this weekend i need to do lots of things...
-study for chem
-plan out mothers day party
-blog some more :)
-watch two bio 203 lectures
-add more points to my meal-point account (YES IM RUNNING OUT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE)
-buy new headphones
-go to my friends house to drop off her clothes
-visit my new born nephew!
SO MUCH TO DO! So little time...im going out to finally see my new born nephew!! IM SO EXCITED! CANT WAIT! I saw pictures of him, hes soo cute. Wonder how cute he'll look in real life.
Showing posts with label Saba Ilyas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saba Ilyas. Show all posts
Saturday, May 8, 2010
my own account
im going to continue blogging after this class is over. I really enjoy blogging. Im going to create my own account and make my own blogspot. I really like it, it clears my head at the end of the day. This will really help me. I can jot down my thoughts and ideas.
oh no!
oh no, oh no, too little time left...must study, i hope i do well this term. I tried really hard. I worked really hard. Lets go FINALS! I know I can do this! MOTIVATE YOURSELF!!
i love to blog...
i love to blog, blogging is so fun and enjoyable. its so interesting. I like writing out my thoughts and sharing my feelings with others. Blogging is the new "fad." I say everyone should have a blog. Its the best way to communicate.
biryani...
i love biryani..my mom makes it so well. Those who do'nt know what biryani is, here's a picture of it.
Its basically rice and chicken and some spices. Whenever my mom makes it for my friends, my friends also really enjoy eating it.
donating blood...
i went to a lecture a while ago about donating blood...and here are my thoughts:
My first and only time donating blood was not a good experience, which is why I was reluctant to donate blood for this extra credit blood assignment. My first time, after I had donated blood, I went to the refreshments center to drink apple juice. However, a girl next to me fainted while I was drinking juice. Maybe, this had caused me to faint or my low blood pressure. Basically, I stayed at the blood donation site for eight hours(I even missed class since my blood pressure wouldn’t rise back up) I remember myself fainting, and I don’t want to feel that way again. Because every time I would get up to leave, I felt nauseous and light headed. Although, I had a “bad” experience at the blood donation center, I must say I was proud; three strangers would be getting help from my one donation. I would love to donate blood again, but I am scared of the outcome. I don’t want to repeat the same incident. Also, since my sister was there, I think she would not want to donate blood either. Nonetheless, I realize the importance of donating blood. Hearing Farzana Ali’s story, I am encouraged to tell others to donate blood. Especially, when one donation can save three lives and that every two seconds someone in the United States is in need of blood.
My first and only time donating blood was not a good experience, which is why I was reluctant to donate blood for this extra credit blood assignment. My first time, after I had donated blood, I went to the refreshments center to drink apple juice. However, a girl next to me fainted while I was drinking juice. Maybe, this had caused me to faint or my low blood pressure. Basically, I stayed at the blood donation site for eight hours(I even missed class since my blood pressure wouldn’t rise back up) I remember myself fainting, and I don’t want to feel that way again. Because every time I would get up to leave, I felt nauseous and light headed. Although, I had a “bad” experience at the blood donation center, I must say I was proud; three strangers would be getting help from my one donation. I would love to donate blood again, but I am scared of the outcome. I don’t want to repeat the same incident. Also, since my sister was there, I think she would not want to donate blood either. Nonetheless, I realize the importance of donating blood. Hearing Farzana Ali’s story, I am encouraged to tell others to donate blood. Especially, when one donation can save three lives and that every two seconds someone in the United States is in need of blood.
cake
my favorite food has to be velvet cake..i really like it, it tastes soo good...somebody give me velvet cake now...but the one they sell at roth is kinda disgusting...
glasses...
i broke my glasses two days ago...i have to get them fixed, I'm not sure how to tell my mom and dad. I recently got these new glasses. I know my dad will just get them fixed, but my mom will yell at me. Sighs, parents...can't wait for tomorrow. I have a huge event planned for my mother. I brought her a present, I got her a pearl necklace and carrot cake (that's her favorite cake) I hope tomorrow goes well, I want my mom to be happy tomorrow and every day! Everyday is mother's day.
Sweet Revenge
She couldn’t go to sleep, she tossed and turned, yet all her efforts seemed hopeless. Ever since her parents left for vacation to Aruba, she was having a hard time falling asleep. Slowly, she let her mind wander off to dreamland. She was snoring lightly when a chilly breeze seeped in through her window. She woke up and closed the window. As she lied back down, she heard a subtle noise in the hallway. She stayed awake, wary of her surroundings. Gradually, the sounds became louder. She was frightened, but remained calm. She got out of bed and walked to her desk, pulled open the cabinet and grabbed the pistol. Suddenly, the door creaked. The stranger had entered the room. It was a dark night, and nothing could be seen. She breathed slowly and silently behind the door. The stranger was still at the door overlooking an empty bed. He walked into the room slowly. She held her breath. No, she did not want to kill him. Gently she grabbed her curling iron and walked towards the stranger. Just as he turned his head, she struck the curling iron on his head, and he fell to the ground with a great thump. He moaned. Slowly, though, he was gaining conscience. She was too busy dialing 911 to realize that he was fully conscience in a matter of seconds. He reached into his jeans and grabbed his gun.
He woke up and saw that it was late afternoon. As he got out of bed, his head felt heavy. Did he drink too much last night? He couldn’t remember. He got ready and walked out of his house. It was beautiful outside. As he walked he heard the crunching of the leaves under him. Autumn. He loved it. The leaves orange, red, yellow, and brown. He sniffed the cold air and felt lighter. He was a lonely man. Never fell in love, nor wanted too. His mother passed away when he was young. He never met his father, never wanted to. As a young child his stepmother took care of him. And of course he remembered his step-sister. He hated her; she was the chief reason why he left the house. She would taunt him. Hurt him. Emasculate him. Soon, after his long walk, he walked back home. As he entered his house, he saw that the windows were wide open. He never left his windows open. The cool breeze fell upon his face and he shivered. Had someone intruded into his home? He shut the door silently and walked towards the desk. He quickly opened the drawer and grabbed his gun. Suddenly, he heard a creak behind him. He turned back only to see that his door was open. He had shut it just two minutes ago. He sat down on a chair and thought carefully. One word kept running through his mind. Ghost. He laughed to himself and sighed heavily. Tonight, he would drink. Drink and drink. As he thought of his plans for the evening, he heard the water running. He walked over to his kitchen and closed the running water. “Supernatural, pish posh,” he thought. It was probably the wind. As he ate his dinner, he grabbed his beer and started drinking. Soon he dozed off.
A great thud woke him up. He got up from his chair, and looked out the window. “Probably some animal,” he thought. As he walked into his bedroom to lay on the bed, he heard the thud again. And again. He stopped. Walked back. And looked out the window again. “No, this sound isn’t coming from outside, it was inside his home.” He went towards his closet. It was all quiet again. He slowly opened the closet door.
“Who’s there,” he yelled. Abruptly, he started feeling faint. These past two days had been extremely bizarre. He felt that there was something around the house. “Its just a mouse.” He kept reassuring himself, that it was just a small rodent. He couldn’t believe in the supernatural. “Maybe, it’s possible. Maybe they do exist.” He shook his head in disbelief and fell onto the chair. As strange as it was, he was not afraid of this ghost. What could it do? It couldn’t hurt him. The ghost would leave eventually; it was probably just looking for a friend. He sighed. Closed his eyes and started praying. He prayed and prayed that night. Hoping God was listening. He was a strong man, but he was afraid of ghosts. Denying the presence of ghosts was just an escape. It offered security. “Something that doesn’t exist won’t hurt you,” he thought. He unclenched his hands and yelled out, “Who’s there? What do you want? How dare you intrude? Get out.” That night he kept yelling. He yelled and yelled. “ If you have the courage, show yourself.” He waited. Breathing heavily. His eyes wandering throughout the room seraching for an answer. Twenty quiet minutes. In that silence, he thought. His past was a blur, filled with haunting memories. He was an outcast everywhere. He was always anti-social. No one saw any interest in him. His step-mother and step-sister tortured him. Called him names. Degraded him. At a young age he was emasculated. It pierced his heart everyday. Those twenty silent minutes were then disrupted by a loud howling sound. He gasped and looked around. Something shattered. Then something grabbed his neck. Something kept choking him. He gasped for air. And then finally, the ghost let go.
“Yoooooouuuuuuuuu remember meeeeeeeeeeeee?”
“Where are you? what do you want from me?”
“Four years agoooooooooo, think hard.”
“I don’t know, leave me in peace.”
“NO, remember what you did.”
“Please, leave.”
“Remember.”
“No, leave.”
“Think.”
“No”
The ghost started destroying. Destructing. Diminishing. Demolishing. Damaging. It was devastating. He was being defeated.
“Who are you? Please tell me. Please Let me go.”
“Fine. You want to know? I’ll tell youuuu.”
“What exactly do you know? Tell me.”
“Rememberrrrrr that daaaaaaaaay”
“What day, I don’t understand.”
“Four years ago, I died.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Murder.”
“What?”
“Death.”
Again, the ghost started destryoing. Finally, all was quiet. And a soft voice was heard. It wasn’t his voice talking. It was hers.
“Four years ago you killed me. I was murdered by you. That night. You shot me. Hurt me and left me bleeding. How could you? What have you done? You deserve to die. I never wanted this to happen.”
He sighed.
It was all coming back. The rage. The irrationality. The sin. The lifeless body. The blood.
“You tortured me!”, He exclaimed.
“You and your mother! I lost my identity. I still remember that night. When I was a young boy being sexually abused, while you stood there watching, absorbing it all in, laughing. My rage grew and grew. You had to die.”
“Well now its your turn. I have come for my revenge. “
With that, the ghost grabbed a knife and stabbed it into his chest. Piercing him.
A shock had overcome the man. He was in disbelief and could not breath. He fell to the floor. He layed there, trying hard to breathe. But his efforts seemed of no use. It was all over.
He woke up and saw that it was late afternoon. As he got out of bed, his head felt heavy. Did he drink too much last night? He couldn’t remember. He got ready and walked out of his house. It was beautiful outside. As he walked he heard the crunching of the leaves under him. Autumn. He loved it. The leaves orange, red, yellow, and brown. He sniffed the cold air and felt lighter. He was a lonely man. Never fell in love, nor wanted too. His mother passed away when he was young. He never met his father, never wanted to. As a young child his stepmother took care of him. And of course he remembered his step-sister. He hated her; she was the chief reason why he left the house. She would taunt him. Hurt him. Emasculate him. Soon, after his long walk, he walked back home. As he entered his house, he saw that the windows were wide open. He never left his windows open. The cool breeze fell upon his face and he shivered. Had someone intruded into his home? He shut the door silently and walked towards the desk. He quickly opened the drawer and grabbed his gun. Suddenly, he heard a creak behind him. He turned back only to see that his door was open. He had shut it just two minutes ago. He sat down on a chair and thought carefully. One word kept running through his mind. Ghost. He laughed to himself and sighed heavily. Tonight, he would drink. Drink and drink. As he thought of his plans for the evening, he heard the water running. He walked over to his kitchen and closed the running water. “Supernatural, pish posh,” he thought. It was probably the wind. As he ate his dinner, he grabbed his beer and started drinking. Soon he dozed off.
A great thud woke him up. He got up from his chair, and looked out the window. “Probably some animal,” he thought. As he walked into his bedroom to lay on the bed, he heard the thud again. And again. He stopped. Walked back. And looked out the window again. “No, this sound isn’t coming from outside, it was inside his home.” He went towards his closet. It was all quiet again. He slowly opened the closet door.
“Who’s there,” he yelled. Abruptly, he started feeling faint. These past two days had been extremely bizarre. He felt that there was something around the house. “Its just a mouse.” He kept reassuring himself, that it was just a small rodent. He couldn’t believe in the supernatural. “Maybe, it’s possible. Maybe they do exist.” He shook his head in disbelief and fell onto the chair. As strange as it was, he was not afraid of this ghost. What could it do? It couldn’t hurt him. The ghost would leave eventually; it was probably just looking for a friend. He sighed. Closed his eyes and started praying. He prayed and prayed that night. Hoping God was listening. He was a strong man, but he was afraid of ghosts. Denying the presence of ghosts was just an escape. It offered security. “Something that doesn’t exist won’t hurt you,” he thought. He unclenched his hands and yelled out, “Who’s there? What do you want? How dare you intrude? Get out.” That night he kept yelling. He yelled and yelled. “ If you have the courage, show yourself.” He waited. Breathing heavily. His eyes wandering throughout the room seraching for an answer. Twenty quiet minutes. In that silence, he thought. His past was a blur, filled with haunting memories. He was an outcast everywhere. He was always anti-social. No one saw any interest in him. His step-mother and step-sister tortured him. Called him names. Degraded him. At a young age he was emasculated. It pierced his heart everyday. Those twenty silent minutes were then disrupted by a loud howling sound. He gasped and looked around. Something shattered. Then something grabbed his neck. Something kept choking him. He gasped for air. And then finally, the ghost let go.
“Yoooooouuuuuuuuu remember meeeeeeeeeeeee?”
“Where are you? what do you want from me?”
“Four years agoooooooooo, think hard.”
“I don’t know, leave me in peace.”
“NO, remember what you did.”
“Please, leave.”
“Remember.”
“No, leave.”
“Think.”
“No”
The ghost started destroying. Destructing. Diminishing. Demolishing. Damaging. It was devastating. He was being defeated.
“Who are you? Please tell me. Please Let me go.”
“Fine. You want to know? I’ll tell youuuu.”
“What exactly do you know? Tell me.”
“Rememberrrrrr that daaaaaaaaay”
“What day, I don’t understand.”
“Four years ago, I died.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Murder.”
“What?”
“Death.”
Again, the ghost started destryoing. Finally, all was quiet. And a soft voice was heard. It wasn’t his voice talking. It was hers.
“Four years ago you killed me. I was murdered by you. That night. You shot me. Hurt me and left me bleeding. How could you? What have you done? You deserve to die. I never wanted this to happen.”
He sighed.
It was all coming back. The rage. The irrationality. The sin. The lifeless body. The blood.
“You tortured me!”, He exclaimed.
“You and your mother! I lost my identity. I still remember that night. When I was a young boy being sexually abused, while you stood there watching, absorbing it all in, laughing. My rage grew and grew. You had to die.”
“Well now its your turn. I have come for my revenge. “
With that, the ghost grabbed a knife and stabbed it into his chest. Piercing him.
A shock had overcome the man. He was in disbelief and could not breath. He fell to the floor. He layed there, trying hard to breathe. But his efforts seemed of no use. It was all over.
more thoughts...
Living
Interesting
Following
Everday
it spells out life downwards...
my name,
Smart ( I think...lol)
Achiever
Beauiful (inside and out?)
Awesome...
Interesting
Following
Everday
it spells out life downwards...
my name,
Smart ( I think...lol)
Achiever
Beauiful (inside and out?)
Awesome...
yesterday...
yesterday wont come again,
tomorrow has already began,
today is never here,
yesterday where did you go,
tomorrow seems so slow,
today has already went,
yesterday is in resent,
yesterday becomes today,
today becomes tomorrow,
tomorrow becomes yesterday.
Day by day, just goes and passes,
by and by, life is yesteday,
life is today,
life is tomorrow,
day by day.
just some thoughts i had, not really a poem, just wanted to jot down some stuff, thought what better way than to blog!!
tomorrow has already began,
today is never here,
yesterday where did you go,
tomorrow seems so slow,
today has already went,
yesterday is in resent,
yesterday becomes today,
today becomes tomorrow,
tomorrow becomes yesterday.
Day by day, just goes and passes,
by and by, life is yesteday,
life is today,
life is tomorrow,
day by day.
just some thoughts i had, not really a poem, just wanted to jot down some stuff, thought what better way than to blog!!
tick tock
Time is passing by too quickly. I'm already a rising sophomore. It like this year passed by within a blink of an eye. Time passes by too quickly. I still remember myself being in first grade, it seems like yesterday...
sleep
I love sleep, its so relaxing especially after a long day! Sometimes I just want to sleep all day.
poem, adult life vs.young life
I remember a scene from the movie Matilda. It was a great movie. I remember when Miss Lovely teaches the children how to spell difficulty, and Trunchbull gets mad. And says "You're supposed to be teaching SPELLING! Not poetry!" Anyways more poetry from me.
Sweet innocence,
such playfulness.
Cute laughter,
easy chapter.
Too much energy,
some allergies.
Growing up,
to become someone.
Too many bills,
such high stress drills.
Too much noise,
too many voices.
How i want to be a kid again.
I want back my innocence.
Just comparing the life of a child and an adult.Its not finished yet, just a rough draft.
rain
most of us hate the rain...i do too, when it rains i take my umbrella, put on rain-boots and just go to class. Rain makes me not want to dress up. I just feel like putting on anything. Usually, on nice days everyone wants to wear something nice. But yay for may. April showers bring may flowers.
youtube...numa numa
want to entertain yourself, go on you-tube. Want to watch the latest music videos, go to youtube. Want to watch a movie, go to you-tube. Right at home, or your dorm, or the library you can access youtube and watch anything you want. Yay to the makers of youtube for making our life more entertaining as well as sometimes making us procrastinate :)
everyone knows this guy (I hope) Lol NUMA NUMA
everyone knows this guy (I hope) Lol NUMA NUMA
life...
The pattern of life is the same for everyone. For some reason, I feel this image accurately depicts the pattern of life. I mean the tree budding new flowers, and in the trunk of the tree there are new different individual flowers waiting to bud and grow and become their own identity.
Also, i like this image as well. The Wheels of life. Most of us will have to be on all these wheels. Its a clever image.
Also, i like this image as well. The Wheels of life. Most of us will have to be on all these wheels. Its a clever image.
tree of life.
I really like this image a lot. I just like the fact that it shows the opposite. And the tree is the main focal point. To me it seems that things change between day and night, but the tree remains the same. I tree could symbolize growth and the "tree of life" and it is a constant incessant process.
facebook...
i think i must deactivate my face book during finals week...it must happend, i love face-book. I think its the best way to keep in touch. But I have to do what I have to do.
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