Monday, December 25, 2006

cuddles in the kitchen

Its true when they say that 'you know when someone loves you because they say your name in a certain way'.I never noticed it before,but now that I do,it makes me smile.I have come to realize that a story becomes too boring when you insert the word 'I' into it.And I've also realized,that I myself do it far too much.Makes me feel like I know something when I really dont.Its so much easier when things remain a mystery and only the person who writes it actually knows whats going on.Its like a big,blatant,well-hidden secret.

A glass of milk does not satisfy her hungry stomach,but she keeps on scrubbing the bathroom floor in silent protest.Its not because she was asked to.She doesn't even have to.Its because she wants to.She asked for a life where she would feel no pain even after standing for nine hours straight.Where she'd eat a larger-than-life borrowed marshmallo standing in an empty 0 degrees parking lot with only a single jacket on,wondering where her car was.And she waited for the silent snow to fall behind her,so when she turned around,it was a winter wonderland.Where everything is white and pristine like mental instituitions.She notices the slight spray of freckles on Kim's milk coffee skin and thinks 'Wow,she's so unique'.She laughs at Stephanie's innate sense of subtle humour.She watches everyone following her and thinks 'But who am I following?'A single txt msg is recieved late after all is done and tucked away.It makes her feel glad.Glad to be alive.Glad for all the things she does and doesnt have.Happy glad.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

moon child

someday I will get in trouble for being the person I am.Snooty,authoritative,conceited.How I lie,cheat and steal just like everyone else.How I wish at least once a day for something bad to happen to someone I may not even know.How there is always the thought of 'me' in every sentence.And that is the day my self-proclaimed 'goddess' title will be taken away from me.That is the day I will think 'well.had to happen someday'.And be sad.

Iron and wine is god.Absolutely amazing.His every single song makes me think about different things,stories settling around lovers,youth,nature,lost families.They make you think about distress and despair,and how if you actually think about it,they're beautiful feelings.Only he can make them beautiful.'One of us will die inside these arms'.

This infant got super close to his mom today.Rubbing his nose into her sleeve.Zach Braff from Garden State came to mind.'This is true love'.Maybe it is the truest form of love,a mother and her child.No matter if you're telling her to fuck off,like Alyssa,or thinking about her sitting in the next room,like Rasti.Or simply thinking about what you're life's gonna be like if she died,like me and Ahmar.

I should've had clementines instead of eggs for dinner.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

pretty lady

the wind howls as i trudge across the barren land like a defeated soldier returning home.a rusty leaf flies over my head and drops neatly a little in front of laptop in my victoria's secret bag scrapes harshly against my thigh and i feel like i'm lifting the weight of the world.i dump everything on the sofa,put my red jacket on my already mis-matched outfit and walk out.its too beautiful a grey day to sit gloves,no socks,no protection whatsoever.its just me,and the grey wind,face to face,hand in hand.

i ran down the field against the wind and it made me fly faster and faster and faster.i felt like you were running after me.running with the back of it all,to the woods where the dirty creek hides.we'll sit on the torn down tree,the water coming from under our feet and we'll take in the grey skies.the angry roar of the naked swaying trees.

becoming accustomed to the sound of the ticking clock and the sight of looking at the world through blinds wasn't hard to adjust wasnt hard to settle comfortably into beady jewellery,silky tops and volumising mascara.i guess its been easier on me more than i thought it would.i was prepared for the worst possible stuff.being alone,stuck in traffic,driving in the dark,being singled out,everything.and even though more or less a lot of the above has happened to me,it hasnt been torturous.i have a feeling its going to get worse though,which is why i carry my patience in my dad calls it a gypsy bag,and i dont mind.i dont mind at all.

quiz galaxy

Zahra --
A master of storytelling
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Zahra Haider --
Smelling like turnips at all times
Usman --
Pretentiously academian
Usman Khalid Kashmiri --
Having the texture of congealed cheese
mohamed --
A lewd street performer
Zainab --
A poltergeist sent back in time to change the course of history forever
Zainab Chughtai --
Smells like teen spirit
Farooq --
A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision
Farooq Haider --
Full of bees
Saleha Riaz --
A person of questionable sanity who starts their own cult
Complan --
Like in nature to a kangaroo
Saif --
Like in nature to a banana peel
Saphiya --
A person who is constantly high
Arooj --
A person who falls into an outhouse and dies
Natasha --
A person who falls into an outhouse and dies
Bia --
Extremely extreme!
Mehar --
Similar to butter in texture and appearance
Shibli --
Fuzzy to the touch
ShahBano --
Benevolent to a fault