tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79689566671460668532024-03-04T23:39:35.326-08:00Bobby is awesome9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-91185344510126863432012-05-01T05:54:00.000-07:002012-05-01T05:54:24.108-07:00Haunted House<br />
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A
window whistles, a stairwell creaks,<br />
Alive with monsters, alight with freaks.<br />
Curtains rustle; a clock strikes eight,<br />
A stifled scream, a whine of fate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Deafening
footsteps caress the floor,<br />
a body slumps still; another more.<br />
A crackle of magic, another dead<br />
dust filled rooms glow orange and red<br />
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Wide eyed blues watch from a narrow slit<br />
As evil races and dark fairies flit.<br />
Two more taken by falling beams,<br />
Anguish silenced over siren screams.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Four
remain where eight once crept,<br />
Falling still where fire leapt<br />
Hearts ignite with one last heat,<br />
But claws catch at their thudding feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A
boarded up sign sways in silent breezes,<br />
The roaring flames bites and freezes.<br />
Eyes water where throats are parched,<br />
Ashen remains where the dark light marched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Yellow
coats arrive at the scene,<br />
Spraying hope where children were last seen,<br />
Breaths catch in broken hearts,<br />
Bodies removed in covered carts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Twelve
break down and four remain,<br />
Hoping that prayers are not in vain,<br />
Two more leave and as much stay,<br />
Begging, for their child, another day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">A
flash of blue, a singed dark lock:<br />
One survived where others did not,<br />
And ignored in the relived shouts and cries,<br />
Is the glint that shines in impish eyes.<br />
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Fires die down but evil lives on,<br />
Hidden behind the victories won, <br />
And when all think it has been kept at bay,<br />
Then it shall return on that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-42144223900718978852012-01-06T02:14:00.000-08:002012-01-06T02:14:20.688-08:00Just Missing Riyadh<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">Ah Eskan, how I miss your tall towers,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">Your little bakalas open at all hours</span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">The random saudi boys playing football, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">The multiple azaans heard through the wall</span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">I miss Riyadh and the people in hijabs,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">How every road has at least ten cabs,</span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">How I could eat any food wanted to,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">And how there was a whole lot less work to do.</span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">I miss my friends and the bright sunlight,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">and how people only ever go shopping in the cover of the night</span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">I miss the streets, the sounds the smells,</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;">I even miss the random bangalis as well</span> </span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">I miss how roads were constantly rebuilt,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">I miss the dust, the sand, the silt</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">I miss eating Galaxy and seeing coke everywhere,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">I miss how wearing an abaya was not permission to stare</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">I miss hearing arabic being spoken by all,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">I miss not looking up country codes before making a call,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Not that I call anyone or anything but still you know?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Now here I am on an island far far away,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">Not the fairy tale I imagined but hey,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">At least I have cute little nephews and nieces</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;">But I swear, if they start crying one more time my brain will be in pieces >_<</span></span></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-38207856985809770552011-05-18T12:03:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:03:30.147-07:00A School Song (ASS), Big Ugly Thing ThatRhymes (BUTT); Funny, Racist, Illegal, ExhaustingToRead, NotWorthyOfYourTime, Dinosaur, SanityQuestioned (FRIENDS)<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Yeah so me and Abrizzle </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;">collaborated</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> 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.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Let’s see when life plans for us to meet again<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 16px;">What will have changed between now and then?<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">We may spread across the world one in NZ, one Saudi Arabia and one in USA<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">But may you all remember me, every step of the way<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And keep in touch,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">With each of us,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> Using twitter, Skype and FB,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And promise to add to our class's thread even if we are feeling lazy<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">But one thing I know for sure<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Is that there is nothing I will miss more <o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Than seeing their pretty faces everyday<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And being called "girly"...whining about homework, lectures of teachers and Pictionary that we used to play<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">I'll miss the noise,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Fati talking about boys,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> And all of Sam's crazy chats,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Em Zee going on about Maths<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Abrizzle talking about how she isn’t pink and girly,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And to everything I do, just saying ‘maskhari!’<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">I'll miss taking walks in the green ground;<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> the place to go to 'take a round'<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And Rabeah's random, crazy hyperness<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> Which lifts you up no matter how much you are depressed<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And the happy dances in the basket ball court that made u ROFL!<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> And the parties with all the lack of bling bling!<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">At the farewell on the catwalk Em Zee's shy twirl;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Sam's classes to Rabeah on how to be a girl! <3<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And classes and all the times we wanted to ditch<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">But there were no places to hide<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And the times, in ICT, when we tried to switch<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">So that someone else with an Abaya would be bored inside<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">I’ll miss those moments of craziness with you guys,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">The BGLs and that birthday surprise<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">I’ll never forget the practical jokes we played<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And the deadness that we felt at the start of each day<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And all the times that we played cards,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">And how we treated each other’s subjects with complete disregard<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Sure, now bidding goodbye is hard and sad;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">But we part with memories, good and some bad<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> </span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Slight tears in eyes;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Sad sighs;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">As a little inside each one of us dies;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Tight hugs with goodbyes;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> That's where all the love lies;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">But as we part now;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">We hold an unsaid, unbreakable vow;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;"> To keep in touch and never allow;<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">Anyone to forget us, so for now...<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 17px;">CHAO! ;)</span></b></span></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-78553115691665082712011-04-05T11:25:00.000-07:002011-04-05T11:25:20.874-07:00DistractedHere I am, up to my neck in ICT<br />
Staring at the screen until my eyes bleed,<br />
Spending hours at a time to finish it quicker<br />
But all I do is be on facebook, tumblr and twitter.<br />
You'd think by now I'd have learned,<br />
And I would shut all my stuff when ICT was concerned<br />
But unfortunately I lack self control of any kind<br />
And I am completely unable to focus my mind<br />
See look at me now, with my functional specification open<br />
But I have no doubt that I will suck at coping<br />
Oh look mom's here, and so that I don't look bad<br />
I'll make a serious look face and change the tab<br />
My resolution to study is so utterly sucky<br />
That it'll take me a week to finish this, if I'm lucky<br />
Even now I'm blogging instead of doing my work<br />
And tomorrow at school, Sir Nadeem will make me look like a jerk<br />
So I guess I'll go now, before I'm mince meat<br />
(You have full permission to bust me if you see me tweet)9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-1517036717517414542011-01-27T13:22:00.000-08:002011-01-27T13:32:01.239-08:00The Story GameSo 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.<br />
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The list of words was:<br />
<i><b>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</b></i><br />
<b><i><br />
</i></b><br />
My story:<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><u><b>The Inheritance</b></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br />
</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"> This story starts with an ending. in this case, it was the <u>death</u> 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 <u>humorous</u> because he died while he was digging. The tunnel collapsed and his body was never found.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Today, on the day of his funeral, hundreds of workers form the Gold Miners Society <u>saluted</u> at his memorial stone. Even the boss, Mr Howard, an <u>elephant</u> of noble ancestry, came to pay his respects. The flustered family tried to serve him <u>turkish delights</u> 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 <u>tutor</u> and handing him a brown file. Later on, the tutor <u>reported </u>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 <u>Timon</u>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Many <u>nautical miles</u> away, in a posh restaurant, a gold digging tycoon viciously speared some <u>sushi </u>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 <u>imperius curse</u>. "take this rubbish away" she said calmly. The Maid <u>eeeped </u>at the Lady's use of that sentence. Lady Maham only ever spoke <u>palindromes </u> and when she didn't, it was a very bad sign. the last time it happened was when her <u>easter egg</u> got swapped with a <u>giant</u> ostrich egg. the maid still had scars from that day. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> 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.<br />
<br />
Far away, a grown up Timon sipped on <u>tomato soup</u> 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 <u>pepper spray</u>.<br />
<br />
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 <u>yoga</u> mat, causing the pepper spray to be flung out of his reach.<br />
<br />
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 <u>arachnids</u> 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.<br />
<br />
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 <u>dandelion</u> seeds.<br />
<br />
And thus the map was lost forever and Timon and Maham lived happily <u>never after</u>, with Maham never heard talking in palindromes again. <br />
<br />
:D:D:D<br />
Read Fatima's too... <a href="http://thearabianprincess.wordpress.com/2011/01/27/pumba%E2%80%99s-life%E2%80%A6%E2%80%A6%E2%80%A6-at-risk/">here</a><br />
</div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-47121844755629594632010-12-31T10:47:00.000-08:002010-12-31T10:47:11.825-08:00Rambling Tomorrow is the first day of a new year. More importantly, it is my mom's birthday. She's been the same age for the last five years or so coz every time I ask her age, it's the same. Her age-defying cream must really work. It is also Eiichiro Oda's birthday too. In case you don't know, he's the guy who drew the manga for one of my favorite anime's ever, One Piece *cue theme song*.<br />
<br />
There is something about birthdays of people who write books or draw anime that make you really appreciate how short and fragile life really is. At any moment, they could die. And then...You will never know what happens next in the series. I know that sounds really materialistic and everything but it really bugs me. Imagine how different the end of Lord of the Rings might have been if the author hadn't gone off and died? I mean, I know he wrote down the whole history and everything but there is an image in the mind of an author that only he can write down perfectly. The current books are more like a description of something that the nephew of J.R.R Tolkein has never actually seen.<br />
<br />
A million times worse than that is the loose end of Charlie and the White House. I want to know what happens and yet, Roald Dahl is dead and nobody will ever be born that can take what he wrote and continue it. It sucks.<br />
<br />
Imagine you are on the most epic, most thrillery, most cliff-hanging episode of Vampire Dairies/Grey's anatomy/random-TV-series-that-you-watch-like-an-addict.and the episode is over and you are on the edge of your seat, wishing like crazy for Friday to come along with the next episode. and then two minutes later you find out that the series will never be continued coz the guys who were making up the plot suddenly died and left you hanging there.<br />
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I told this depressing thought to my parents and they came up with the solution: Just ask God when you go to heaven. This seems like a really great idea until you realize that heaven is going to be so awesome, you won't care about silly things like pirates or vampires or whatever. It makes you wish there was a place where you could make a list of all the things you want to ask for in Heaven so that when you get there, you can be reminded of what your pre-heaven self wanted. And then maybe your Heaven self will be like "OK, since this person worked so hard to get me here, I might as well humor her". That would be cool. Maybe the first thing on the top of the list could be "I want curiosity about what happens next in One Piece' or something. And then your Heaven self would care!<br />
<br />
Anywho, my mom wants me to go to sleep. Little does she know that I'm going to stay awake till twelve and light a mini sparkler in the kitchen. But I suppose it's a good thing because otherwise, I'd never stop rambling on here.9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-3588573998331624362010-12-07T09:37:00.000-08:002010-12-07T09:41:53.520-08:00BS. No, not what you're thinking. I mean Business Studies...Or maybe it is what you're thinkingSometimes, you can ignore what's going on in the world. People can piss me off and I will just assume my no-expression face and not say anything till I'm sure my next words won't be a string of curses. But then there are things that you can't just tune out. Somethings just push through the gaps of the hands you've buried your face in and slap you repetitively on the same place. And then just when you've stopped wincing and crack open your eyes, it slaps you again. Sometimes, you're the one doing it to yourself. Because you have to.<br />
<div><br />
</div><div>Because sometimes, you have a business assessments tomorrow.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Of course, this isn't a very regular occurrence. And that just makes it worse coz teachers think 'This may be the only test they'll take seriously for a long time! Quick, name as many chapters as you can in 2 minutes!'. This is actually a lot more than you would think. Especially when they can just go "68 to 73!' and not "sixty-eiiight, sixty-niiiinnneee, seveeenttyyyyy, seventy oonnnnneeee and seventy twooooooo!'.<br />
<br />
So here I am studying 16 chapters of business in which 50% of the words are synonyms of objectives, 40% is something like 'strategy', 'aims' or 'tactics' which are all<i> extremely</i> different things, and rest is just a truckload of adjectives describing how awesome the iPhone is. And for no other apparent reason than to make me hungry, they have a random picture of KitKat Senses. And also, just like in "Where's Wally", the writers of this book have a profound sense of happiness in trying to hide the word 'corporate objective' in every chapter and it is our job to find it out and highlight it. Coz obviously anything with as big a word as 'corporate' must be important.</div><div><br />
Also, Human Resources does not deserve so many chapters to it's name. I bet no one actually uses psychometric testing. I bet they all just check if your suit is from Jigsaw or a thrift shop and hire you based on that. Or how much gel you were able to get in your hair without looking like Ken. Or how important your briefcase full of junk food looks. Or whether or not you can curl your tongue and do that alien sign with your hands, coz that is an important feature that every business person must have.<br />
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Ok, Em Zee if getting pissy about me studying for my exam coz she is so understanding like that. I hope you have fun with your lives and achieve all your corporate objectives.<br />
Ok, that wasn't the best hiding place.</div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-62936440433197711262010-11-26T06:59:00.000-08:002010-11-26T07:27:32.633-08:00*randomness*If you still believe<div>That the moon is cheese</div><div>And never forget</div><div>To mention Pluto as a planet</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then you have a friend in me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you grew up watching 'Hey, Arnold!'</div><div style="text-align: left;">And looking in closets for another world</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you remember what the end of 1999 was like</div><div style="text-align: left;">And the thrill of chasing after cars on your bike</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then you have a friend in me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you waited each week for a F.R.I.E.N.D.S episode to come out</div><div style="text-align: left;">And miss when no one knew what Twilight was about</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you still can't get over Sirius Black dying</div><div style="text-align: left;">And at the end of the sixth book you were crying</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you have a friend in me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you are curious about the Bermuda triangle</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Or hate wearing any jewelry: necklace, ring or bangle</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If the only cosmetic you use is lip balm</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And if your favorite writing pad is your palm</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you have a friend in me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you smile in silence coz of the funny things you think</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And your favorite murder game is Cluedo or Wink</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If deep down inside you know that mythical creatures are real</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">or have ever tried to make a fishing rod with sinker and reel</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you have a friend in me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you have read more books than you care to count</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And wonder what the view is like from Everest's mount</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you sometimes pretend to be a professional ice skater</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Or procrastinate all your work to a never arriving 'later'</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you have a friend in me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you have always wanted to cut a Barbie's hair</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Or have tried to imagine what life would be like without you there</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you spend hours more than usual solving a Rubik's game</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And want to bottle the smell that follows rain</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you have a friend in me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you know all the Disney songs completely by heart</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And have never visited the famous Walmart</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If you always wished you could learn the use of an arrow and bow</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">And your favorite Tellitubby was Edgar Allen Po</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you have a friend in me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">If sometimes you wonder if everyone can see the same way</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Or if you're hearing something other than what others say</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you have always wanted to be a warrior for your land</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Then you know you'll always have a place to stand</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Coz you have a friend in me</span></i></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-83947918346474243422010-11-07T03:38:00.000-08:002010-11-10T01:45:22.062-08:00The Ministry of InteriorSo, because I live in Eskan, I pass the Ministry of Interior quite a lot. and because we don't talk much in the car, I have loads of time to envision what though processes were going on in the minds of the crazy architects who made the building.<div>However, I have spent the last couple of days throwing all my english-ness into a letter to a certain someone and now I am all out of words. So here is a picture thing I made :) About...</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMS0FzrPAjHzW21XKrnfXGyTusc-Pds3QQmFBo5-2pXZRgnupFNm_wjAir2JdSsjdFqZ9ST4LTQN9sSwqgH0wYQnjw9XTiwlqzVt_xDdgMGWDMvHrCbWa2sZ9jcHmzckgVP3j5efPFdlc/s320/1.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536773346120054098" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiQOqhSrI7tXL1y2eperJjWEQQNV4EYXvh2Nq0Fi-ygsBaK1xjECU1R_rL5EWddd0XPhY96GzxSjtiFeJNKqmc4FQ8Q9ETVLpD_fUKRhkcaPY_Z5q1CELnIwvIgOJOZ5JLC0KfApwXY0cl/s320/2.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536773976434971202" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzmhSUBaJa07iIPuXWs040yBi5Q1O8g4omwFTQBGGQq5ouBqqA8oQU8BCCuairy2owHeqmlTcM_4X5gXFAIz-BdGiIeG2UBYGA6cbCOcM8zRz4DDWRB9_uLzpp_3yPV5qW46KFgonir5Q/s320/3.bmp" style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536778784978131026" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYPcaoe0J6fCIyljHEZxpLmR-y9pO12nEzxtp7E_7vbvB7YhAdDSMJWX1uxbsZh1ym89Ifen1fTMAX9aVB0FLUn1SY_Em97HNij3rgertR5cXybP7ZO0cHhJuAAL0syx9nDP1rA8a2Kc8/s320/10.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536779042075133842" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4NuTCCkbE6QjgZqBw65Kjztm2LlhfpO4l2bNXYrCetG9oWc72UxiiuAQZBmnl2qXM_XKKPmxeXoPlema9Y1PbU15udyHpm3pEosWHRKn-7cqdsTWjSfq-xxRAMl9jv2b8jqRXdhZo5Nk/s320/11.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536779364120847954" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb73nRt-rs_drUVHJzK0WNCHHw1Tpr7pX1LoOyu3cxybZeBtBmCY5K1QtuBjuQvE7NY96gR7F_iGakESzKVWOc7RvPBELEyxMfz2N0DxH3vp_cUwEUSHiHR-MnZTIVyXdSKqT5CSY0mJS/s1600/12.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb73nRt-rs_drUVHJzK0WNCHHw1Tpr7pX1LoOyu3cxybZeBtBmCY5K1QtuBjuQvE7NY96gR7F_iGakESzKVWOc7RvPBELEyxMfz2N0DxH3vp_cUwEUSHiHR-MnZTIVyXdSKqT5CSY0mJS/s320/12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536779583082188226" /></a>I think theory 3 is the most likely, but I didn't want to get in trouble with the officials so I drew less for it. Also I was kinda sleepy :P<br />Did you notice that I drew New Zealand and Australia on the world? Ha win.<br /><br /><div><br /></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-34575012639448627322010-10-10T11:45:00.000-07:002010-10-10T12:33:04.781-07:00Hajra be hjappy.I have some news that is very bad<div>My friend, Hajra Nadeem, is feeling sad. </div><div>You may think that this happening is a norm</div><div>But it is as rare as for Riyadh, a snow storm</div><div>So here is a poem to cheer her up</div><div>Since I am unable to give her a comforting hot cocoa cup</div><div>Lets start with the things that she really likes</div><div>And avoid depressing things like multi-vitamin tablets and spikes</div><div>Firstly she loves things that are of an orange shade</div><div>And from the fridge, cheese is what she loves to raid</div><div>She likes thistle nuts that do not taste bitter</div><div>And revealing her friend's deep, dark secrets all over twitter</div><div>Ok that last line wasn't completely true</div><div>But if she did know any secrets, that is what she would do.</div><div>She likes Mrs. Rubina Aizaz, the teacher of math</div><div>Anyone who insults this lady will face Hajra's wrath</div><div>She keeps the world safe from pollution and such</div><div>And she cares about elephants very, VERY much</div><div>About awesomeness she has an awesome view</div><div>Even though she sometimes gets stuck in the school loo</div><div>Reality to her is on the same level as delusion</div><div>I say this as I finish writing my ICT conclusion</div><div>She thinks that Damon Salvatore is really hot</div><div>But on the topic of Vampire Diaries I shall stray not</div><div>She is a part of the ninja association</div><div>And likes delivering strepsils to me like rations</div><div>She falls in love with SAT vocab lists</div><div>The time 10:10:10 10/10/10 is what I again just missed.</div><div>Ok now I'm a bit depressed</div><div>But next year I wont miss 11:11:11 11/11/11, my sister says</div><div>Anywho, If aliens were ever to land on earth</div><div>This tall human would be filled with mirth</div><div>And she would teach them the correct way to write and speak English</div><div>Even if they are considering eating her on a dish</div><div>Did I say that she likes elephants?</div><div>And she'd like some nephew or niece infants</div><div>she likes reading books</div><div>About villains and crooks</div><div>But in the end they should be defeated</div><div>Her love for elephants should be repeated</div><div>My leg bone is feeling rather brittle</div><div>She will be the inventor of the blue skittle</div><div>Her allies are many and are scattered over the lands</div><div>About her future career she has many plans</div><div>I asked my sister what I should write next</div><div>And this is what she said in the current context:</div><div>I hope, Hajra, that this cheered you up</div><div>And makes you feel very...gulp.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope you feel gulp now, oh HNIK of awesomeness :D</div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-15335458119623171412010-05-31T07:14:00.000-07:002010-05-31T08:14:55.177-07:00Dedicated to HNIK<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Now it's time to bring it around town. BRING IT AROUND TOOOWWNNN!" -SpongeBob SquarePants. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*adopt French accent* </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Ahhh...Riyadh. The fan is whirling, the ants are scurrying and all is peaceful as Rabeah blissfully enjoys her vacations.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">BWAHAHAHAHA! I HAVE NO EXAMS!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">*licks ice cream*</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">I want to write a poem but all I can think of is 'Arratikano yume wo kaki atsume!'</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Once upon a long ago, much longer than it may seem </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There was a very tall girl whose name was Hajra Nadeem</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She was not like you and I, let that much be clear</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But she was different in a good way, so there is nothing to fear</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She would delight in skipping around and popping bubble wrap</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And watching cartoons of pirates finding treasure without a map</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sometimes she would let out that she was, in fact, a ninja</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But she was of such abysmal grace that it would make you cringe-a (I still can't find any other rhyme for it)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She went on many adventures great, and made a lot of friends</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And when she would rest she would use the computer lab for her own ends</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She had such a command over the English language that it made her a sesquipedalian</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But she still enjoyed reading stories for kids about Puff the dragon and aliens</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Ok I'm all out of ideas :S.......... How about:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Today this crazy young ninja/gangster/pirate/lass graduated for PISES</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And before she goes into any other educational establishment I hope she thinks twices.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Yeah OK :D</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Be happy HNIK!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Now...ONE PIEEEECCCEEEE!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO! </span></span></span></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-43991595338514468642010-04-17T07:02:00.000-07:002010-04-17T07:27:58.834-07:00Bubble Gum poetryHere's a poem I remember from forever:<div><br /><div>I'm in trouble</div><div>Blew a bubble</div><div>Peeled it off my nose</div><div>Felt a rock</div><div>Inside my sock </div><div>Got gum between my toes</div><div>Blew another</div><div>Told my brother</div><div>We could blow a pair</div><div>Give three cheers</div><div>Now our ears </div><div>Are sticking to our hair</div><div>:D:D:D:D</div><div>(copyright Nina Payne)</div><div><br /></div><div>Me and my sisters used to make these school journals and put the craziest things inside.</div><div>We used to decide a title and everyone would have to write a story on it and then we would pass out comments and grade them and then put them in the journals. And all sorts of stories and poems and simply awesome things. And we used to get turns for designing the cover and then Haniaa would sew up the pages so it looked like a real book. I still have all of them :D</div><div>Here's another really long poem:</div><div><br /></div><div>A Madison avenue whizkid</div><div>Thought it a disgrace</div><div>That no one had exploited </div><div>The possibilities in space</div><div>Discussed it with a client</div><div>Who agreed and very soon</div><div>A thousand miles of neon tubing</div><div>Were transported to the moon</div><div><br /></div><div>Now no one can ignore it </div><div>The product's selling fine</div><div>The night they turned the moon</div><div>Into a Coca Cola sign</div><div><br /></div><div>It's called MAD AD by roger McGough</div><div><br /></div><div>Read ALL of these :D</div><div><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=90FR9DL4gucC&pg=PA42&lpg=PA42&dq=A+madison+avenue+whizkid%0AThought+it+a+disgrace%0AThat+no+one+had+exploited%C2%A0%0Athe+possibilities+in+space&source=bl&ots=lmhAOOE0g4&sig=8SuLq98ryi2wmEs3WsVkiuwUWlo&hl=en&ei=zsPJS7fyPJWUOLbYuKgG&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CAoQ6AEwAQ&safe=active#v=onepage&q&f=false">http://books.google.com/books?id=90FR9DL4gucC&pg=PA42&lpg=PA42&dq=A+madison+avenue+whizkid%0AThought+it+a+disgrace%0AThat+no+one+had+exploited %0Athe+possibilities+in+space&source=bl&ots=lmhAOOE0g4&sig=8SuLq98ryi2wmEs3WsVkiuwUWlo&hl=en&ei=zsPJS7fyPJWUOLbYuKgG&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CAoQ6AEwAQ&safe=active#v=onepage&q&f=false</a></div><div><br /></div></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-38595144324192535222010-02-25T04:43:00.000-08:002010-02-25T05:34:43.006-08:00When you have to give Unit 2 in on Saturday<div>If I was a pirate sailing out on distant seas</div><div>Just like the straw hat crew shown in One Piece</div><div>I'm sure I wouldn't have any ICT projects to make</div><div>Instead I would be guzzling down several bottles of sake</div><div>Or fighting with my devil-fruit ability of fire</div><div>Or docking my ship at an unknown pier<i> (yea I know that doesn't rhyme but it does the way I pronounce it)</i></div><div>To find out what mysteries the new island hides</div><div>And make it back before the change of tides</div><div>Maybe I would be fighting some over-zealous geek</div><div>Making small work of him with my three sword technique</div><div>Or I could be collecting more people for my crew</div><div>I just need a musician and then I am through</div><div>Maybe I'm digging for a mythical treasure</div><div>Or helping a reindeer find the ultimate cure <i>(that doesn't rhyme either :S But who cares?)</i></div><div>Or making a map of the entire earth</div><div>Or having a party filled with meat and mirth</div><div>Perhaps I'm battling with crazy marine men</div><div>and winning even though they outnumber us 1 to 10 <i>(that should be 10 to 1 but hey!)</i></div><div>I could even be challenging the greatest of pirates</div><div>Or increasing my strength along with my ship-mates</div><div>Maybe I'm trying to get back my shadow</div><div>Or stopping to restock because supplies are low</div><div>But who knows and who cares what I would be doing if I was that way?</div><div>I still have to give Unit 2 to Ms.H on Saturday :(</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">Yes, I do have a sad existence. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">But that is OK because I can change the font to orange if I want to :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968956667146066853.post-18433413666892940882010-02-13T01:15:00.001-08:002010-02-13T02:10:28.616-08:00When you have Accounting the next day<div> Today I was trying to be deep and philosophical to see what it felt like but all I could come up with was "Why don't we get mint Aeros in KSA?". The depth of my brain is only as deep as the chocolate rivers in 'Charlie and the chocolate factory' which is quite deep but is made up of brown, gooey chocolate.</div><div> Which reminds me that when I was a kid and had finished Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for the first time (it took me FIVE WHOLE DAYS!!) I imagined that Willy Wonka was real. He lived far away in a different world which was like our own except for a few things. I thought that all writers were somehow magically in touch with their own parallel universes and wrote about them and other people would call them fictional stories (Fictional was such a big word then:P) when they were actually real. And that I could visit them in my dreams. I used to keep 60c on my bedside just in case I went to Willy Wonka's world so I could buy a Wonka's Whipple Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight. I was never lucky.</div><div> But really, we need mint Aeros in Saudi Arabia. </div><div> Which somehow reminds me that I have an accounting exam tomorrow which I haven't actually studied for. Even though I had the whole weekend to do so. I'm gonna fail aren't I? And here I am writing this:S </div><div> Ah well...Time well spent in my opinion:D</div>9tails_RZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17286567979278971823noreply@blogger.com4