A piece of my mind

A quote or rather a short story on the irony of life "A fieldmouse found a fallen hazelnut and began to bite into the hard shell of the nut with its sharp, ever-growing front teeth, not because it was hungry but because it was a prince under an enchantment who not regain his outer form until he chewed the Nut of Wisdom. But its excitement made it careless , and only the shadow that blotted out the moonlight warned it of the descent of a huge grey owl , who caught the mouse in its sharp talons and rose again into the night. ....... herself under a curse, and only able to resume her rightful shape if she consumed a mouse who had eaten the Nut of Wisdom, or perhaps a small bear." A quote on my favorite topic ever; time "Tristane and Yvaine were happy together. Not foreverafter, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while."

So I've been low on Ku lately, and I've been all sad and miserable and sorry for myself. And that's a really annoying thing; to be sorry for yourself. And since it reached that stage, I had to break the cycle. I took a week off work, although I genuinely missed Mostafa . Apparently, since I'm usually a high Ku person, the slow pace of life in summer wasn't doing me any good. I kept waiting for something to happen, anything, but nothing did. It was depressing but I decided to take things into my own hands and make things happen. During that week off, I went shopping, went to a movie " Dark Knight " (which is absolutely brilliant and a must see for any Batman fan), read a book "Stardust" which I blogged about here , went on a girl-only day use , and worked out several times. (I think it's true what they say how when one works out the negative energy flows outside their body!) All that was good, but what happened in the week at work following m

I just finished reading Stardust , another of Neil Gaiman 's magnificent works. I saw the movie a while back and just finished the book yesterday. It's absolutely brilliant; funny, wicked and tricky. It's the kind of fiction that when you start, you can't really rest until you actually finish it. I'll probably blog a quote or two later tonight, but for now, I'd like to share an interesting thought that just occurred to me when I was talking to Nag earlier today. She was saying that although Stardust is very nice, books like these make her " dreamier than i already am " and it actually occurred to me, that perhaps that's why I haven't been feeling well the last few weeks. I've been so comfortable with reality while, in fact, my true nature is more on the ,as Nag puts it, on the "dreamy" side. Is there such a thing? That one's more in touch with one side of themselves than another? or that one can be more in touch with reality

I don't know how to start, I'm all lost and confused now. Last time we were together chilling by the Bosphorus; contemplating about life, the universe and everything. The next thing I know, she just took off, I woke up and she wasn't there. My spirit just left; without a note explaining how or why. I know I must have done something wrong, but really, I can't figure out why. We were happy, or at least I thought we were. She never said anything, how was I supposed to know something was wrong. I mean, yeah , we had our rough times, we've been through alot but recently , things seemed to be getting better. We were really happy those last few month, so what happened! As I was lost in my misery thinking how could I possibly have wronged it and how my life sucks without it, I heard the sad news from some friends. My spirit was found badly wounded between life and death on the side of the road. No one knows what happened or when, but now, it is recovering slowly; which isn&

(as requested by a new fan) Loneliness :: is when you look at the mirror and even your own reflection isn't there.

"Life is not fun, and then we die!" --KR

My friends have been complaining I haven't been blogging for a while. Honestly, life is being really slow and their is nothing to blog about, almost! I've been having this inexplicable phobia which started a couple of days ago when a saw a gecko (برص) in our staircase. I'm checking out every ceiling or wall before I enter buildings or rooms in fear that one day , I will enter a room and see a bors (yes i prefer to use bors than gecko). Having seen that bors, I will shiver or something, which will scare the bors which will then will have a heart attack and die, falling over my head! Weird, but , really, that's the only thing I can blog about now. Bor-es with a heart-attack over my head!