Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A School Song (ASS), Big Ugly Thing ThatRhymes (BUTT); Funny, Racist, Illegal, ExhaustingToRead, NotWorthyOfYourTime, Dinosaur, SanityQuestioned (FRIENDS)

Yeah so me and Abrizzle collaborated on a poem. You can tell which parts are mine coz they are awesomer. But just in case your awesomess detector isn't working, Abrizzle's lines are in bold and mine are in italics.

 Let’s see when life plans for us to meet again
What will have changed between now and then?
We may spread across the world one in NZ, one Saudi Arabia and one in USA
But may you all remember me, every step of the way
And keep in touch,
With each of us,
 Using twitter, Skype and FB,
And promise to add to our class's thread even if we are feeling lazy
But one thing I know for sure
Is that there is nothing I will miss more 
Than seeing their pretty faces everyday
And being called "girly"...whining about homework, lectures of teachers and Pictionary that we used to play
I'll miss the noise,
Fati talking about boys,
 And all of Sam's crazy chats,
Em Zee going on about Maths
Abrizzle talking about how she isn’t pink and girly,
And to everything I do, just saying ‘maskhari!’
 I'll miss taking walks in the green ground;
 the place to go to 'take a round'
And Rabeah's random, crazy hyperness
 Which lifts you up no matter how much you are depressed
And the happy dances in the basket ball court that made u ROFL!
 And the parties with all the lack of bling bling!
At the farewell on the catwalk Em Zee's shy twirl;
Sam's classes to Rabeah on how to be a girl! <3
And classes and all the times we wanted to ditch
But there were no places to hide
And the times, in ICT, when we tried to switch
So that someone else with an Abaya would be bored inside
I’ll miss those moments of craziness with you guys,
The BGLs and that birthday surprise
I’ll never forget the practical jokes we played
And the deadness that we felt at the start of each day
And all the times that we played cards,
And how we treated each other’s subjects with complete disregard
Sure, now bidding goodbye is hard and sad;
But we part with memories, good and some bad
 Slight tears in eyes;
Sad sighs;
As a little inside each one of us dies;
Tight hugs with goodbyes;
 That's where all the love lies;
But as we part now;
We hold an unsaid, unbreakable vow;
 To keep in touch and never allow;
Anyone to forget us, so for now...
CHAO! ;)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


Here I am, up to my neck in ICT
Staring at the screen until my eyes bleed,
Spending hours at a time to finish it quicker
But all I do is be on facebook, tumblr and twitter.
You'd think by now I'd have learned,
And I would shut all my stuff when ICT was concerned
But unfortunately I lack self control of any kind
And I am completely unable to focus my mind
See look at me now, with my functional specification open
But I have no doubt that I will suck at coping
Oh look mom's here, and so that I don't look bad
I'll make a serious look face and change the tab
My resolution to study is so utterly sucky
That it'll take me a week to finish this, if I'm lucky
Even now I'm blogging instead of doing my work
And tomorrow at school, Sir Nadeem will make me look like a jerk
So I guess I'll go now, before I'm mince meat
(You have full permission to bust me if you see me tweet)

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Story Game

So me and Abrizzle played the story game on Tuesday. Basically it's a game in which the first person says a word, and then the second person says another word starting with the last letter of the previous word and so on. Then when you have a list of words, you use them to write a story. the story has to contain all the words in the same order.

The list of words was:
death - humorous - salute - elephant - Turkish delight - tutor-report - Timon - nautical miles - sushi - imperius curse - eeep - palindrome - easter egg - giant - tomato soup - pepper spray - yoga - arachnid - dandelion - never after

My story:

The Inheritance

   This story starts with an ending. in this case, it was the death of the greatly venerated Uncle Dig, thus named for being the best digger of all the meerkat family and his company of gold mining. His ending was ironically humorous because he died while he was digging. The tunnel collapsed and his body was never found.
   Today, on the day of his funeral, hundreds of workers form the Gold Miners Society saluted at his memorial stone. Even the boss, Mr Howard, an elephant of noble ancestry, came to pay his respects. The flustered family tried to serve him turkish delights and lemonade but were embarrassed to find that he was allergic to both. Mr. Howard left the site, offended, but not before whispering into the ear of Uncle dig's grand nephew's tutor and handing him a brown file. Later on, the tutor reported that, had it not been for an immense sense of duty (and a large bribe) he would never have passed on the message to the grand nephew, an infant meercat named Timon.

   Many nautical miles away, in a posh restaurant, a gold digging tycoon viciously speared some sushi on to a fork and shoveled it into her mouth. A frown crossed her face and The Maid took that as a bad sign. Lady Maham clicked her fingers and six servants marched in, their faces as impassive as those under the imperius curse. "take this rubbish away" she said calmly. The Maid eeeped at the Lady's use of that sentence. Lady Maham only ever spoke palindromes  and when she didn't, it was a very bad sign. the last time it happened was when her easter egg got swapped with a giant ostrich egg. the maid still had scars from that day. 
   Ever since Lady maham had heard that a meercat named Timon had inherited the mythical treasure map to the lost city of Atlantis, she had lessened her use of palindromes drastically. Where ever this Timon was, The Maid hoped that he was running away as fast as he could.

   Far away, a grown up Timon sipped on tomato soup for his 18th birthday. today he would finally get his inheritance. the file containing the map lay before him, itching to be opened after spending almost two decades in the dark. The young meerkat reached out towards the file when suddenly the door banged open and a tall lady who reminded him of Cruella De Ville stood in the doorway with a glinting dagger in her hand. Timon knew who it was and was prepared. He quickly dumped the entire contents of the pepper shaker into his pocket perfume, creating a makeshift alcoholic pepper spray.

   Timon held his only weapon in front of him, grabbed the file and backed into the other room while Lady Maham carelessly stalked towards him with a jealous gleam in her eyes. In his mind's eye, she had a deranged grin on her face and the blade of her dagger dripped crimson. He span around and made to run for it but tripped over an inconveniently placed yoga mat, causing the pepper spray to be flung out of his reach.

  Lady Maham towered over him and was about to snatch the precious file from his grasp when Timon felt a tickle on his nose. Crossing his eyes, he saw one of the many arachnids that infested his home perched on his nose. He also noticed that Lady Maham was paralyzed with fear. before Timon could take advantage of the situation the spider scuttled off...and jumped on to the Lady's outstretched hand.

   She overreacted and started shaking her hand wildly. It was as she was doing this that her hand hit the file and it flew out of Timon's grip and sailed across the room. the manila envelope landed safely  on the windowsill and they both sighed in relief. but  they had relaxed too son, because the wind blew slightly, tilting their obsession. the old map slowly slid out of the open envelope and before it hit the floor, the fragile paper desiccated into a million bits of dust that floated away in the breeze like dandelion seeds.

   And thus the map was lost forever and Timon and Maham lived happily never after, with Maham never heard talking in palindromes again.

Read Fatima's too... here