tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81378082286090617212011-05-14T20:19:08.835-07:00Mariam Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065555154026641416noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137808228609061721.post-60158609390589192142011-05-01T13:38:00.000-07:002011-05-01T13:38:12.351-07:00The last three days, I've been spending time with my family. On Friday, I spent it with my dads side, we had a bbq... My cousin was coming back from Kenya, and normally I hate those things, but this is one of my favourite cousins, he's awesome! That was a great get together, we were all there till late, and it just felt good to be in that kind of setting.<br /><br />Saturday was spent with my mums side. There was a birthday for my mums cousins son, he was turning 1. Adorable little boy he is, I just wanted to hug him and not let go!!!!!! That was great fun, my cousin/bestest friend/endgame, Alainah was there too, so it was great to be with her. I didn't know how much I missed her until I saw her then. Alainah and I were hugging, and laughing, and chilling, it was great. Then the brought out the kareoke!!! OMG! It was so funny, but then my mum got up there with my auntys, and mind you that we are Indians (muslims to be precise, dads side from Kenya, mums from Uganda), they were singing all these old indian songs, and I saw how happy my mum was. It was like she was glowing, I didn't know how much she missed them until THAT moment, it was sweet.<br /><br />Sunday was pretty much the same. It was basically the after party *rolls eyes*. But it was nice. There was so much food from yesterday that they did a bbq again, I think of it as more of an excuse to meet up again, but I wasn't complaining...<br /><br />On Saturday morning, my dad told me that he had so much fun on Friday, he said "its those moments that we take for granted, you should never forget them and cherish them always", I was remembering that when I was thinking of what to do for my blog post. And the ideal song came in to my head, "Times Like These" by the Foo Fighters.<br /><br />Trust me, that song fits. Its like the background music you want when you think of really great memories. This song is a present from me to you, although I didn't write it, nor did I sing it, but just think that me introducing it to you is a gift...<br /><br /><br />"....its times like these you learn to live again" <br /><br />Mariam K.<br />xxx<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137808228609061721-6015860939058919214?l=songstosaveyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariam Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065555154026641416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8137808228609061721.post-89477545707714064042011-04-24T09:49:00.000-07:002011-04-24T11:59:08.773-07:00I've tried doing these blog things since, forever really, trying to get in to it, but I guess I've never put much thought in to it then because there was nothing that no one else would understand. Now there IS something no one would understand and I guess I need to talk to someone about it, you know? And I'm certainly not going to talk to any friends or family... or Alainah - my bestestfriend/cousin-more like sister. (I should probably just use a diary).<div><br /></div><div>It doesn't make sense, I can tell, you're all probably like "wtf, why the hell am I reading this piece of shitty writing?", well, I wanna know that answer too, and hey, maybe nobody's even reading this, I may have just spent a good half an hour writing about myself, trying to explain myself and nobody has even bother taking a look. Not surprised really.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway - I woke up today, and I felt angry, with myself. I spent last night till 6AM in the morning today awake, I didn't bother going to bed, I wanted to have an all nighter, and then I was stupid enough to want to just get off the laptop to shut my eyes, for a moments rest, then the next thing I know - its already 1pm, my brother is barging in to bedroom, opening the blinds, opening a window, turning off the fan (it was boiling at night), and grabbed my blanket/duvet/whatever you call it. </div><div><br /></div><div>At least he was loud when he entered my room otherwise he would have seen my pajama top ridden up to my neck, luckily i kept the duvet on top of me whilst trying to get my top down. I guess that was the start of my bad day, that stupid bastard coming in my room.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then from there, I acted like a moody brat, staying in my room, being anti-sociable... I was never bitchy to my parents, I would never ever do that! My parents are the people I respect the most in the world, after all they've been through. But thats a story for another blog post. </div><div><br /></div><div>This made me understand that I needed to listen to music, baaaaaaad. I have a playlist which is filled with songs that aren't from my generation, or songs that aren't on the radio (KISS FM, specifically). Those songs, are the songs that help me through my bad days, and lift my spirits on a good day. I put that playlist on shuffle and the first song that came on, was Nada Surf's "Always Love". </div><div><br /></div><div>Listen to the song, please, because that helped made me understand that being hateful isn't the best thing to do. I was so much calmer after that - what? - 3mins and 19secs song...</div><div><br /></div><div>Listen. I'll be back again, and if nobody's bother writing a comment or even looked at it, I'll be back, maybe sooner that you think. </div><div><br /></div><div>So here I am, going to post songs that can/will/might save your life, or your day at least ;) x</div><div><br /></div><div>M.Khan x</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8137808228609061721-8947754570771406404?l=songstosaveyourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mariam Khanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14065555154026641416noreply@blogger.com0