the way life is

homeless

she stood alone in the midst of
a storm
she was cold and weary
but she did not feel the rain

lightning flashed
thunder followed
but she stood in the midst
alone
in the shadows, barely
out of reach
of the warm light glowing
through the window panes
of the houses all round

the lightning is gone
the thunder followed suit
but the rain is falling harder
now she feels it falling
she feels the water in her hair
on
her
face
now the cold ache,
the pain pierces her

she is there still,
still she is standing
in the cold.
the warm light does not reach her,
does not want to reach her.

delirious

why am I delirious? hm, let's see. I just went 26 hours without any food and 13 hours without fluids. THAT'S INHUMAN. I don't know how I managed to survive. Now that I've gotten some food inside me, I'm starting to lose my mind. I think I have lost weight in an unhealthy way. I want it back.
but what I'm deliriously happy about is that MOM'S HOME. I won't have to starve anymore. now she's obsessed with cleaning. I don't care I'm just glad she's home. I nearly cried. It has been one enormous nightmare without her around.
I have PE tomorrow. damn.

ants and moths

I was cleaning up my room. I discovered that I had thrown a way a piece of strawberry sherbert candy and that it had attracted a swarm of ants. so I took the candy out of the bin and threw away somewhere else. I then took the bin filled with ants to the shower and filled the bin with scalding hot water. oh yes.

my dad was telling me that 2 days before my great great grandmother died, her room was filled with moths that covered every inch of the walls. after she died all the moths disappeared.

food and some thoughts

here we go. Lately I've been indulging in mediterranean food. babaganoush and hummus with arabic bread, mansaf which is like lamb with arabic bread and rice and a yoghurt dip. ice mint tea with harissa and shish kebab. Harissa is like a bowl of thick and gooey mush with honey. but it's good meaty mush. I probably won't eat it again though, because i don't really like honey.

there's this cool place call ambrosia cafe. you have to take of your shoes. if you sit upstairs, you sit on the floor with cushions around a square table. it's really cute. and they serve really nice drinks. I got something called amor. funny that it tasted just like how you would imagine love would taste like.

due to my over comsumption of fluids today I needed to go to the bathroom very badly on the way home. dad dropped me off at a mcdonalds. Thus I have discovered a very big problem of society. why do women take so long to use the bathroom?! here I was, on the brink of peeing in my pants, and all the women infront of me just took FOREVER. Unlike me it was in, out. but I'm still wondering why they take so long. I mean, what are they doing in there, reading a book?

I have decided that even though I like some feminine things and that i can be quite feminine, of late I have just been very manly and barbaric.

camels interfere

my brother and sister were telling me a story about mohammad. God was telling mohammad that he had a hundred names. So mohammad was recording these names down. God was about to tell him the hundredth and most sacred name of all. Suddenly all the camels started yawning at the same time so mohammad never heard the hundredth most sacred name of God.

making rounds

woohoo feel good. I just spent a good hour going around the garden looking for ant hills and annihilating them with a garden hose shooting a strong jet of water! at close range! I was particularly sadistic to one ant hill. After going for a few other ant hills, I went back to look at that one. hm. there were still ants going about trying to fix up their hill. so I shot another jet of water at them. there's a hole in the ground now.

Napoleon conquers all.

well well

hm. let's see. this is my first entry on my new blog. how tremendously exciting. ok. incase you don't know yet, this is napoleon.