Beauty?!

Yesterday being an off for dad too, we all decided to go to Global Village, just for the heck of it. Now it’s far away from the city, so it gets really cold there. And, all you want to do is eat. While sitting in some restaurant there waiting for Dad to get Shawarmas for us, I had the opportunity to look around.

There were so many young girls there, all of them dressed to the hilt, perfect make up, skin tight clothes. Such tight clothes that I wonder how they breathe in them. Oh, I’m all for looking good, but come on, their clothes hardly left anything to the imagination! And if I’m saying that imagine what the guys must be doing. They must be having a field day.

For one second, I felt a twinge of insecurity, they all looked so perfect. Before, I realized they also looked so fake, so artificial and so predictable.

And then there were these guys, walking around with too many buttons of their shirt unbuttoned. Hey, I’m not interested in knowing if you have chest hair or not, or how unruly it is for that matter. They were walking around flashing, what they thought, was their winning smile, to every girl in sight, except that to me it looked more like an evil leer.

Not one guy there looked slightly appealing. They all looked so clone like, walking around with their really low jeans. And again they looked so fake, so artificial and so predictable.

I wonder where this world is going? There’s hardly any true beauty left. And, I don’t mean just physically here.

Star light, Star Bright, First Star I see tonight

I wish I may,
I wish I might,
Have this wish
I wish tonight.

Okay, so all of you reading this should wish that I have my wish, cause if all of you wish that I have my wish, I’m more likely to have my wish. So go wish that I have my wish!

Tom and Jerry

When the Karate guard, standing behind Tom, hits Tom on the head with that hammer, you know that big bump he's going to get on his head? I have one just like that. And at the moment I feel extremely sorry for Tom. 

Snow in RAK

Source: Gulf News

It snowed in Ras Al Khaimah over the weekend. WOW! It snowed here in the UAE. I'm loving the pictures. They look so beautiful. 

I wanna go to RAK. 

It feels great to be loved!

I walk into work in the morning and give every maid a BIG, HUGE, HUMUNGOUS smile. Well I give everyone a smile, but I especially give them smiles. Now, I wasn’t doing it so that they like me or something I just have a habit of smiling at the cleaners, the maids more than at other people. Its kind of subconscious. They need it more than other people. So, anyways back to what I was saying. Well, I just learnt that they quite like me. And that feels so good. I was standing there deep in thought about something and one of them, A, comes up to me and asks me if I’m alright. And that brought a big smile on my face. It feels great to be loved, doesn’t it?

On another note, I STILL have like loads of flash cards to finish! Urgh! I’m kind of getting sick of them now. There are still at least that many more to make.


And do any of you have any recommendations on a good mobile for my sis, I’m supposed to research BUT I’m soo not in the mood. Well, she likes Sony Ericsson but lately reviews haven’t been all that good for SE. So Nokia maybe, I thought N85, N95 or that 5800 touch screen one. iPhone would be JUST awesome, but buying a factory unlocked version is too damn expensive. Any suggestions?

Aaand dA is unblocked!

Can't I just exist?

Sscrets unfold

Do you remember

Do you remember,
The way we lay
In each other’s arms,
Listening to the thunder
Within our hearts,
Watching the stars fade
To dawn,
And reveling in the beauty
Of the sunrise.

Look at us now,
And how we dance
Through the night,
Clinging to every hope
And Ray of light,
Restless for the night
To pass,
And the dawn
To arrive yet again.

-SIRAS

Comments, critique appreciated. I'm sure it needs tweaking I've just written it this second.

Kash main tere haseen hath ka kangan hota

'Weird' Tag

I have been tagged by Ubeee, it’s kinda similar to this tag, but I have nothing better to do (except maybe posting my poem, finishing my flash cards and researching for a cool mobile for my sis )

Rules : The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names.)

1. If I’m looking at my reflection in the mirror and someone sees me doing so, I start making funny faces at them through the mirror.
2. I find thunderstorms extremely romantic.
3. If I’m upset I’ll be playing with my hair, smoothing them against my cheek, even smelling them
4. I call my favourite people fatty, even if they are skeletons.
5. I don’t know how to whistle.
6. I doodle and I hum at about all times- I don’t even realise I’m doing it most times.

I tag: Absar, Ash, Dinky Mind, Lunatic, Nikki, Seher. I'm not tagging SAWJ and Asma cause they won't do it, and hfm has already been tagged.

Rant

They’ve blocked deviantART here in the U.A.E., it’s an art site for God’s sake. WHY would you block an art site? Come on, the perverts who visit the site for perverted reasons are anyways going to go on with their business, one way or the other. It’s normal people who are getting affected. Ugh, they could block certain pages, certain categories. First, they blocked Flickr now deviantART. That too, they block it just when I was getting back into the swing of writing. Where am I going to put my poetry now?? *grumble grumble*

Recession, the damn recession, it’s going to drive me mad. Rents are going up like it’s a joke. Gosh, you can’t even buy rice without thinking anymore. The same groceries now cost about 75% more than they used to.

I’m feeling angry, at whom I don’t know, I’m just feeling angry and I feel like breaking things. It’s good my real friends don’t read my blog, they might get a heart attack reading this.

Gaza

I usually stay away from such posts, not because I don’t care, and not because I don’t know what’s going on, but because it’s usually everywhere- the news, the blogosphere- they’re filled with these topics. But somehow the war in Palestine, feels a lot more personal than everything else.

Last night, I was watching the news and they were talking to the Palestinian people, most of those people couldn’t understand what was going on and why.

The ultimate losers are the civilians- the innocent people, the people who have done NOTHING to be in the midst of all this. But what pushed me to write this, was this two year old Palestinian girl. She hardly knew how to talk yet, just certain words and phrases. Yet, when they asked her, what are you afraid of, she said Israeli planes and the rockets.

I can’t get her face out of my mind and I can’t get her words out of my head. At two years of age she’s afraid of war. This is the age when most kids are afraid of the dark or monsters under their bed. I kept thinking, what sort of childhood is she going to remember, before it struck me that if the war continues at this rate she might not (God forbid) even get a chance to remember her childhood.

I would have put images up, but I can’t bear to see them very single time I open my blog. And, as it is, I’m sure you all get enough of them on the news.

Do what you can for the people in Gaza, give donations, go for rallies, if nothing else- pray. Pray with all your heart. Pray for that little girl. Pray that she gets to see the beauty in life.

Love stories

I don't know why, but reading these always makes me feel so... I don't know - a mixture of smiley and sad.

Inspection

So, I have a healthy foods chart to paint and about 500 flash cards to make. For which I have to cut, colour and paste 500 pictures on different coloured cards, then name those cards and number them alphabetically. Yet, I spent the whole weekend lazing around without doing any of those things. Procrastination is a bad habit.

The next three days we have inspectors coming from the Ministry and for some reason I’m freaked out. Reminds me of the time in school when we used to be inspected by our P.E. teacher for proper uniform- oh how our heartbeats used to quicken. And if you forgot to cut your nails-ouch! Not as if she used to hit us or anything, but the look she used to give, like you were some disgusting little beetle, just because you didn’t cut you nails. And now, it’s mom who stares at my long nails. Some things stay the same, no matter how much time passes.

“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”- Jeremy Irons

The Room

Once I sat in a room,
With glass doors,
On all four sides.

Each door held a beautiful view,
Each door was the key,
To a beautiful dream.

Circumstance locked those doors,
One by one;
Time clouded them.

Soon I realised I had to get out,
And pushed against those doors,
But they turned solid.

Desperate I pushed harder;
As I pushed,
The walls closed in on me.

I had to get out;
The only way was,
The top.

I looked up to see,
The ceiling filling in;
The opening was too small.

Soon I will be crushed,
By the closing walls;
If,
I don’t run out of air first.

-SIRAS

Mr. Teddy

See how cute he is?! I wanted to hug him. He was so soft, and smiley too. And, he even has flowers.

He reminded me of someone, even cuter. I miss you!

You Mr. Teddy, made my day!

Creative zone

I'm in a creative zone these days. I'm thinking I should make all the cards, for all my friends, for the whole year, while it lasts.


I miss my cam, the image quality of this cam is YUKH!

Complicated

Yesterday while browsing through the hypermarket, I saw an old friend of mine, well not exactly a friend-more of an aquaintance, someone I haven’t seen in at least five years. And what do I do? I turn around and walk out of there as fast as I can, hoping she wouldn’t see me before I could escape. I didn’t want to talk to her and exchange niceties like, what’s happening in your life, so what are you doing nowadays, blah blah.

And later I kept thinking, what’s happened to me?

Everything seems so complicated now. Nothing’s simple any more. Ugh.

*sigh*

I never knew it was possible to feel this desperate.

Now that you're gone

Now that you’re gone,
Life is like a barren piece of land,
Unkempt and unattended for,
Overgrown with tall grass,
Which holds neither beauty nor meaning.

Now that you’re gone,
Happiness is like an empty feeling of elation,
Unwanted and uncared for,
Coupled with hollow laughter,
Which brings neither joy nor relief.

Now that you’re gone,
Sorrow is like a vast dark cloud,
Hovering and hanging over,
Coupled with racking sobs,
Which attend to neither grief nor do they relieve.

Now that you’re gone,
Hopes and dreams are like distant objects,
No longer remembered and wished for,
Covered with a heavy cloth,
Neither to be lifted nor moved again.
-SIRAS
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This is the poem I was talking about, everyone’s expecting something and I feel like I’m under harsh fluorescent light, but I did say I’d put it up, so here it is.

For some reason I can still vividly recall writing this poem, I remember the spot I was sitting in, the pen I used, the clothes I was wearing, I remember every detail. Wrote this way back in December 2004, had I written the same thing now, it would have been different, but I’m not editing it, because this is about then.

Resolutions

I don’t make New Year resolutions, because you don’t need a new year to start doing something. And as it is, a new year never seems like a big deal to me. There’s no real demarcation, your life remains the same, doesn’t it? But I do have a resolution this time around, that is to take care of myself. I need to move myself up from the bottom of my list. As silly as that sounds, I always tend to forget myself taking care of everyone else. So I need to move myself up, somewhere in the top 5, or at least top 10. And I need to stop thinking so much, the root cause of nearly all my problems. That's two resolutions. I hope I'm successful!

What resolutions do you have?