A piece of my mind

He said "You didn't give me any chance".But I said "Chances are there , you never took any. You see,I keep wondering what can you do for me. I am the sun, the sky, the moon and the sea. I can be anything you, or actually I , want to be. But what value will YOU add to me. Will you be there when I am down, kiss my tears away and wash them with falling rain? Will you turn my every sadness to gladness? And what will you do when I am happy and excited? Will you make the world laugh for my laughter? Will you try to make a happy day last forever? And what will you do when I feel like a child, needing care and attention: Will you rock me to sleep and sing me lullabies? Will I see myself a baby in your eyes? Will you care for me, play with me, entertain me and be my own? And what will you do when I feel like a mother, wanting to give, to share, to nurture? Will you take all I have to give without questioning my intentions? Will learn from my experience and fall asleep to my s

Around two weeks ago, I was set up with this guy, nice guy and all, maybe even meets most of my written criteria for a prospect but there was something missing and I couldn't really understand what it was. I realized, part of it was maybe I'm just not ready to move to that yet but still something else was missing and I couldn't tell what it was. I started looking for answers in all the wrong directions and knocked on all doors. All the searching and not understanding . Well, I found my answer last night. Although I'm advocating for finding "the" right person who meets "the" right criteria, I still want magic! I want butterflies in the stomach, I want music in my ears, I want the whole thing. And the weird thing is.. I've had it all before.. so I know it exists, and I can't settle for any less. Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over hee

Usually, I don't get scared alot. I don't know why; perhaps faith, or perhaps, not caring! i don't know. But there was a point two and half years ago, when I have experienced great fear. Fear beyond description, fear that reached the point of me being scared to wake up to face life. Actually, it was a combination of fear ,depression and not knowing what to do about it. I remember staying in bed in that tiny excuse for a room of mine in London and feeling too scared to even think about the next day. I couldnt study, though my dissertation was due, I couldnt meet my friends, call my family or even go walk in the park like I did some afternoons. Aside from the cause of the problem, it was then when I faced fear and depression because I lost faith that things could ever get better. Around that time, I read/heard somewhere (though I can't verify that till now), a story about Ernest Hemingway's suicide. Apparently, Hemingway was going through a severe phase of depression,

I was having a conversation with cookie this afternoon and the topic of hidden messages and mixed signals came up. I thought a bit about it and decided, well, I might as well blog that! A long time ago, my cousin and I were joking about something and we came up with a carrot joke about it. The carrot thing became our "thing" for a very long time, if we're bored, we'd just build on it and continue laughing. A couple of years later, in order to show me she really appreciates me being there in her life, she dedicated something in her graduation statement to me, she said "Cousin Yasmine: carrots!". Life was simple back then, you could send hidden messages to people without being afraid they'd misinterpret them. Nowadays, you got to make sure to disguise your messages carefully so that other people don't get them, but only your intended audience do. Generaly in life, I dont tend to use hidden messages , but sometimes.. as the saying goes "desprate ti

A short piece of fiction She was the storyteller; told stories of white rabbits and mystical places that she has never been. No one cared what she was like, but everyone loved her stories. But one day he came; selling illusions tinted in gold water; for once, made her the leading lady in their story. He gave her a magical key to the LaLa land on the star aquarians where one can shine for as long on they want; he took her there on a flying carpet and they heard the lute player as they changed their wheel of forturne. And while she counted the moons and stars with a dreamy eye, he did his magic trick and disappeared without showing her the way back. See, the storyteller lost in Lala land ; is happy not to get back to the real world ,indulging herself in reminisce of the illusion seller. But what will the world be like without her stories?

I've been feeling kind of strange these last few days.. many events have happened that have caused me to stumble accross a revlation. I wont disclose it , now at least ; till I figure out what to do about it. Since then, I've been feeling like a want to call life and take a sabatical leave just so I can make up my mind about everything. The thing is... I don't want time to stop and wait for me... It's like I want life to move on and whatever changes that happen in the surrounding circumstances, I'll just cope with them and move on. I've been fighting the temptation to stop being the good sensetive girl who cares about what other think or feel and start becomoing the ego-centric, air-headed, slefish b****. But as I told Nag before.. we're not even blonde! I've been wanting to do certain actions for the last week but I fear by doing that I may disturb the peace in another persons life. I wont do it, I hope.. cause even if I feel better at the moment, I'

I woke up in the middle of my sleep last night with this going through my mind... Was it a dream? A nightmare? or a sign?! Disclaimer: All characters and events described in this story are fictional and based on the authors imagination. Any similarity to any person or event is merely coincidental..... somehow! She wakes up in shockto the sounds of an annyoing alarm clock and thinks "where am I?" then remembers "ah, yes, home!". Looks at her husband lying peacefuly beside her, "You're still in bed!". "I think I have fever" he says as he turns to face her. She puts her hand on his forehead, "yes, I think you do". She gets out of bed and reaches for her dressing robe. "I'll take the kids to school, you rest today. But dont forget to call work and tell them you are sick. I hate calling your boss" He nodds then pulls the covers over his ears and back to sleep in a split second. A quick shower, no time to decide what to wea

Hey all! Since this is a new blog, I'll just write bits and peices of stuff, nothing too serious on the first post: The prestige This is such a great movie; about Magicians' tricks. It's one of the movie that goes slowly at the begining then takes surprising twists and turns uncovering shocking truths . Aside from the story, it also has an amazing cast; Micheal Caine, Christian Bale and my all time favorite Hugh Jackman. I recommend it to anyone who enjoys being mentally challenged by clever movies. L'Aroma Lounge Went to this smart sophisiticated lounge twice. One time after watching The Prestige; that timr was pleasent, though an unexpected company that ruinned my night ( YOU could have got the message and there was no need for the stupid comment). The other time was with friends; that was pleasent company but a bad night. L'Aroma has one of the best decor both indoors and outdoors, the menu was okay really, except for the fact that most items on the menu aren'