Saturday, September 27, 2008

I've been running in circles all day long.

So a few days back, my cousins came over from Laredo on a visit for 3 weeks. They're to be staying in our house of course and due to that reason, I've been rather busy.

Since they arrived to our house at night, they just changed, ate, met my other aunt and went to sleep. They seemed to be to tired for anything, so we didn't do anything that day- well, we did fix the sleeping arrangements. Ha, let's just say that where I sleep, if I turn even a little bit, there's a chance of me falling down the bed.

The next few days were rather eventful, I'd say! On the 25th of September and we were invited to one of my aunt's house to have lunch. We arrived there, fashionably late of course (ha) and started to talk to each other as if we hadn't ever met each other before which was partially true because my cousins haven't been to DUbai in over 8 years. At Aunt Lily's house, the dining table to be specific, I was looking at all the food and, mainly, my aunt's expression. She seemed quite worn out from cooking so much food. It was a feast really- you wouldn't believe the amount of food she cooked! Not to mention her kids barely helped her, so one person doing all that work was just wonderful. And then, as you already know, for the past week or so I've been having this internal debate on whether to continue fasting or not. I mean, I think if I feel doing this, I might as well just stop eating altogether. Ha. There goes my sarcasm. As I said before, I was staring at the food, the debate still going on between my two minds and then I Came to this conclusion 'Why the freaking heck not?'I mean, it's a rather wonderful thought, isn't it? Also, I was thinking that it was the 25th- a pretty nice date. So at 3:15 on the 25th of September2008, I broke my fast for this year. From that time on, I have not fasted anymore. After their house, we walked quite a bit to a place called Meena Bazaar. Their expressions were quite fun to watch when they saw about 12 gold shops with various types of jewelery and designs.Imagine. All this happened in only one day.

The next wasn't resting day either! We did tons of things and my older cousin, after I came out from the shower, decided to put make up on me. Now see, I'm not too fond of this type of thing because it tends not to suit me and it's suppose to ruin your skin. Mine's already ruined, so I really wasn't planning to ruin it anymore. I shrugged in response though; one time makeup couldn't hurt, now could it? See, though, the thing is that we were going to my other aunt's house for lunch and whenever I wear makeup(if I ever do) I only wear it on occassions or special events. Shrugging the thought off, I allowed her to put quite a few things on me. I, of course, tried to be cooperative, but when someone's trying to stick a pencil in your eyeball, it's rather hard. I'd say. Psh.After that, though, I asked her if she could do my hair as well, just for the sake of experimenting. So these are the few things she put on her. A light shade of pink eyeshadow with bits of glitter on it to match my outfit, mascara on the ends of my lashes to emphasize the thickness, a bit of a blush for the cheek-bones as to blend in with the eyeshadow and skin color, and eyeliner for the darkness. Oh, and did I mention that lipstick was put on me too? Well, it was. In addition to my makeup, though, I liked my hair as I used two of my new silver sparkly clips that were put up in a rather different hairstyle- one I can't do on myself. Lunch was delicious, as usual, and I don't think it was just because I Was hungry. A few relatives I wasn't expecting also showed up there, but an hour before we left, two of my uncles launched into an argument about-- you know it. Religion. Can you believe it? I almost got so frustrated that I felt like marching up to them and just telling them off. Yes, my extended family is filled with different branches of religion, so what's wrong with that? Nothing I tell you, but really, the way they were acting was just childish. To accuse another people and tell them that their views and opinions are wrong. Let them be. If they don't want to reason with you, just leave them. How hard is that to do? Well, anyways, after that, we drove to this place called Dragonmart. Now this place is rumored to have 4000 stalls there. Brilliant, isn't it? Sadly, I started getting a bit sad there because everything I was seeing and liking, my parents kept reminding me that I already have too much of. Alright, so I might have a bit too much jewelry or clothes, but does that mean that I can't enjoy those clothes or at least try them on? It doesn't matter I suppose. What's done is done. I enjoyed myself all in all, but it seemed to me that my cousins were highly disappointed as they were expecting something better. Afterwards, we went to a restaurant called Gazebo and I, personally, enjoyed all the 6 dishes we ordered. Romali Roti is the way to go. Ha. So we, being the cool people we are, reached home at about 2 in the morning and somehow fell asleep at 3 in the morning.

Talk about eventful,eh?

Today- the 27th of September was the only day that I actually managed to get some rest. I suppose it was mainly due to the fact that my cousins were out with their relatives for the entire day. I wonder what tomorrow will be like ..Although there's just one problem with all of this- I can't find anytime to study or blog. Also, tomorrow is my friend, Lucy's, 16th birthday.

Friday, September 12, 2008

The 10th post.

I got tagged by Arfa to post a few random facts, so that's exactly what I shall do.

My handwriting changes often depending on what position I'm sitting in and which pen I'm using.
In the supermarkets, I can't stand to see the dead fish.
I mean come on. They're like staring at you and taunting you about their death.
If that made any sense, that is.
I'm a huge people person and love social events/crowds/parties
I might be a bit too pessimistic at times
Sometimes I wish I had contacts.
My moods can change in a fraction of a milli-second.
I get tanned very easily
I would love to travel all around the world.
Especially in airplanes.
Since I just love them for no apparent reason.
Perhaps it's the atmosphere.
Or the games.
Or the music.
Or the food.
Or the pilot and the airhostess.
But I just love travelling in planes.
Dreams. I am obsessed about my dreams.
Or even my nightmares.
I find my them highly amusing.
I find them more entertaining than many shows.
It's probably because I have an extremely huge imagination and they turn out to be very bizzare
At times, it isn't that good.
I also like to remember them and write about them.
But 2-5 minutes after I wake up, I tend to forget about most of it.
I like texting more than I like to talk to people on the phone.
I have a big hate for smoking.
No, that does not mean that if you smoke I will immediately hate you.
I just hate the idea of smoking and everything related to it.
Many people find it surprising as I'm from the States and I've never ever had a puff.
Actually, I'm never planning to either.
You know something else people find surprising?
The fact that I've never had a boyfriend.
Now it's not like I haven't had the chance to get one.
I was just never interested in that sort of a relationship.
And I still am not.
Right- sorry to disappoint you guys.
I tend to tease most of my friends.
I find it amusing and fun.
But I don't like it when others tease/call them names/annoy them
I know lots of songs, but I usually never know the singer or the band.
Even if I like the band, I don't go so much into detail as to know each member's name and lifestory.
The first thing I notice about a person would probably be either their eyes or their hair.
I have wavy hair currently.
I used to have straight long hair.
I want it back.
After this haircut, I'm not planning to cut my hair for a long time
I hate all indian TV dramas. I find them really really annoying and stupid.
I will not sleep before 9PM until I'm extremely tired.
And that's rare.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I took comas instead of science.
I take pride in being different.
I wouldn't like to be 'like everyone else'
How boring does that sound?
Like every other person, sometimes I do wish I was in their place instead of being where I am.
I am arguementative.
I won't back down.
I'm a tiny bit rebelious.
I cannot hold grudges.
Unless the person has person has affected me in a very strong way
And that's an extremely rare thing.
Almost all my actions and opinions have a reason behind them.
They aren't formed out of thin air.
My hope in humanity is starting to slowly fade away.
I wish to learn more about different cultures and religions.
I find them really fun and interesting.
I also love experiencing new things and food.
I adore roller coasters.
Especially the huge ones.
They make me smile.
I tend to give nicknames to people.
But usually only to the ones that I usually am around.
I'm extremely talkative.
It's rare to find me quiet.
But that usually means that I'm either caught up in my own thoughts.
Or something happened a while ago and my mood is just a bit off.
But I get back to normal soon after that.
I tend to be sarcastic.
It hurts people sometimes.
But old habits do die hard.
I'd rather take a picture.
Than be in it.
Just because I find myself as the subject of the picture to be boring.
My first impressions of people are almost always right.
And they don't change unless something very drastic happens.
My first impressions to other people tend to suck.
Probably because I refuse to show myself ahead of time.
Not in the U.A.E at least.
But once I get closer to them.
I believe I can start to trust them.
Unfortunately, the trust tends to break just moments later.
I love making people smile and laugh.
It makes me feel as if I've actually done something.
I like fresh squeezed juice more than the ones you buy in the supermarket.
Not because they're healthy.
Because they actually taste good.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Say What?

So, believe it or not, I was pretty excited when I woke up this morning because it was to be my first day in grade 11. At first, I thought there was nothing to look forward to because all my classmates and teachers were to be the same. Then, someone told me that my teachers might change; that surely gave me some hope. So I walked through the same corridor which I did 3 months ago, looking at the same faces that hadn't changed. And then Tarushi came up to me and gave me a news that was to change my year."Miss Mariama(don't even bother correcting my spelling) is your class teacher." I've heard about her and she's said to be strict, but I was okay with that- I mean, even Miss Sindhu was pretty strict. So I just shrugged thinking that my teachers this year were going to be better than the last. After all, the teachers in grade 10 were not that great so even a teacher a little better would satisfy me a lot. What I wasn't expecting when I entered my new class, 11G5, was to hear the sound of Arfa sqeaking and people actually greeting me. That totally brought a grin to my face. I passed by the classroom,shaking hands with a few people here and there. Yes, what disappointed me was the fact that those Arabic chicks hadn't changed and they were still ignoring my presence and the fact that people were ignoring my hand when I extended it for a handshake. So anyways, we chatted here and there and I was way more talkative than usual. I think it's because I was just trying to push everything aside for now. And then Mariamma came strolling inside the class and bam. There went my first impression of her. So I understand that they all have IGs this year, but why do they have to put all the pressure on someone else to be the president or the vice president? Okay, so I admit, I wasn't interested in the class council at all; I have better things to do, but when Arfa was forced to be the president and nobody was listening to her refusing the post, I just couldn't help but feel bad for her so I took up the post of the Vice President. Like I said, I really wasn't interested, but if it'll ease her up a bit, I suppose it isn't too bad. My original plans, actually, for this post was to rant about everything that happened today, but, no, I've changed my mind. You know why? Because I'm the kind of person who can't stay mad at something or someone for too long. I know, it sucks, but I really can't. I usually either forget the reason why I'm angry or my anger just kinda fades away. So that's what happened today. I was angry- pissed, frustrated even when I reached back home.I mean, I went to school with high spirits and a hyper grin, but when I returned, my spirits were totally dampened and I was just feeling nothing. Just a mix of emotions. You know what changed all that? The grin on my little brother's lips when he told me that 'today's day was awesome. our teacher didn't let anyone fight.' Just those few words made my anger slowly vanish. After I changed, I urged him to continue and he told me about his entire day- his friends, his teacher, his class and his principle. As he continued to talk, my anger just totally diminished and then a thought struck me. 'What's the point of being angry anyways? They don't care about the students emotionally. They just want to do their job and get their salaries, so shouldn't I do the same as well? I'll just get some knowledge, try to study and do my exams.' Sounds reasonable, doesn't it? Granted, the anger hasn't vanished completely, but it's barely there now. In just an hour, all of the anger is gone because of a small living being. It almost makes me feel guilty for the past.

Friday, September 05, 2008

Faith is a poor substitute for logic and reason.

It hurts. I mean it seriously hurts when the same topic and the same question is brought back every 10-15 days. I can't answer the question, but it's almost always directed to me and I can't ever give an answer to them. Their accusing eyes are hard to escape. It's as if they all want to taunt me for making this decision of mine, but what did I know? The one time when I wanted someone trustworthy, there was nobody to guide me. Sometimes they do, in front of strangers, assure the others that the decision made is a better choice as life there would be extremely hard, but I know the truth. It's all just fake. When the strangers leave, the same unhappy atmosphere will replace the one that was just there. Along came this other who isn't so close to me. A relative, but nevertheless, he isn't so close. He said it was okay and that life there would be better; everyone would be happier. Torn between the two worlds, I agreed with him and got a bit closer to him. Or so I thought. What did I know that he was just saying things and he didn't know any better? What did I know that once the decision would be made, I'd be regretting it every second day of the time I'm here? And then they all come and blame me. Some directly and some indirectly, but I understand what they mean to say- I've ruined their life and mine and well. They should have helped me, correct? But they believe that I should have asked them for help- only then would they know that I needed help. I was young and didn't know the truth about many others. Granted, I'm still young, but not as dense anymore. They, on the other hand, knew the truth about those people, so shouldn't they have guided me without me asking them? Perhaps they should have, but they didn't, so here I am and no matter what I feel, all those small little happinesses that sneak in their way just keep reminding me that if I didn't make that decision, they would have all felt happier.