to obtain them; then suddenly you go someplace else, which is totally different, which breaks you in such a way that feels irreparable. I dunno how many more people ever felt this way.


You might think I'm exaggerating, maybe I am. But look at it like this; the best and most things and decisions in life come when you're an adolescent. That's what I am, but unfortunately I just saw worse and worse everyday. I'm just a freakin kid, and I can't believe I feel so damn depressed. My whole psychology is ruined, and I'm blaming myself for not being able to adapt to all these sudden changes. I, who prided myself on being the best... I just fell down and broke.


To all the people who had so many good expectations of me, forget about them. I'm now a careless broken doll who just shut herself away from the world. I just can't take all this anymore. All this recklessness, this mess I'm in that I can't confide in anyone, it destroyed a huge and elemental part of me.


Life will go on, but unfortunately not as I planned. I just can't believe I let myself down like this.


At times, even now, I feel like all I needed was someone to confide in. Unfortunately nobody ever cared enough to fill that void in me. They're too busy with their own lives.


Sometimes I wish I was an average person who lived an average life. Simpleness of mind and action are the best conditions to be in. 


Unfortunately I was born fu**in Asian.


Goddamn Asian psychology.


I might hate it more than I hate Qaddhafi, that asshole.

-Fatima, meaning the one who abstains.

Yet my innocence, you took away.

P.S. I fuckin love my mom. She stopped bitching about me chopping my hair off. At first she shouted at me for it. I loved hearing her shout, makes me feel like she's the only one who cares enough to give me useful criticism. Or maybe I'm just a masochist and I like hearing her reprimand me. But later she told me to sit down and tell me what's wrong. Dear God, I almost love her more than I love you.

As for the rest of you---------

P.P. S. AWESOMEST VIDEO--- EVER!!!

I chopped all my hair off.

That's right. It's all gone.


I hate every single person in this earth. Except mom. Everyone else is phony.






-Fatima, because that's my effin name.

Random Release #4

FaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFaryFary --- Yup! That's me! -- FaryFaryFaryFary

Forward we go!



Pssshh! I'm so much better than him!!!



YAH.



You belong in my mouth!



True true <3



Mwahahaah! NOW how does it feel when I mock YOU? >:)



They always drag you down...



So accurate.


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Ohohohohohoho! I wanna see that happen...

Eradicate This Injustice

Artwork is NOT mine.

I have taken these from Sumayea Binte Sha... something, I don't exactly know what O.o I was told she's not the artist though. Whoever the artist is, you're awesome, man.
Anywho, I have hotlinked them from facebook for technical reasons.


Enjoy.

~Faty