Do you want to feel like drowning? then go jogging and breathe hard in out in out iieenn ooouutt into the breeze. When you try to breathe in the breeze will push air down your throat and keep pushing and piling air up in your mouth and you can barely stop inhaling then you can hardly exhale at all because you can't blow the breeze the other way round, not even just in front of your mouth.

Do you know that I keep wanting to write a short story, but I can't imagine any story up. I have totally no idea. But I can day dream. I get more than enough of that.                I have a jet-pack on my back and goggles over my eyes and that's all and I've spread my arms like a bird - who's not flapping because he doesn't need to - and i'm all on my own in the quiet sky. There are sand dunes under me and lines of trees between them. Eyes shift focus. From a point in imaginary space to another.         I've invented a new kind of road which is entirely electromagnetic and the cars are actually like the bumper cars in theme parks. If you bump you'll just slide around and bump into a lot of other cars but that way no-one will ever get hurt in a car crash inshAllah. It's funny if you imagine someone trying to drive to work and he get's bumped from here, and spun around, and shoved from the back. It's like a wimp walking through a big bunch of bullies.

Do you wanna know what the cat did? Maybe he thought "I wish I could pluck a bird CLEAN, but I can't get a bird so I'll just shred this tissue".

Prior revision

    I wish I could stop school just for two weeks so I can catch up on all the lessons I didn't understand properly and do the homeworks which will also help me understand better inshAllah.

Progress exams are in a week inshAllah and this time I'm aiming to get top inshAllah, so any kind of comment below will be twisted to motivate me, even if it's from a lawyer who's used to playing around with words and doesn't leave any loose words to be spun and rotated the way I want, or from Ibrahim Hani who can find good demoralizing arguments but is sure to leave loop-holes.

I understand that red tea stains my teeth brown but at least it stops me dreaming and brings me back to the book whenever I have a sip. It's a wizard drink when you stir condensed milk into it.

My friend Firas told me something funny the other day. Women mostly cover themselves fully down here, so it can be a bit confusing when you're trying to look for your mum coming out the masjid or in an ice-skating ring. He was shopping with his mum and went off a while then came up to her and put his arm through hers and his head on her shoulder; in the affectionate way of a big boy who wants to feel like a kid again or who wants new clothes.

The Lady stared at him. He could feel it. Sudden embarrassment like this usually flashes on like an old TV monitor when you turn it on and it buzzes illegible black and white. Too bad Firas.