Monday, February 4, 2008

Dreaming In Blue.

Almost two years since I wrote a poem. Judge me not, this comes from within crevices in a dysfunctional mind with a disjointed thought process.

Dreaming in Blue, unreal
Disjointed blurs of senseless
Light and unknown sounds
In my head.
Like the ticking
Of a clock I forgot on my
Way down memory lane.

And a grain of sand
Making all the difference
Slipping down the
Hole in an hourglass.
Another moment, another life
Another dream

The ticking and the dreams,
Obliterated along the way
To you and
What was yours.
Still is,
With pieces of me clinging on.

I gave me away
In a box
To a key so wrong
For the lock holding it closed.
Regret and wonder where
I went wrong
Because all I see is

As you force your way
Into my heart-shaped-box
And I try
To think of it in biology.
All arteries, veins and ventricles
When it hardly ever works
Because hearts are much,
So much more
Than that.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Chicken. Wherefore art thou?=(

Rant of the day/week (depending on when i update this blog, which no one reads, next):


yes, ladies and gentlemen, Bird Flu has hit our poor chickens yet again.

AGAIN, I tell you.

Not that this discovery makes much of a difference in my life, considering that the difference was already made when I read the article about there being cattle bones,hooves,horns and blood in the poultry feed, and the occasional stray cat or dog too.

Kind of put me off chicken for very long.

But it didn't seem to affect anyone else, so I used to sit around, annoyed and sullen, while other people ate chicken and told me i was being silly. And then this flu epidemic hit the poor clucks. *evil laugh*
Though i can't help but wish I should've thought about something else, apart from "WHY ARE OTHER PEOPLE EATING CHICKEN WHEN I'M NOT". But that isn't my fault, you see, because God usually does not pay attention to what I'm thinking about, so here I was, with that annoying voice in my head niggling me and ranting about how everyone BUT me was eating chicken, and the next day, Bird Flu was in the headlines.

Why couldn't it have bugged me about how poor i was? I might just have won a lottery. Stupid voice in my head.

So anyway, this is what happens/has happened/can happen if you eat whatever animals or vegetables you're supposed to eat:


The clucking bird deserves the pride of place in this blogpost. You eat Chicken, you get the human form of Bird Flu, and you die. Or something along those lines anyway.
Moral: Dont't eat chicken. You'll sprout feathers and make weird clucking noises. You will run around in circles, flapping wings-that-used-to-be-your-arms and then you will suddenly drop dead. So don't eat chicken, i repeat.


Anyone remember the mad cow disease? I don't know what this particular disease can do to a person, but I would like to imagine, by its name, that the affected individual develops an alternative personality and begins acting like a cow/bull. Food regurgitation, butting into people's backsides, moo-ing loudly and a strong desire to eat whatever cattle eat are some of the symptons. Hopefully, it won't hit us while the chickens are dying. I know many people who would perish if they couldn't eat meat.

Vegetables from farms in the outskirts of cities and towns:

I almost had a heart attack, when it was revealed to me that the water used to irrigate these vegetable crops was sewage. Sometimes, it might even be factory waste. So, basically, we're eating veggies grown with the help of water containing human shit, and factory chemicals. Extremely Appetising. I can see people turning into nuclear horror stories because of all the chemicals. Although, I can't stop eating vegetables, i'm rather fond of them. Hopefully, i won't be turning into a Green Goblin lookalike?=\

Fish from the Keamari area

Apparently, deep sea fishing is safe, but I don't trust that either. If you saw the state of the water in our part of the Arabian sea, you wouldn't either. It will not be surprising if we experience Fish Fever in the future. The water in which our little fishies live is full of oil, toxic waste, plastic bags, people's shoes, tyres, underwear ( yes, i have seem these objects floating around). It doesn't seem very safe, now does it?

Friday, February 1, 2008

Today they were deciding on (and altering) the class teams for the school tournaments. They, as in, the bossy bunch of girls called the students' council. Who are all in my class. Who will beat me up if they see what i have said about them. Must get back to original topic.

I make it sound all cool, but it actually isn't considering that there are about 30-35 girls in each class and only grade 9,10 and 11 will be playing. On top of everything else, there is quite a number of us who are atheletetically backwards ( and i think ive spelt that wrong). Anyway, so when the throwball team was being called out, one member decided she did not want to play throwball. So they asked if anyone else wanted to fill her place. This is what happened:

Me: *raises hand*

Sheema: Shut up Sanaa! We're serious!

Me: * still raising hand* but...


Me: *puts hand down*

Apparently, I've displayed such an aversion to anything and everything that must be done in the school Hockey Field ( which i don't know why they call it, considering we don't even PLAY hockey on it.) that I wouldn't be taken seriously, as is obvious above.

I've also realised that this phenomena of not taking me seriously is not just limited to sports. It extends to almost all other aspects of my life, and anything else which i happen to utter. I'm beginning to worry about whether there's something wrong with my face or the way I speak. I mean, Minkie DID say I looked like Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story just the other day, but that was probably because i took my apparently-very-cool raised eyebrow look a tad too high. Yes, my eyebrows have talents to defy gravity.

She still remembers his name. =\ (Buzz Lightyear's i mean. I jump topics.)

what a loser.

I want to watch Toy Story too=(

I am also being a loser.