It

Well signs of today turning out to my favour is slim, the forbidden fruits on the other side of the pastures are untouchable and that makes me want it even more. And yet im too scared to reach out for it. Too afraid to want something and go for it, maybe that's why God (s.w.t) didn't allow the road to be paved for a reason, maybe I don't really want it, don't really want everything to do with it. And yes, It is something for me to know and you to never find out.

So it, well, its weird sometimes I can't stop thinking about it and yet when the signs are all negative i despise it and when there are the moments of happiness, that slim ray of light it makes my whole world =)

And well, today i realised something ( a) I always use the word realise and (b) I really don't like It. and that's that, I'm confident enough to go across that border and get It, no matter the cost.

Shiari The Shemite Princess.

Boom, the sound of thunder crashes through the walls, heaven is not happy with the world, another monster stamps down upon earth. Rain has been pouring for days, heavy downpours and flash floods all around the city center. Looking to her left, Shiari realises her team was downtrodden, disheartened and almost all fatally wounded. She couldn't allow them to go through anymore battles for her kingdom, her home, she knew in her heart that sadly, every hope was diminished, the last trooper group out there was probably dead or dying in the floods. Believe, they once said, now in the darkness, in the despair of their current situation that singular word was merely a character of the alphabet.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!", that was no thunder, who had found this secret base deep within the palace?

"Boom! Boom!", There is someone knocking at the door. Oh No! Who was it?

"Hey are you guys gonna keep us waiting out here or what?", Sam shouted through the door. Relief poured through the just previously tensed room. "Oh thank gosh! Yes!", Shiari exclaimed with tears of happiness. The door creaked open and on the other side of the door lay the most happiest sight of her life. All the troopers grinning and healthy, seemingly untouched by health's evil twin, sickness and disease and worst of all, death. At the sight of their strong counterparts, the lame on the floor quickly whipped up into an alert and excited stupor. They newcomers all started aiding Shiari and her handmaiden Niloufer in cleaning the wounds and curing to their best efforts the sick and helpless. When they were done with cleaning the wounds of the mildly wounded, their strength grew from a troop of five with Shiari and her maiden, totalling seven strong, to twenty three ready and able fighters. The remaining ones, had suffered serious injuries, therefore all they could do was make their passing comfortable. The scent of death was heavily tinted in the air and Shiari was now more hopeful than ever.

The troopers had found an underground path in the palace, the path that she was describing to them before, and they think that the path is a safe escape for them to rush to the country side. Though all this Shiari was very adamant that the path was a deadly trap and expressed her thoughts. " C'mon Shiari, it's our only hope and we gotta go for it!", Sam exclaimed. "No, I have a bad feeling about it, no one will go through the paths until I say so and we can't leave them here to die, we have to stay with them until the end at least!", she stressed.

Bhangra Lovin'

Crazy night leads to crazy mornings, that is a fact if life, once the adrenaline gets pumping and the endorphins start swimming ecstatically within, the appearance will ultimately differ from the usual dry and dark lines. Therefore after tonights psychotic club hopping well, and good....I am exhausted to the point that I can't sleep and all me does is stay up and browse through pictures and memories of others while trying (and failing) to start on my 2000 word assignment due besok. Yupz, Noura will make it. Don't doubt her literary skills.

Anyhow, with the dead bhangra beats and the lightning walk to another mansion, the girls and I decided that life in its full capacity was a tad bit unfair, but hey put on the band aid, Its what was meant to be. I like a guy who a) Has a girlfriend
b) Did not get approval from friends
c) Looks a bit gay and metro. ( big minus)

Ok, three points enough to put me out for good, anyhoo, walked through the heavily guarded gates and started to enjoy the pumping music, filled with the stench of lansi individuals crowding around the whole entrance hall. Suddenly, the crowd clears and there at the other side of the room, he was. Feeling very Mariah Carey suddenly and eager to smile and please that particular long haired sexy siren, the girls and I walked to the corner.....and he came. =)

Well, after offering drinks and lots of convo, good convo may I add, I realised something and in the washroom ( of all places) I realised, that I was no longer attracted to this mysterious stranger,but those same emotions were felt for my spiky haired dancer, I really had feelings for this dude, whether its cause of prolong exposure or the mundane neutrality of friendship and physical eye connection, this dancer had captured the very essence of me and threw the whole question of morality out of the garbage disposal post.

Driving home with pehli nazar mein and the windows down, the wind going through my hair and love pumping in my heart, life changed for me, the breeze a little stronger, the streets a little brighter and the whole outlook of life, the big picture, well its a little clearer.....

Tommorrow's cleopatra and today's girl have connected and within them they have found the true meaning of love. Love in the time of race.