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Monday, December 28, 2009

Red

The Princess lost her radiance, the doves lay dead on her feet.. The rose in her heart wilted and she screamed out in pain. Then there was silence. The wind stopped blowing, sun and moon went to hide, stars gave up hope, and they could no longer shine. The evil was set free, it flew freely around the Earth recruiting more and more hearts. It was in power, getting darker by seconds. It caused pain, it killed, it was cruel.


The Princess took the dead doves in her lap, stood up unsteadily to get her revenge. She was shaking, not with fear but with anger. The evil laughed mockingly at her. It showed her the images of her parents being tortured, her friends being burned to dead, her prince was lying dead with a silver knife in his heart, a soft smile was still there on his face. Had he been thinking of her? She'll never know. Red was everywhere. Blood blood blood.


The images vanished and she was face to face with the evil.


'You can't defeat me, Princess,' the evil whispered softly 'Come join me, marry me.. Together we'll rule this world,'


How many times he had tried that, the Princess wondered. The evil was handsome but she could see its heart clearly. It was not.


'I am giving you a choice, consider yourself lucky,' evil threw a patronizing smile at her 'You will die if you wouldn't. And what good will it do, huh?' it raised its eyebrows 'You'll be dead, just like your kin. I'll live doing whatever I want to,' it was smiling, pleased with itself 'Why not join me?'


The Princess closed her eyes. The rose was dying now.. it didn't have enough strength. Princess sighed heavily, deciding something. Just then the doves came to life. They were soulless creatures. They shed their blooody white feathers and turned black.. The evil threw its head and laughed wildly. The creatures were its servants. They will kill the Princess.

There was no hope now. She was defeated, she realized with despair, as the vultures attacked her. Hours went by and they flew away to their next prey. Princess was still breathing, but the rose has died. The pain was unbearable but still it wouldn't kill her. All she could see was red, the color of suffering.



*sidrah is sad n feeling stupid!*

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I have become a zombie.. and i blame medcine =[

In uni's cafe.. and you should see me right now.. zombie.. a total zombie. I have dark circles, my eyes are watering, kind of shivering. Just coz of this supid BDS!

Anatomy viva.. It was pure torture.. Thry are trying to kill students, i think. I mean, you wait to get free, not really caring how your viva goes.. and those teachers ate biryani 3 times *no kidding* when poor students are dying of hunger and trying to retain all those stuff which passes through the foramen (who cares about those tiny pores and holes!!!!) and our lovely anterior and posteior surfaces.. also not to forget those beautiful nuclei.

Anywayy.
Just one viva to go.... and PURE BLISsssSs!!! ^^ Can't wait for tuesday. 10 days of freedom.. then 2nd year *mental torture restart*

Reading stars and bars (yes i still do, despite of exams).. and its AWESOME! Willaim Boyd is now one of my favorite authors.. =]

Okay, evil vegetable sir shouting "Time over!!" in his broken english.. i think I will go and eat something! All i really want to do is hit the bed and ZzZzzzZzz!!

Have fun!! ^^

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Felix, The Man

Okay, I had just given the physio viva and guess wasn't in the right state of mind to come up with this! It is so weird and stupid that am kind of embarrassed to post it. Sana and Hafsah (the only visitors of my blog), you can laugh, i did too, but tell me if this should go to recycle bin? =] *won't mind a bit*


*Weird MUSIC*

Felix was on the stage with a huge smile pasted on his face. He blinked several times and laughed at the miracle. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His dream has come true. He was on the stage! On the stage!!

‘It’s Showtime, Felix dear’ a beautiful lady dressed in purple smiled his way.

Wow, Felix looked at her astounded, she just called him dear. He stared at her and she stared back at him.

‘Felix!’ a shout broke away their stare and they both glanced towards the source of the voice.

It was a pretty woman all shimmering pink and silver and seemed very angry.

‘Felix, what are you doing with her?’ she demanded.

‘Uh....’ Felix was confused.

‘Hey, I am his agent and his friend, I have every right to be here with him on his Big day,’ the purple lady took one of his arm and glared at the pink lady.

The pink lady growled and took his other arm. ‘Whatever. He was my friend first’

Whoa! Felix couldn’t believe his luck. Two beautiful ladies were fighting over him.

BuzzzzzzZzzzz.

buzzzzzzzz

Buzzzzz…

Huh? What’s this sound; Felix looked about him and was shocked to see the two ladies were emitting such a horrible sound. Just like mosquitoes. Suddenly a sharp pain pierced through his neck. The purple lady just bit him. Oh boy, she got such beautiful fangs…

Felix shooed away the mosquitoes around him and turned to sleep on his shoulder.

Just five minutes more.. five minutes.. five minutes… he told himself as he scratched his neck. He was having a nice little dream.

The sun had arisen a long time ago. Men kissed their wives and were working hard to earn bread. Mothers dropped their children at schools and were off to their daily chores. Children were busy scribbling down whatever their teachers were writing on the blackboard. A boy winked at a girl he fancied and she blushed a color of cherry.

But Felix was dreaming. Mosquitoes had turned into butterflies and he was singing a song in his pure crystal voice, all around him people were cheering for him, going crazy. He only had to smile at a girl and she would faint with happiness. Women were dying for his autographs and guys admired him. He was The Man in there!

Tringgggg… TrIiinnnng… TriiiinnnnnGgG…

Felix groaned. Yawning he looked at the watch. It read 9:30 AM. His interview was at 10:30. Loads of time to get ready, he said to himself. He forced himself out of the bed and took a long shower. He tried to sing the song he sang in the dream and sounded terrible but he didn’t know. He smiled, satisfied.

9:50 AM

Felix went through his cupboard. He was very tight fisted with money, he never buy clothes until he had just one set of clothes remaining, when it would get threadbare.

The green sweatshirt won’t look good…

His black t-shirt made him look very attractive but was kind of rough.

The red and white checkered shirt was the only shirt left, now. It would go with his black trousers.

He wished he had the suit he was wearing in his dream. He looked wistful for a moment. When the moment was gone, he was whistling happily.

10:00 AM

Felix thought he looked good as he checked his image in the mirror. The mirror had several cracks; if you close closely the cracks gave the mirror a shape of a sparrow. Felix knew that, and he was proud to own such a mirror.

Felix wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was cute in a way pandas are cute. His slanted eyes were a color of a murky swamp, his jet black hairs were unruly and wavy, they never settle down giving him almost an untidy look and his dark lips, almost purple, were thin.

Felix gazed at the mirror while he ran the brush through his hair, praying all the time… “No, please God! Don’t force me to put hair gel on my cursed hair. No, I can’t take it. I had rather die. Hair Gel… Argh... I hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

As if God listened to him, his hair started to look peaceful on his head. A huge smile crinkled his eyes and the pearly teeth shone. He did a little dance and winked at the mirror... Alas, his hairs were unsettled once more. Sheer rage took over him and he threw the brush forcefully on the mirror, screaming at the top of his lungs. The mirror, frightened, shattered on the floor in million of tiny pieces….

For a minute Felix wasn’t sure what had happened. His sparrow, the mirror sparrow... he killed it or it had just flew away? He was confused. He was full of regret, why did he have to lose his temper over such a small thing? He sobbed as he close his finger around the piece of mirror, and then he started to bleed. However, when he saw his tearful eye winking at him through the broken piece mirror, he cheered up. He was beautiful.

10:10 AM

It was the dream come true. The purple lady was sitting beside him. Felix felt like he was in seventh heaven. His interview would start in five minutes but he had long forgotten about it, his eyes, his ears, his heart, his mind were just for this Dream Lady. He gazed at her with adoration, not noticing how she was feeling about it. Uneasy, uncomfortable and angry. How rude he was!

The Purple “dream” Lady cringed as he sighed deeply. Felix misunderstood that she was just being shy. In his mind, Felix was already married with her and even had a few babies.

‘Mr. Felix Man??’ a cold voice broke into his mind. He opened his eyes and blinked. An old woman was looking at him reprovingly. What an ugly woman, Felix smirked.

‘Mr. Man, Ms. Buzzy would like to see you now,’ she told him sternly.

‘Oh, okay,’ he made no attempt to get up. How can he leave his Purple Lady. He hated being torn between the choices of life. Money or woman?

“Mr. MAN!!!,’ the old woman yelled and stamped her foot loudly. She scared Felix; he got up and threw a glance over his purple lady. She sighed with relief. He was going at last.

Felix’s heart made a funny thumping noise and butterflies seemed to be awake in his stomach. Oh Man! She was going to miss him badly. But my dear lady, I’ll be back to get you.

He entered the Room.

Interview

The Room had a mirror… a Sparrow Mirror just like he had. Felix wanted it. Wanted it badly.

Ms. Buzzy had a stern ‘no nuisance’ face and she was munching on a carrot. She smiled which showed her crooked teeth when Felix entered the Room. He was the most handsome person she had ever seen. It was Love at first sight…

‘Mr. Man,’ she wanted to dance with happiness. Such a beautiful name. Man.. Man. So manly.

Felix didn’t like her. Why is she whispering at him, why those wistful gazes and sighs? Very suspicious. Argh... He hated her. After hair gel, she was second on the list. No, he didn’t want this job. But the mirror, how could he leave it? There has to be a way.

‘Good morning, Ms. Buzzy,’ he shook her hand and settled down on the chair. Her name made him think of mosquitoes that always ruined his lovely dreams. He hated her even more.

‘Can I get you something?’ she almost added ‘dear’ but caught her tongue in time.

‘Yes?’ said Felix ‘This mirror’ he pointed at the wall.

‘You wanted that broken Mirror?’ she raised an eyebrow.

‘Yes’ God! He disliked her more. He never wanted to see her again.

‘Sure,’ she smiled sweetly; she would do anything for him. For this Man, anything! ‘Go on. Take it, its all yours,’

Felix didn’t know how to react. What a generous woman! Giving away the sparrow mirror to an unknown person. Her generous act melted his heart and he couldn’t fathom why he hated her.

…………………………………………………………………………………………

Ms. Buzzy fired the old woman and appointed Felix as her new secretary.

Felix didn’t see the purple lady again for six months. When he did he was greeted by a huge slap on his face and was called a creep. He was broken hearted. Just for a week.

The End...

The New Start

On Christmas Eve Felix and Ms. Buzzy were having a quiet dinner in a restaurant. Felix was happy and he liked Ms. Buzzy very much now. They were best of friends.

Ms. Buzzy was going to propose him after dinner, if he said no, she’ll survive. At least she hoped so.

………………………………………………………………………………………………

Felix said yes. He loved the little sparrow ring!

On their wedding Felix wore a murky green tuxedo. Ms. Buzzy wore a pink and silver shimmering dress. She looked pretty enough (only if she kept her mouth shut, her teeth weren’t a pretty sight). She felt she was the luckiest person; at last she was Mrs. Man. It was a dream come true.

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LoL :P

Friday, November 27, 2009

Jacob.. On sale


Lala Land

Before Profs..


So it’s like 12:30 AM and am here reading about Fetus in Fetu instead of studying (Profs from next week *dead*)

Very fascinated by it, this fetus in fetu thingy, although is very creepy!

“Dr. Paul Grabb peered into the microscope at Sam Esquibel's 3-day-old brain, set on removing a tumor that threatened the infant's life.

What the pediatric neurosurgeon saw made him spring back in shock.

A foot!”



Creepy, right?

And some sever year old kid gave birth to its twin who had been growing inside him since his own birth! Gee, what if we are walking around with our twins inside us? *nooO, noo. Don’t even want to think!*

Anyway.

When studying I doodle and hum songs (usually making up own silly tunes), let my mind wander into my ‘Very Happy Sunny ‘So me’ imaginary Land’. Life’s easier there. I don’t study, still am considered the smartest person of the Land, I have written and published many novels, I float on water, sleep on fluffy white clouds and dance with the plants. Sometimes I even have met my charming man! Am always happy there, never ever a bad burny feeling! So this land is quite distracting, I forget that am supposed to study until mum yells at my brothers (or me), jerking me awake.

The Lily Theatre is a great book, am halfway through it. The story is about a Chinese girl living in a re-education camp during cultural revolution and her friendship with a girl of third caste.


……………….After profs……

At last am free, feels so weirdly nice. Having to do nothing (although my vivas are still left... but ^^)

Anatomy went good, Physiology was weird *shivers*, Dental material went more than good, biochemistry just okay. Overall was all well. And everything’s well that ends well (huh?).

On my way, did book shopping (yayie), didn’t find some great colorful book (like Marian Keyes’) because mum was like hurry hurry! So there I was busy hurrying =/ instead of going through lovely books.

One day later

First viva next Friday *running here and there* am sick of all this!!!

Two days later.. (Right now)

Yay! Eid tomorrow ^^ went shopping today, bought yummy clothes *happy*

Am chatting with Sana, (she’s watching Juno), listening to Love Like Winter (am in live with the song..), playing Fairyland and Monkey trouble on Facebook. 
And it's winters.. ^^

Life’s good  =]


Happy Eid! *mooooo-baaaarak* =D

Friday, September 25, 2009

Mirror Mirror On the Wall


Done with Harry Potter series for the fourth time now. Feeling quite empty. Happens every time! Have to wait for one whole year (at least six months) to read them again. I wonder how many times will I read them. Even when I have grandchildren? Probably. These books are magical! I was 11 when I read Philosopher's Stone, and was hooked! Was very fascinating, wished I would get a letter from Hogwarts. However, no scars or Voldemort for me please!


It's kind of same with Enid Blyton's Malory towers, St. Clare, Naughtiest girl and Faraway tree... No matter how many I read them , don't get enough of it (haven't read them for about 2 years, though). You do miss the things you grew up with!

I wish HP series hadn't ended, JK Rowling could have continued it like any Star Plus soap operas, couldn't she? (but those dramas are sooo..!! Dunno how people watch Star Plus, i can't =/).

Anyway.

Was wandering when I stumbled upon some site on superstitions (hey, I don't believe number 13 is unlucky, or black cats)... There were few on mirrors (I mean On MIRRORS?!) which are sort of interesting...

*If a couple's first sight of each other is their reflections in a mirror they will have a happy marriage

*Vampires and witches show no reflection in mirrors because they have no souls. (BUT Edward Cullen could see it, right?! And HE is The Vampire =]. Oh and so could Sabrina the Witch)

* Some cultures believe that a baby who looks into a mirror during the first year of its life will die.

* If a mirror falls from a wall it means someone is going to die.

* Ancient Chinese believed that mirrors frighten away evil spirits who get scared when they see themselves; and if the mirror was broken the protection was lost.

* It's considered bad luck to see your face in a mirror when sitting by candlelight. In your youth did you look at your faces in a mirror with a torch shining below your chin? That was a scary sight!

* Want to see what your future husband looks like? Sit down in front of a mirror and eat an apple before brushing your hair at midnight. An image of a man will appear behind your shoulder!

I was actually thinking of doing it!!! I mean 'me'! When i realized it was day time.. And there were no apples in the home. Felt quite foolish then.
Okay okay, should go offline now. Exams on head *sniffs* but am not going to study like NOW! Will read "This Charming Man" by Marian Keyes.. its fun! ^^

Cya!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Misty Blue - Another Monday Morning

Misty on one Monday morning wrote this note to God

“Dear God, it seems you’ve forgotten me. But that cannot be as you’re the God. Aren’t you simply ignoring me? Am I not right? Please, you can ignore me for the rest of my life however, not now. I need your utmost attention, you see. Tell me, where do I find a 14 years old boy with a wife and baby AND a respectable job? Nowhere? I think so, too. Try telling that to Helmet! He thinks every impossible thing is possible. Doesn’t he always say his motto of life is ‘Nothing is impossible’? Like duh!

So, anyway, I was just wondering, could you wave that magic wand of yours and provide Springborn with few such boys? Oh yes, they can be younger than 14. I’ll ever be grateful. Of course, I’ll be a good girl, too! That’s a promise. Thanks in advance! See you.’

Misty Blue.

After re-reading the note she erased ‘see you’ and wrote ‘bye’ instead because you never know. She folded the note neatly and tucked it in a lavender colored envelope which surprisingly smelled of lavenders, too. No need of stamps or addresses, it’s for God after all.

The pigeon whom Misty befriended 10 months ago stood on the window sill, silently.

‘Good morning, my dear John!’ She rubbed his tiny head and put the letter towards it beak. John nipped Misty’s hand affectionately, and blinked his beady eyes several times. It was John’s way of saying Good morning. He took the note in his beak, flap open his wings and flew away. Misty waved, smiling widely. She watched him soaring above the clouds till he become a tiny dot. To her, John is more than a postman (and a pigeon, of course.). Misty thinks of him as a friend. Her heart fills with affection whenever she sees him on her window, serving her dutifully. She believes God once listened to her and provided her a faithful friend (and a postman. A bonus). Her lovely John is mute. The secrets she whispers to him everyday were safe.

Being 20 wasn’t easy for Misty. Especially when you are trying to study the subject you hate the most (in Misty’s case, it is history), have about thousands of weirdest jobs [like writing for Helmet’s magazine, an article a week, crazy impossible stuff, providing lyrics to a band called Banana Life (I mean Banana Life? What the...), being the babysitter to most the horrible child of most horrible people on Earth], having an eccentric 70 years old grandmother who recently divorced her eleventh husband and is supposed to be heartbroken and at last but not the least having a boyfriend who usually tends to forget you. Since if you ask him ‘Do you love Misty Blue?’ He’ll go blank, scratch his head, raise his eyebrows and ask, ‘Misty Who?!”

You get the point.

Mondays are sunny and beautiful. For Misty they were cloudy and bleak because on Mondays she had to see Helmet’s poker face. Hell, she was already late.

Getting ready for work is another boring task for Misty. She isn’t one of those girls who fuss greatly about their appearance. Although, she can’t help wishing she was. She is sure Helmet would respect her more then. Doesn’t he simply adore that blonde dumb-head who wears only pink? Misty is smarter than her and less pretty. She is also sure if she dressed more appealingly her boyfriend wouldn’t forget her. If then you ask him ‘Do you love Misty Blue?’ he’ll smile and say ‘Oh yes... I do! I do!’

But Misty is Misty. She can never be like that blonde dumb-head (How can she?! She’s a red head)

Wrapped in a towel, she scrutinized her wardrobe. Her granny was right; she doesn’t own a single Prada. How on earth could she? Misty is poor!

Her eyes fell on a baby pink top she bought few months ago, and liked it so much she was afraid she would spoil it if she wore it.

‘Won’t it look lovely with your white lace skirt?’ said a tiny voice in her head.

‘Yes, it will…,’ says Misty, slowly eyeing her skirt now, a smile spreading on her face.

‘You wear it then! Add a bit of color to this gloomy Monday, will you?’ the voice in her head was excited now…..

‘Yes. Why not?’ Misty grabbed the top and skirt from her closet before the voice could change its mind. Humming softy she went to get ready, her spirits raised.

After 10 minutes…

‘Shit’

It was all Misty could say when she looked at the mirror. Curls are sexy, but definitely not for her. Half of her tiny heart shaped face was hidden beneath the frizzy wild curls. Red is hot and in, although her so red hair were clashing horribly with her beloved top.

‘Why can’t I have straight shiny brown hair!’ she moaned to herself as she tried to settle down her curls.

Well. No point in changing the dress now, Misty told herself, she was already running late. Her boyfriend once told her ‘You look really, you know, sorta, you know, kinda, nice in black’. Should she turn into a Goth then? Misty fumed silently. Still she’ll have to die her hair jet black.

She walks slowly out of her tiny flat, kicking the tin that lied across the porch. As soon as she had turned the lock, the old-ish lady on the top threw open her window, craning her neck she squinted down at Misty.

‘Good morning, Lady Meddler!’ Misty yelled cheerfully.

‘Hello, my dear. You look lovely today. Pink really suits you,’ Lady Meddler smiled broadly, her gold teeth glinting too brightly.

‘Umm. Thanks!’ Misty tried to smile’

It wasn’t a real comfort hearing she looked lovely from her because Lady Meddler had no sense of fashion or whatsoever. She was one good spy, though. Desperate men and women came to her when they suspected their partners. Lady Meddler never failed, she always caught someone with ‘other’ someone. Misty found it quite fishy. How come every suspect has really been cheating? Misty liked to believe Lady Meddler was a witch.

Lady Meddler continued to smile at Misty, as if expecting something.

‘Okay. So, see you!’ Misty waved both of her hands enthusiastically, ‘Have a nice day’

‘Oh,’ Lady Meddler looked taken aback for a second, ‘Yes dear. Have a lovely day’ and with that she shut her window with a loud bang.

Imagine someone paying Lady Meddler to spy on her? Misty thought as she jogged along the footpath. She couldn’t help sniggering. Her boyfriend wouldn’t care less if she cheated on him. Funnily enough, she never had a chance to cheat on him!

The snow was melting, and the sun was shining brightly. It was a pretty day. Misty had to smile when she saw a white puppy trying to lick the ice cream cone its owner was carrying.

‘Why don’t you buy yourself ice cream cone?’ the voice suggested.

‘Why not!’

She bought a vanilla cone topped with chocolate syrup. She was happy to see that the puppy now had its own cone too. It was having quite a time trying to eat it. She began to hum her favorite song, making her way to the work. All of a sudden the world seemed a better place to live.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Shoes... Colorful n Perfect?



Again.

Eid is just around the corner. Like last year am shoe-less. Mum keeps saying we’ll go, we’ll go. But when?! I whine. Soon, she says. Hope so.

Shoes, for me, are a real problem. I can’t choose. They all look same to me in the store, and I always end up buying boring colors (brown/black/silver/white) *sniffs*. No nice blue, no cute pink, no hot red, no royal purple. Only plain plain plain…. God knows why! Let’s pray I will get colorful shoes for Eid. ^^

At last am watching Confessions of a Shopaholic. Hugh Dancy looks cute *crushing* although he looked weird in Ella Enchanted *confused*. Oh thank you Hafsah! for the movies! ^^

Few days back I was listening to a song which reminded me of Harry Potter series. At 2 AM, I was lost in my cupboard trying to reach Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone; it was under all the heavy books. Got it, happily went back to my bed, read a page or two and then zZzzZz. Later when I was supposed to study anatomy, I was having Harry potter attacks (still having them!) Now I so want to see the sixth part. I keep discussing HP with my brothers (as they are the only one who would listen to my stupid chatter). Sirius rocks but he’s going to die, soon =(

Sana, I don’t know why you don’t like Harry Potter series. It’s so awesome *dazzled*

Way better than twilight! *no offense, Edward!

*

Here am trying to win a lost battle because Sana will never like these books =D

Anyways.

Written a few stories, incomplete. I get bored of them and start a new one. Should I post the incomplete ones? =s

Oh about my Eid dresses… I bought Weird colors. A muddy brown with turquoise, a polka dot shirt and Mehndi colored suit. They look nice, though! How about a pair of turquoise colored shoes this year?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Magical Creatures Go Out! =)

Yay ^-^
*Happy Happy Dance*


Magical Creatures' timetable

BFG comes to Elf's before 5:45
BFG and Elf leave for Vamp 545
Magical creatures at Vamp at 6!
BFG prays =D Elf and Vamp, too?
Magical creatures begin their journey at 6:15
It's fun, sun, car, directions and signals =D
At nandos 6:45
:D Yayayaya
We order! We eat! We talk, juicy gossips :P Lalala! Yum yum!
And Pictures! ^-^
And then.. :D

So at last Vamp, BFG and i went out yesterday at nandos for iftari. We had been planning for ages (like two years) and had gone out just once (now twice!). It was really fun even when BFG got a bit emotional over a piece of chicken.
Then there we were crushing on liberty bookshop (Vamp and I. BFG urging us to get out of the shop). We wish we own it. Ice cream cones and Swiss rolls are yum yum.
Car rides and pictures don't gel but you get to have awesome fun and scary vampire-ish pictures!
And I Love Vamp's colorful room!


Anyways.

Book shopping on saturday! ^-^

Oh i love those peribites.. *drools* and potato wedges rock!

And so does ZAC EFRON !!


Dentures Don't Rock

What was I thinking when i said 'I want to be a dentist'?
I hate being covered in gypsum and acrylic. Dentures are yucky. Especially partial dentures.
You don't rock *sigh* =(