I'll tell you the story of my beloved mother. A 37 years of age fine woman. She was and still is the most beautiful amongst her sisters and friends. She was born in December. To become so fine, she had a very loving father.
He gave her everything he had and to be more accurate he was her everything. No one could ever love her the way he did. As for me i'm really trying to follow his lead.
Not only that, his love, her passion how they loved each other created an unbelievable bond no one could really understand. Who do i love more? I really am confused! I can't actually love one more than the other.
To think about it reasonably, the father was the reason the daughter raised and the daughter is the proof of the father's existence. Once, i was sitting with her talking to her about him.
Do you know what she told me?
"It's not about how i've grown, what i've become or even who i am" she paused, sighed and then said "It's merely for the pride that fills my lungs to the veins when someone mentions his name (Zayed)" said the United Arab Emirates.
14 July 2009
10 May 2009
Who I am & What I Do... <-- (3 dots)
If you're the one who reads what i write, i'm the one who listens to what you might say. I could sense your worries and read between the lines as well. I used to be the devil in car, but now i'm just a writer!
Mark my words as i will never take back what i said once or even twice. Here i am sitting alone, watching the walls with great caution. I can't remember how many times i've blinked today. I will count tomorrow.
The cold air was the background music as i'm so not in the mood for writing. So hungry and trying to bribe my eyes not to fall asleep. No one was there except for me. Turning to my left to stare at whiteness. Without realizing that i should be careful how i move my arms, i hit the bottle. And it fell down.
I leaned to grab it and place it back to where it was. Gazed at the sweat drops that covered the little bottle. Usually the drops would float on the surface of the water. However, this bottle had its perspiration of drops beneath the surface! I scared the little one!
The bottle name was Masafi. It was 500 mls old it can't grow though. It was to be reborn if they wanted the little bottle to grow. In other words, recycled. I wanted to be friendly and start a topic.
The bottle however, will just keep the only one eye it has looking at the ceiling and will never blink to make an eye contact with me. I wanted to smirk the fact that it always stands and never sits, but changed my mind because that would be mean.
I have noticed that i talk about things more than people! Check my previous entries and debate with me. For my army will be gathered before you know and the sun will pause its rising just to make me win the battle of losers!
For the worst of the good is another loser living the era of no time. Trying so hard to be what they can't become to prove the fact of nothingness, just like what i'm doing right now.
Lying to the lines talking to me every day. Believing that i will be okay tomorrow. Until it actually is A-OKAY in a while i will be resting my case. The battlefield will take a place on my papers.
I will be fighting their tongues and will have the eye of my pen witnessing the tragedy of a murdered in cradle hero - me!
P.S. I read something beautiful today,
(Don't argue with an idiot, people will not be able to differentiate between the two of you)
Mark my words as i will never take back what i said once or even twice. Here i am sitting alone, watching the walls with great caution. I can't remember how many times i've blinked today. I will count tomorrow.
The cold air was the background music as i'm so not in the mood for writing. So hungry and trying to bribe my eyes not to fall asleep. No one was there except for me. Turning to my left to stare at whiteness. Without realizing that i should be careful how i move my arms, i hit the bottle. And it fell down.
I leaned to grab it and place it back to where it was. Gazed at the sweat drops that covered the little bottle. Usually the drops would float on the surface of the water. However, this bottle had its perspiration of drops beneath the surface! I scared the little one!
The bottle name was Masafi. It was 500 mls old it can't grow though. It was to be reborn if they wanted the little bottle to grow. In other words, recycled. I wanted to be friendly and start a topic.
The bottle however, will just keep the only one eye it has looking at the ceiling and will never blink to make an eye contact with me. I wanted to smirk the fact that it always stands and never sits, but changed my mind because that would be mean.
I have noticed that i talk about things more than people! Check my previous entries and debate with me. For my army will be gathered before you know and the sun will pause its rising just to make me win the battle of losers!
For the worst of the good is another loser living the era of no time. Trying so hard to be what they can't become to prove the fact of nothingness, just like what i'm doing right now.
Lying to the lines talking to me every day. Believing that i will be okay tomorrow. Until it actually is A-OKAY in a while i will be resting my case. The battlefield will take a place on my papers.
I will be fighting their tongues and will have the eye of my pen witnessing the tragedy of a murdered in cradle hero - me!
P.S. I read something beautiful today,
(Don't argue with an idiot, people will not be able to differentiate between the two of you)
The Evil Circle .O.
I think i need some distraction! For i have a lot of my energy focused on something that will certainly take me down along with the ship floating in the air. I tried to think of a painful facts, i tried to think of a teeth-less child laughter. It's hopeless. I'm still focused 0_0
None of the mentioned above was helpful. The only thing that succeeded to distract me was the evil circle. It was unlike what will usually seize down my wild thoughts, it was new and peculiar.
For so many days now, the red circle kept banging against the four walls of my skull. The first time i have ever seen it was the 22nd of Feb, three days before my younger sister's birthday and the independence day of Kuwait.
I never knew that the evil red existed at all! I'm best friends with the orange circle. That was good enough for me. Although mum hated her so very much. Tried everything in her governmental powers to separate us.
Nonetheless she failed like hundreds. She's still trying and still failing. I admire her perseverance though. I hated pretending that i don't speak to her anymore. But i had to do it, at least in mum's presence.
But when the mums are away, i will certainly call on the orange circle and hell yeah we would play. During the day when i first laid eyes on the circle of red evil i was mentally and physically full of pain. I'm not saying that red resembles evil, but do you think this is a coincidence? I think not!
I'm the very last person to make assumptions, i always ask the questions. Yet the circle had no ears to hear my questionings! I had a fight with my sister and my best friend one day before we met.
Abu Dhabi was crowded due to the IDEX exhibition. I got stuck in the traffic for literally three hours taking my sister to college and another three hours going back home to catch up with mum before she leaves to Egypt.
I was moving my baby boo one inch every five minutes. I had the cauldron of rage and anger boiling above my neck. The boiling needs heat and heat consumes energy. I ran out of energy and self control before i could even notice.
The the sound of my silent breaths knocked me down. I stopped on the way back to think a little. It was not doing me any good. My energy was consumed to some number below the zero. I live on a pair of Duracell.
On the way back i tried to push my baby boo - Abya'6a - to go beyond extremes a little bit. It was my first time ever - so far i didn't do it yet. Just a bit more to see mum before she leaves. I didn't head home, for my black dudes took a different path. They walked me down the road that led to the red evil circle.
It was 260 km/h wasn't long until the circle divulged. It wasn't as red as blood, it was darker. I haven't realized that i can't push her any further. She was at her limits too and so was i. We were both sad since that unlovely Saturday. I didn't bathe her. She has every right to be angry with me. Yet she didn't disappoint me.
None of the mentioned above was helpful. The only thing that succeeded to distract me was the evil circle. It was unlike what will usually seize down my wild thoughts, it was new and peculiar.
For so many days now, the red circle kept banging against the four walls of my skull. The first time i have ever seen it was the 22nd of Feb, three days before my younger sister's birthday and the independence day of Kuwait.
I never knew that the evil red existed at all! I'm best friends with the orange circle. That was good enough for me. Although mum hated her so very much. Tried everything in her governmental powers to separate us.
Nonetheless she failed like hundreds. She's still trying and still failing. I admire her perseverance though. I hated pretending that i don't speak to her anymore. But i had to do it, at least in mum's presence.
But when the mums are away, i will certainly call on the orange circle and hell yeah we would play. During the day when i first laid eyes on the circle of red evil i was mentally and physically full of pain. I'm not saying that red resembles evil, but do you think this is a coincidence? I think not!
I'm the very last person to make assumptions, i always ask the questions. Yet the circle had no ears to hear my questionings! I had a fight with my sister and my best friend one day before we met.
Abu Dhabi was crowded due to the IDEX exhibition. I got stuck in the traffic for literally three hours taking my sister to college and another three hours going back home to catch up with mum before she leaves to Egypt.
I was moving my baby boo one inch every five minutes. I had the cauldron of rage and anger boiling above my neck. The boiling needs heat and heat consumes energy. I ran out of energy and self control before i could even notice.
The the sound of my silent breaths knocked me down. I stopped on the way back to think a little. It was not doing me any good. My energy was consumed to some number below the zero. I live on a pair of Duracell.
On the way back i tried to push my baby boo - Abya'6a - to go beyond extremes a little bit. It was my first time ever - so far i didn't do it yet. Just a bit more to see mum before she leaves. I didn't head home, for my black dudes took a different path. They walked me down the road that led to the red evil circle.
It was 260 km/h wasn't long until the circle divulged. It wasn't as red as blood, it was darker. I haven't realized that i can't push her any further. She was at her limits too and so was i. We were both sad since that unlovely Saturday. I didn't bathe her. She has every right to be angry with me. Yet she didn't disappoint me.
20 April 2009
Wordless!
It feels really odd. It's quite strange. The amount of the words that i think of and form daily. I will not exaggerate but i write around 3 journals in my head on daily basis and if i was lucky enough one of them would be able to see the light.
Scenes and lines. Names and nicks. Characters out of this world and evil that was born only in this world. Imagine the combination of survival. Who would win and who will hold his head down in shame to be the loser who's simply given in. Simply lost when he could have gone a little bit farther to cross the line. To win the race.
But you know what, sometimes it beat me too. The amount of fear that takes over me when my mouth is so full of letters. Capital and small letters that i sometimes can't put together. Although i'm a writer, i can be wordless every once in while, or shall i say i'm letter-less now.
Sometimes i think the alphabets only existed my-solo-sake. But then if i was to try and make a word of my own those letters betray me. Leave me there in white space of an adult page that i can't deal with. That i can even write on.
A very strange conduct of letters that sometimes i feel they have ganged up on me to bully the little writer i have within. Wasn't very long for the war of words to start attacking. I grabbed my ever lasting companions my pen and a blank piece of paper to write a peace treaty.
The pen was only the messenger delivering the shivers my hand was producing. Who am i to joke about this war? If a line smiles, it doesn't mean that he likes you, it means that he's going to eat you! Yet you all know how optimistic i am. And how my hopes are always taller than the 166cm of my skeleton. Even if they exceeded my height with 1 or 2 cm, that still make them taller.
The world is weird and so is the Strawberry cheesecake! And what does that have to do with anything, i really have no idea. I can get Cuckoo from time to time. Cuckoo is strange and strange is nice once in a blue moon, wouldn't you think?
Scenes and lines. Names and nicks. Characters out of this world and evil that was born only in this world. Imagine the combination of survival. Who would win and who will hold his head down in shame to be the loser who's simply given in. Simply lost when he could have gone a little bit farther to cross the line. To win the race.
But you know what, sometimes it beat me too. The amount of fear that takes over me when my mouth is so full of letters. Capital and small letters that i sometimes can't put together. Although i'm a writer, i can be wordless every once in while, or shall i say i'm letter-less now.
Sometimes i think the alphabets only existed my-solo-sake. But then if i was to try and make a word of my own those letters betray me. Leave me there in white space of an adult page that i can't deal with. That i can even write on.
A very strange conduct of letters that sometimes i feel they have ganged up on me to bully the little writer i have within. Wasn't very long for the war of words to start attacking. I grabbed my ever lasting companions my pen and a blank piece of paper to write a peace treaty.
The pen was only the messenger delivering the shivers my hand was producing. Who am i to joke about this war? If a line smiles, it doesn't mean that he likes you, it means that he's going to eat you! Yet you all know how optimistic i am. And how my hopes are always taller than the 166cm of my skeleton. Even if they exceeded my height with 1 or 2 cm, that still make them taller.
The world is weird and so is the Strawberry cheesecake! And what does that have to do with anything, i really have no idea. I can get Cuckoo from time to time. Cuckoo is strange and strange is nice once in a blue moon, wouldn't you think?
14 April 2009
My Guardian Ant~
I knew that ants exist. I've seen them long time ago, if my memory serves me well the first time we have ever met was when i was a child. I can't be sure though, about my first encounter with them. Was it before or after kindergarten? It bothers me so much i can't recall correctly.
When your host (that's me v_v) used to be primary school, she was more concerned with the pain of being bullied by the other girls. Being friends with the ants didn't cross her mind. Years go by, we all know that, and the writer grew up to go to preparatory school.
I used to be the first girl who arrives at school. As it was next to my house and i used to go on foot. I used to stop by the grocery store to by a bar of Toblerone white and then kick off to school. Every Wednesday however, i introduce a news paper to the Toblerone white from the very same grocery store.
They don't shake hands - i wondered when will they every do. They are quite sure of this though. They are forced to meet every Wednesday. The shift changes on weekly basis, so the the couple of the last week will never be familiar with next week's couple and etc.
For their confidentiality i never revealed their code names. The Toblerone white never survived, but the Gulf News did. Why the Gulf News? Three reasons and the third simply has nothing to do with anything.
Number one, i was so in love and so crazy about the TV programs guide they distributed along with the paper every Wednesday. Number two, i have this passion for English since i was a child. So i though the words in the paper would be friends with the words i was already familiar with. Number three, Toblerone has always made me feel good for no particular reason (and still does) Oddly, it never asks for something in return for that "good" it makes me feel!
Our classes were so quiet and bleak. I would get there and they would still be asleep. Us the students never dared to disturb them as we were actually expecting the school to fall down on our heads due to how OLD it was. However, the teachers never bother nor gave a damn about the sleeping classes, for their true wish was that the school collapses over the student heads.
I remember walking holding my head down, not out of shame. Hell no!!! I was only counting the bricks on the floor of the school ground. I walk fast, and count so quickly and hope that my lungs won't betray me. Then i simply get busy with the amount of air i have to rent every minute my heart races and then i miscount and start over the next morning.
I start with the class directly to my two o'clock, and i end up with the one next to the play ground. They called it a basketball court but all i could find was two football goals. A single goal keeper never existed.
I used to take my paper and go in the middle of the "basketball court". I sit down with my back crooked. Turning the pages with my left and eating my beloved white triangles with the right.
While reading an article a little ant came to spy on me. She didn't scare me. Why did i say she? It was a girls' school. I thought it would be fun if i try to capture her. I cornered her with my V fingers and formed the perfect triangle with the left index of the other hand.
VOILA!!! Was circling around within the finger triangle. I have noticed that there were a couple of poor white chocolate pieces left. I took a tiny piece of it and gave it to her. I set her free.
I swear to Allah she took it, went away and brought more friends, three or two. To tell you the truth, at first i though they would bully me just like every body else. But they didn't - phew.
We've become good friends ever since. And i brought them Toblerone white every single day. Except for Ramdhan when i used to fast. Of course there was a round-two of years go by. I've matured up and i work now.
And we have ants who work for and with us at the company. I don't meet them in the play ground. I meet them in the washroom. One day after work, i went home exhausted and took a boiling shower - as i said a boiling shower.
During the process of my boiling, i felt that there's something on my tummy. I took a look and there was an ant. I thought my eyes are deceiving me and the small mole on my tummy has changed its place.
I looked at the bathroom walls and was almost asking them, (Is this really an ant?) looked at my tummy again and i started to recognize the ant crawling on my skin.
I clipped her/him it with my fingers. It wasn't the school so it couldn't tell if the ant was a he or she. Gave her/him a death look and i blew the ant away. Can you believe that this ant was on my skin all day and didn't bite me. It was really kind of the ant to guard me rather than bite me. I was mean i know.
I can't write about ants any more, although i have so much to tell.
ENOUGH TALKING ABOUT ANTS I FEEL STINGS ALL OVER MY BODY THIS VERY INSTANT.
When your host (that's me v_v) used to be primary school, she was more concerned with the pain of being bullied by the other girls. Being friends with the ants didn't cross her mind. Years go by, we all know that, and the writer grew up to go to preparatory school.
I used to be the first girl who arrives at school. As it was next to my house and i used to go on foot. I used to stop by the grocery store to by a bar of Toblerone white and then kick off to school. Every Wednesday however, i introduce a news paper to the Toblerone white from the very same grocery store.
They don't shake hands - i wondered when will they every do. They are quite sure of this though. They are forced to meet every Wednesday. The shift changes on weekly basis, so the the couple of the last week will never be familiar with next week's couple and etc.
For their confidentiality i never revealed their code names. The Toblerone white never survived, but the Gulf News did. Why the Gulf News? Three reasons and the third simply has nothing to do with anything.
Number one, i was so in love and so crazy about the TV programs guide they distributed along with the paper every Wednesday. Number two, i have this passion for English since i was a child. So i though the words in the paper would be friends with the words i was already familiar with. Number three, Toblerone has always made me feel good for no particular reason (and still does) Oddly, it never asks for something in return for that "good" it makes me feel!
Our classes were so quiet and bleak. I would get there and they would still be asleep. Us the students never dared to disturb them as we were actually expecting the school to fall down on our heads due to how OLD it was. However, the teachers never bother nor gave a damn about the sleeping classes, for their true wish was that the school collapses over the student heads.
I remember walking holding my head down, not out of shame. Hell no!!! I was only counting the bricks on the floor of the school ground. I walk fast, and count so quickly and hope that my lungs won't betray me. Then i simply get busy with the amount of air i have to rent every minute my heart races and then i miscount and start over the next morning.
I start with the class directly to my two o'clock, and i end up with the one next to the play ground. They called it a basketball court but all i could find was two football goals. A single goal keeper never existed.
I used to take my paper and go in the middle of the "basketball court". I sit down with my back crooked. Turning the pages with my left and eating my beloved white triangles with the right.
While reading an article a little ant came to spy on me. She didn't scare me. Why did i say she? It was a girls' school. I thought it would be fun if i try to capture her. I cornered her with my V fingers and formed the perfect triangle with the left index of the other hand.
VOILA!!! Was circling around within the finger triangle. I have noticed that there were a couple of poor white chocolate pieces left. I took a tiny piece of it and gave it to her. I set her free.
I swear to Allah she took it, went away and brought more friends, three or two. To tell you the truth, at first i though they would bully me just like every body else. But they didn't - phew.
We've become good friends ever since. And i brought them Toblerone white every single day. Except for Ramdhan when i used to fast. Of course there was a round-two of years go by. I've matured up and i work now.
And we have ants who work for and with us at the company. I don't meet them in the play ground. I meet them in the washroom. One day after work, i went home exhausted and took a boiling shower - as i said a boiling shower.
During the process of my boiling, i felt that there's something on my tummy. I took a look and there was an ant. I thought my eyes are deceiving me and the small mole on my tummy has changed its place.
I looked at the bathroom walls and was almost asking them, (Is this really an ant?) looked at my tummy again and i started to recognize the ant crawling on my skin.
I clipped her/him it with my fingers. It wasn't the school so it couldn't tell if the ant was a he or she. Gave her/him a death look and i blew the ant away. Can you believe that this ant was on my skin all day and didn't bite me. It was really kind of the ant to guard me rather than bite me. I was mean i know.
I can't write about ants any more, although i have so much to tell.
ENOUGH TALKING ABOUT ANTS I FEEL STINGS ALL OVER MY BODY THIS VERY INSTANT.
07 April 2009
An Upward Curve
Hmm romantic wise, i really want to know who will be my partner. I sometimes get excited just for asking this question, who will he be? And other sometimes i stand before the mirror of reality which clearly reflects how things will certainly take a different direction, either for the better or worse no one knows, not even the mirror.
I think about the names. I list a bunch of letters and force at least four names under each letter. Then i ask, if his name was (........), what his father's name be and his mothers? Even if i knew the names, i will still ask the questions. I believe in names. Every one of us has a piece of his name.
Eventually i start building up castles if not kingdoms. Such castles are usually built on the sands. However, mine are always built on the surface of the ocean. Either the water is clear or not i build them anyways. Then i think to myself, the wind can't hurt me though, not anymore. Well i am not sure, but i mostly suppose.
I will crown my king with the upside down red rectangle. The one that i seize behind my ribs. And as for him, no one will ever get to be his soul mate except for me. Otherwise i will bite him and i'm not kidding. I just go amazed, when i think about the chances of not having a king like him.
I mean i can't even be sure if i was to be lucky for being the one who gives away the upside down red rectangle. But what's even better and unbelievably great, is that i get to be chosen to be the soul mate queen.
The cast of this dream movie was done by an invisible individual (not existing yet, and betting her chances to actually do) who sometimes loses her balance every time she spots his skull. She was quite unpredictable as at certain points she couldn't tell if she was the one who she actually is!
Her kingdom grew and invaded some helpless dreams that lived on the suburbs of her lands. One of the evil deeds she thought of doing is just imagining. I mean merely imagining, how will it feels if she invaded the (face on the other end) village.
The kingdom eyes were only fixed on one thing in particular in that village. A very charming pair of curves that make everything shine every time she sees them. Even if she was to be mad or burdened for some reason only an upward curve upside down will help taking all that away.
Her kingdom become very greedy and wanted to now the feeling if she tries to abduct those amazing curves. However, when the abduction is done those curves will be straightened. And the friends residing at the top of the column of those straightened curves will tell her everything she needs to know.
I just happen to realize that we commonly use the term (The Crown of My Head) something like that. As for someone who is only suitable for a king he will surely be (The Crown of My Heart)
I still want to abduct that pair of curves, and if you tell me it's a taboo what i'm thinking of. I will simply answers my dreams will never be taboo, as they are only dreams. And i confirm it for one last time, i will not try to ask nicely i will merely abduct my lovable curves.
I think about the names. I list a bunch of letters and force at least four names under each letter. Then i ask, if his name was (........), what his father's name be and his mothers? Even if i knew the names, i will still ask the questions. I believe in names. Every one of us has a piece of his name.
Eventually i start building up castles if not kingdoms. Such castles are usually built on the sands. However, mine are always built on the surface of the ocean. Either the water is clear or not i build them anyways. Then i think to myself, the wind can't hurt me though, not anymore. Well i am not sure, but i mostly suppose.
I will crown my king with the upside down red rectangle. The one that i seize behind my ribs. And as for him, no one will ever get to be his soul mate except for me. Otherwise i will bite him and i'm not kidding. I just go amazed, when i think about the chances of not having a king like him.
I mean i can't even be sure if i was to be lucky for being the one who gives away the upside down red rectangle. But what's even better and unbelievably great, is that i get to be chosen to be the soul mate queen.
The cast of this dream movie was done by an invisible individual (not existing yet, and betting her chances to actually do) who sometimes loses her balance every time she spots his skull. She was quite unpredictable as at certain points she couldn't tell if she was the one who she actually is!
Her kingdom grew and invaded some helpless dreams that lived on the suburbs of her lands. One of the evil deeds she thought of doing is just imagining. I mean merely imagining, how will it feels if she invaded the (face on the other end) village.
The kingdom eyes were only fixed on one thing in particular in that village. A very charming pair of curves that make everything shine every time she sees them. Even if she was to be mad or burdened for some reason only an upward curve upside down will help taking all that away.
Her kingdom become very greedy and wanted to now the feeling if she tries to abduct those amazing curves. However, when the abduction is done those curves will be straightened. And the friends residing at the top of the column of those straightened curves will tell her everything she needs to know.
I just happen to realize that we commonly use the term (The Crown of My Head) something like that. As for someone who is only suitable for a king he will surely be (The Crown of My Heart)
I still want to abduct that pair of curves, and if you tell me it's a taboo what i'm thinking of. I will simply answers my dreams will never be taboo, as they are only dreams. And i confirm it for one last time, i will not try to ask nicely i will merely abduct my lovable curves.
02 April 2009
An Assassination Story (AAS)
Some people like to read the story. Where some others simply like to listen to a story being told. I here by the power giving to me by the state of this blog present to you a story of someone who desperately wanted to be known, so wanted to be heard.
The firing squad stood inline. I refused to have the blindfold. I wasn't afraid to make a straight forward eye contact with my shooters. On the other hand they actually were. None of us knew who possessed the bullet. I wouldn't say that he was to feel prettier, it would only make him uglier.
What time was it? No one dared to distract the air surrounding all of us. We were cautiously inhaling our breaths. Couldn't put much energy into asking a single question.
Even the air was to listen along to the story. Until the very end. Until the line which will determine how it was and how it ended. Either they lived happily every after. Or this one too was tailed with the (dot) at the end of the line. To make this story just like any boring daily routine.
I took a deep breath. Here i go. And then i froze. I then gazed because i could almost swear that a tender breeze almost kissed my lips. I smiled and every one was amazed for it is my first time i could ever do.
My squad learned that it was to begin. They however, found it impossible to hide the glare of their eyes. They totally loved it, to see my mouth smiles for the first time, since we've met.
Never commented not to make me feel weak, neither lose their values of being the predator. I thought to myself Should it happen once, it will certainly happen again. Don't take me slightly!
And they sat down. They adjusted themselves to harmonize with their weapons. With their rifles pointed to their hearts. They shaped a perfect dotted line if you were look at them from above. But as i was facing them they looked like picture frames leaning on their guns. They were holding their heads down with respect to hear my breaths.
In complete silence they sat, waiting for my signal so they could function their hearing to listen to my words. Making bets with what letter will i start today. Each one of them drew a letter on the sand. Other than that, the hour seemed so peaceful, and i wasn't afraid to narrate my story for one more time.
I couldn't tell though, if i was to finish today, or bare one more day with a guilt of leaving my story untold. Though it wasn't my first time to do so. I couldn't help the chills that were running through my spine. I looked like a child taking sides, once with guilt and once with pleasure.
They obviously became so confused themselves, that they don't bother to ask who will i side with today. I was so excited and looking forward to their reactions. Most importantly, amongst the guilt and pleasure, i cared to know how my audience react to the rest of my story today.
My assassination was conditional. They were only to execute me once i finish my story, not before. That's why i said no one would bother what hour it was. I had my back resting against a giant gravestone.
So there i was leaning with my thin body - i've lost weight that's why - against the "gravestone". It was the wall of my cell it wasn't the inside. This time too, it was the very same wall but from the outside. It was absolutely a gray coincidence. How my cell walls and any regular grave stone looked alike!
My eyes are scanning the members of my squad, i stood up. I turned around and faced my grave stone. For the first time, i wanted them to see the eyes in the back of my head. As my words will reflect just like the radar that bats have.
I will finish the story today! I thought if i was to touch the top of their heads and the bottom of their hearts with out even looking at them. Then my story can certainly make a difference.
"What letter do you think i will begin with today?" i asked. No one answered, which means they all have guessed the wrong letters. I laughed and they were disappointed that i have beaten them "again".
They quietly put their chins in their right hands, and the left they wiped off the wrong letters on the sand."So let's begin now, shall we."
To be continued...
The firing squad stood inline. I refused to have the blindfold. I wasn't afraid to make a straight forward eye contact with my shooters. On the other hand they actually were. None of us knew who possessed the bullet. I wouldn't say that he was to feel prettier, it would only make him uglier.
What time was it? No one dared to distract the air surrounding all of us. We were cautiously inhaling our breaths. Couldn't put much energy into asking a single question.
Even the air was to listen along to the story. Until the very end. Until the line which will determine how it was and how it ended. Either they lived happily every after. Or this one too was tailed with the (dot) at the end of the line. To make this story just like any boring daily routine.
I took a deep breath. Here i go. And then i froze. I then gazed because i could almost swear that a tender breeze almost kissed my lips. I smiled and every one was amazed for it is my first time i could ever do.
My squad learned that it was to begin. They however, found it impossible to hide the glare of their eyes. They totally loved it, to see my mouth smiles for the first time, since we've met.
Never commented not to make me feel weak, neither lose their values of being the predator. I thought to myself Should it happen once, it will certainly happen again. Don't take me slightly!
And they sat down. They adjusted themselves to harmonize with their weapons. With their rifles pointed to their hearts. They shaped a perfect dotted line if you were look at them from above. But as i was facing them they looked like picture frames leaning on their guns. They were holding their heads down with respect to hear my breaths.
In complete silence they sat, waiting for my signal so they could function their hearing to listen to my words. Making bets with what letter will i start today. Each one of them drew a letter on the sand. Other than that, the hour seemed so peaceful, and i wasn't afraid to narrate my story for one more time.
I couldn't tell though, if i was to finish today, or bare one more day with a guilt of leaving my story untold. Though it wasn't my first time to do so. I couldn't help the chills that were running through my spine. I looked like a child taking sides, once with guilt and once with pleasure.
They obviously became so confused themselves, that they don't bother to ask who will i side with today. I was so excited and looking forward to their reactions. Most importantly, amongst the guilt and pleasure, i cared to know how my audience react to the rest of my story today.
My assassination was conditional. They were only to execute me once i finish my story, not before. That's why i said no one would bother what hour it was. I had my back resting against a giant gravestone.
So there i was leaning with my thin body - i've lost weight that's why - against the "gravestone". It was the wall of my cell it wasn't the inside. This time too, it was the very same wall but from the outside. It was absolutely a gray coincidence. How my cell walls and any regular grave stone looked alike!
My eyes are scanning the members of my squad, i stood up. I turned around and faced my grave stone. For the first time, i wanted them to see the eyes in the back of my head. As my words will reflect just like the radar that bats have.
I will finish the story today! I thought if i was to touch the top of their heads and the bottom of their hearts with out even looking at them. Then my story can certainly make a difference.
"What letter do you think i will begin with today?" i asked. No one answered, which means they all have guessed the wrong letters. I laughed and they were disappointed that i have beaten them "again".
They quietly put their chins in their right hands, and the left they wiped off the wrong letters on the sand."So let's begin now, shall we."
To be continued...
01 April 2009
FoolS vs(capitaL doT) WisemeN
My lungs breathe perplexity every once in a while, around 5 times a day! We all do, don't we? It totally feels unusual and some how new, yet i've been painted with this pattern before. As most of us if not all have already experienced some unexplainable matters, nevertheless we can't ignore the fact that everything happens for a reason, well correct everything does.
But once the mysterious little one shows up you never try to base your theory on common sense nor attempt to start your question with any of the four (WH)s sisters~ At the bottom of this post you will find out how i learned the solid facts about the following line!
"Fools give you reasons, wise men never try!" For this particular line, i've come to realize that it's definitely true. We un/willingly give in for our reasoning(s) which only take a place upon our wants, desires and needs.
Each of those three is prioritized accordingly. But even if they were randomly chosen, we use a reason to random them! Just like how we are so certain that first question is always false when writing an assessment~
Perfectly like how the most of us start on the very wrong foot. A lot of great people did in the past. Of course there's a first time to everything, however nothing works out fine at the very first attempt, but if you're lucky enough it might!
Now, why do i start every word i write at the beginning of the line with a capital letter? Because that is how it has always been! Why has it always been this way? Because it's one of the English writing rules.
Why that guy who invented these rules decided to have the first letter in the beginning of the line and after most of the punctuations like so? Well believe me he felt like it! Other wise we would have settled on different rules.
hoW abouT i dO thE oppositE(capitaL questioN marK) wilL iT bE difficulT tO bE reaD(capitaL questioN marK) guesS whaT mY wordS arE erroR freE buT thE builT-iN dictionarY oF firefoX didn'T agreE.
onE creativE maN/womaN oncE saiD (realitY iS optionaL) let'S livE uP a littlE(capitaL exclamatioN marK) diD yoU noticE thaT thE a & i neveR changeD >_< it'S a sigN i a, geT iT(capitaL exclamatioN marK)
Moral of the day: If a fool never existed there will be no one to lead the wise!
The cute thing about fools is that they always try =3
But once the mysterious little one shows up you never try to base your theory on common sense nor attempt to start your question with any of the four (WH)s sisters~ At the bottom of this post you will find out how i learned the solid facts about the following line!
"Fools give you reasons, wise men never try!" For this particular line, i've come to realize that it's definitely true. We un/willingly give in for our reasoning(s) which only take a place upon our wants, desires and needs.
Each of those three is prioritized accordingly. But even if they were randomly chosen, we use a reason to random them! Just like how we are so certain that first question is always false when writing an assessment~
Perfectly like how the most of us start on the very wrong foot. A lot of great people did in the past. Of course there's a first time to everything, however nothing works out fine at the very first attempt, but if you're lucky enough it might!
Now, why do i start every word i write at the beginning of the line with a capital letter? Because that is how it has always been! Why has it always been this way? Because it's one of the English writing rules.
Why that guy who invented these rules decided to have the first letter in the beginning of the line and after most of the punctuations like so? Well believe me he felt like it! Other wise we would have settled on different rules.
hoW abouT i dO thE oppositE(capitaL questioN marK) wilL iT bE difficulT tO bE reaD(capitaL questioN marK) guesS whaT mY wordS arE erroR freE buT thE builT-iN dictionarY oF firefoX didn'T agreE.
onE creativE maN/womaN oncE saiD (realitY iS optionaL) let'S livE uP a littlE(capitaL exclamatioN marK) diD yoU noticE thaT thE a & i neveR changeD >_< it'S a sigN i a, geT iT(capitaL exclamatioN marK)
Moral of the day: If a fool never existed there will be no one to lead the wise!
The cute thing about fools is that they always try =3
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