Yes, you guessed it. I meant OMG. But I kind of lost it after viewing this:
All right, I'm off to Mountain View, CA.*
*Plan to, at least.
Tuesday, 29 December 2009
Friday, 11 December 2009
Bariiiiiiiiiiiish. Yaaaaay!
So, it finally rained here in the desert. I've been waiting for it since three quarters of a year. A long, agonizing wait because I loveeeeee rain. I want it to rain every day. Well, not every, but every other day. Really.
When my dad looked out of the window this morning, he exclaimed, 'Barish!'. I jumped off my seat and went to witness the beautiful, beautiful weather. It was such a serene, peaceful scene. The blue, tinged with gray sky, the trees swaying to the wind, people holding umbrellas... Aah, it was a scene too awesome for words. =D
We went down to enjoy the lovely weather. I came without a jacket and without clipping my hair; I thought the wind would not be very strong and there would be no need for the aforementioned. Oh, how wrong I was. Within minutes I realised my mistake. Wearing a thin, casual t-shirt was not the perfect outfit to wear in that weather, as you have correctly guessed. Oh, and my hair which was before neatly parted before now looked as if I it had never been brushed before. -_-.
My mum came with a bowl full of dry fruit.*slurp, slurp*. Mum and dad feasted on that, and my brother and I played catch. What fun it was! Daddy even joined for few minutes, which doubled the fun. =)
On a slightly darker note, the fun didn't last long. I lost my bro's new ball. And my brother being my brother, he wreaked havoc in the bushes, at home, and did a great deal of shouting at me. That spoilt the fun considerably. Oh well, I have learnt to tolerate these minor glitches. (=
All in all, the day was an awesome one. One reason:
When my dad looked out of the window this morning, he exclaimed, 'Barish!'. I jumped off my seat and went to witness the beautiful, beautiful weather. It was such a serene, peaceful scene. The blue, tinged with gray sky, the trees swaying to the wind, people holding umbrellas... Aah, it was a scene too awesome for words. =D
We went down to enjoy the lovely weather. I came without a jacket and without clipping my hair; I thought the wind would not be very strong and there would be no need for the aforementioned. Oh, how wrong I was. Within minutes I realised my mistake. Wearing a thin, casual t-shirt was not the perfect outfit to wear in that weather, as you have correctly guessed. Oh, and my hair which was before neatly parted before now looked as if I it had never been brushed before. -_-.
My mum came with a bowl full of dry fruit.*slurp, slurp*. Mum and dad feasted on that, and my brother and I played catch. What fun it was! Daddy even joined for few minutes, which doubled the fun. =)
On a slightly darker note, the fun didn't last long. I lost my bro's new ball. And my brother being my brother, he wreaked havoc in the bushes, at home, and did a great deal of shouting at me. That spoilt the fun considerably. Oh well, I have learnt to tolerate these minor glitches. (=
All in all, the day was an awesome one. One reason:
THE LOVELY WEATHER!!!
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Change of Heart.
Okay, so this post was going to be all about me being ungrateful and whining for no solid reason. As I sat composing it in my head I mentioned all the minuses in my life. But it dawned upon me, quite suddenly, that the pluses greatly, greatly outnumbered the minuses. I thought I really should appreciate the goodness life has to offer.
Most of us forget to show gratitude for simple, yet vital, things like... the five senses, the fact that we are well and alive, have a closet full-to-the-brim of clothes... you get the idea. These are the very things a large population of the world craves, and we take for granted.
I live in a city full of glitz and glamour; sky-high buildings, an intricate road network, very posh cars and villas, an abundance of shopping malls and... what not. Yet, there's a dark side to it. The labour camps, the littered streets in the not-so-developed area of the city, the underpaid workers...
This had me thinking furiously. Yours truly is fortunate enough to live in a very serene, green, and well-established residential area. A question arose in my mind as I meditated, what about those who live in those cramped, dirty, smelly streets? They're our ilk. No different than us.
This made me realize how lucky I was. I have, thankfully, health (which is wealth), a comfortable living space, my loved ones close to me, and so, so much more I should be grateful for. Now this was a good enough reason to stop yearning for more, and start being thankful for what I already possess. Now I'll try my level best not to whine and moan, but to be quiet and be contented with what I have. =)
Most of us forget to show gratitude for simple, yet vital, things like... the five senses, the fact that we are well and alive, have a closet full-to-the-brim of clothes... you get the idea. These are the very things a large population of the world craves, and we take for granted.
I live in a city full of glitz and glamour; sky-high buildings, an intricate road network, very posh cars and villas, an abundance of shopping malls and... what not. Yet, there's a dark side to it. The labour camps, the littered streets in the not-so-developed area of the city, the underpaid workers...
This had me thinking furiously. Yours truly is fortunate enough to live in a very serene, green, and well-established residential area. A question arose in my mind as I meditated, what about those who live in those cramped, dirty, smelly streets? They're our ilk. No different than us.
This made me realize how lucky I was. I have, thankfully, health (which is wealth), a comfortable living space, my loved ones close to me, and so, so much more I should be grateful for. Now this was a good enough reason to stop yearning for more, and start being thankful for what I already possess. Now I'll try my level best not to whine and moan, but to be quiet and be contented with what I have. =)
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Oh, and...
NEW FOLLOWER! :D:D:D
Thank you, divinetruth. =)
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Oh, NO! =(
I so, so wish life would give us the option of Ctrl + Z.
It could prove to be so very handy at times.
God. I wish I could press Ctrl + Z and undo what I did a while ago.
It's not my fault, though. I repeat, not at all my fault.
Still, I wish I could undo, undo, undo it!
=(
It could prove to be so very handy at times.
God. I wish I could press Ctrl + Z and undo what I did a while ago.
It's not my fault, though. I repeat, not at all my fault.
Still, I wish I could undo, undo, undo it!
=(
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Just Good Friends?
Dearest M,
For years on end we have been friends. I love you more than any friend I made in my entire short life. I will never forget the time I spent with you. Never. Never. Never. The constant bickering, the quarrels over petty things, the (rarely) teary reunions, the backbiting, you asking me to let you read my creative writings, me asking you to please, please drop you home, discussing you-know-who, and the fights over badminton... I could go on forever. There were moments in class when suddenly, completely spontaneously, you and I, at exactly the same moment, would look up in each others' eyes and smile. GOD. I, and I'm sure neither can you, explain those moments. They were so... natural! Sometimes, the reason for this would be someone who used poor grammar, or something we had mentioned earlier, and sometimes it would be... ainwaen. Hai. I miss that time so much.
Then why, why, have you become so distant? Maybe it's just me, or the lack of chances I have had to talk to you. I think you don't remember me. =(.
I know you say you miss me, you love me just as much as I love you.... but please, don't do what you did that day. Yeah, the day when your computer had started to malfunction. =|
My moving to another place should NOT, NOT, NOT become a hurdle in our friendship, okay?
In short, we are not just good friends, we are much more than just good friends, okay?
I'll make sure you read this. =)
Love,
A.
For years on end we have been friends. I love you more than any friend I made in my entire short life. I will never forget the time I spent with you. Never. Never. Never. The constant bickering, the quarrels over petty things, the (rarely) teary reunions, the backbiting, you asking me to let you read my creative writings, me asking you to please, please drop you home, discussing you-know-who, and the fights over badminton... I could go on forever. There were moments in class when suddenly, completely spontaneously, you and I, at exactly the same moment, would look up in each others' eyes and smile. GOD. I, and I'm sure neither can you, explain those moments. They were so... natural! Sometimes, the reason for this would be someone who used poor grammar, or something we had mentioned earlier, and sometimes it would be... ainwaen. Hai. I miss that time so much.
Then why, why, have you become so distant? Maybe it's just me, or the lack of chances I have had to talk to you. I think you don't remember me. =(.
I know you say you miss me, you love me just as much as I love you.... but please, don't do what you did that day. Yeah, the day when your computer had started to malfunction. =|
My moving to another place should NOT, NOT, NOT become a hurdle in our friendship, okay?
In short, we are not just good friends, we are much more than just good friends, okay?
I'll make sure you read this. =)
Love,
A.
Saturday, 21 November 2009
I Wish, I Wish...
I wish I could blog early and blog often. I keep composing posts, only to delete them as soon as I near the ending, all because of my sudden mood swings. *Sighs*. I wish this wouldn't happen. =(
I wish I was with my friends, my family, the ones I miss SO much. Uncertainty is in the air in our beloved homeland. You have a constant fear of going to a place you'd never return from. This makes me worried sick. Still, the urge to visit the Land of Pure is welling up, more by the day, inside me. I miss home.
I wish my dearest friend would be so kind as to drop me an email telling me she's okay, she hasn't forgotten me, she... misses me. Oh well, I guess she's too busy to give a damn.
I wish I could have control over my pointless outbursts of anger, which I wistfully regret later. I wish I was not so short-tempered and had more patience. Duh.
I wish something really exciting would happen to me. You know, some big, completely unexpected surprise. 'Really excited', as I perceive the term, and my perception is quite different. Spotting someone I know on the way to, say, the mall, or just anywhere. Opening my inbox and finding a message from that special friend of mine, my dad taking us to a camping trip in the desert, or giving me permission to start piano classes. Haha, this is what 'really exciting' means to me. I know I'm very weird, and delusional, and blah blah. Whatever.
I wish I could... write. I wish I could pen a bestseller, something that has an impact on people. Ahhh...
I wish I was with my friends, my family, the ones I miss SO much. Uncertainty is in the air in our beloved homeland. You have a constant fear of going to a place you'd never return from. This makes me worried sick. Still, the urge to visit the Land of Pure is welling up, more by the day, inside me. I miss home.
I wish my dearest friend would be so kind as to drop me an email telling me she's okay, she hasn't forgotten me, she... misses me. Oh well, I guess she's too busy to give a damn.
I wish I could have control over my pointless outbursts of anger, which I wistfully regret later. I wish I was not so short-tempered and had more patience. Duh.
I wish something really exciting would happen to me. You know, some big, completely unexpected surprise. 'Really excited', as I perceive the term, and my perception is quite different. Spotting someone I know on the way to, say, the mall, or just anywhere. Opening my inbox and finding a message from that special friend of mine, my dad taking us to a camping trip in the desert, or giving me permission to start piano classes. Haha, this is what 'really exciting' means to me. I know I'm very weird, and delusional, and blah blah. Whatever.
I wish I could... write. I wish I could pen a bestseller, something that has an impact on people. Ahhh...
Someone, please, jolt me out of my reverie. =|
Despite trying very hard to be precise, I end up far from precise. I need to work on it.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
First ever post, thanks to Maryam Reza
786
Here it is.My very OWN blog.
I am SO happy. Have one follower, and maybe will continue to have one for, say, five-six months.
Still, something is better than nothing. =D
I can't think of writing anything else. Maybe I'll come up with a fuller post in the near future. I really hope I do, because I act as a very effective repellent for ideas when I need to write something.
And, very ispashul thanks to Maryam Reza, without whose help I could not bring myself to actually create a blog. THANK YOU=)
So, that's about it... can't think of anything else.
OMAIGAWD, I'm blogging. =D
