You better hide your kids, hide your wife... Hide your husband too

I was watching American Idol a couple of days back and I realized that it was the most dramatic and cheesy show ever. No jokes, JLo started crying, there was the vocal coach from "HELL" and of course Ryan Seacrest. Actually for the last week I have been watching some really crappy t.v. No good movies, and if you don't believe me Jersey Shore was the epitome of exictment this week. Yeah its that bad.
But while I was bored out of my pants, a whole lot more happened on the other side of the world, the middle east is heated yet again as everyone knows. In Libiya. And don't get me wrong I love revolution just as much as the next person, but is it not odd that it's all happening right now. First Egypt then Libya, and there are rumours that mass public might try to revolt in Iran again, and a virgin Yemen might see some action too. Gaddafi, last week has been rumoured to be shot. It's worse because the places that are covering the news cover their headline by saying the price of crude oil has gone up .... and by the way the old man might be dead.
Gaddafi isn't dead.
I hate to be the pessimist, but I feel like since the fall of Suddam Hussien which a lot of people thought was a revolt, and something great for the country, it was taken over by religious fundamentalists. While Egpyt and Libya try to fight off tyrants, they might just do what Afghanistan did and throw power at those who shouldn't be in power. I guess we just have to wait and watch.
In the mean time anyone who is reading please have a minute of silence for the two protesters killed by police yesterday.

Jump for Joy

This is Epic

I lhoavtee you

When I look at you I find those secluded hours in the tiny corners, where we'd hide, trying to stay away from prying eyes. Where you'd whisper that you love me, and give me little reasons to smile. When you stare I remember that first day, where my immature mind told me that this was real. I remember the way you were shy, and quiet. The way you would turn your walk into a swagger. I remember when you told me you loved me, how we were floating in immeasurable bliss.

When I look at you I remember that day that I sat there crying and you walked past, it wasn't your fault, but you could have said hello. When I look at you I remember how you made it clear that you were ignoring me. When I look at you I start to hate you. I start to hate myself for wanting you to talk to me again. All I wanted was a "hello". It would have meant the world.

So when you look at me and I refuse to look your way think about that. It was over more than 4 years ago. Why can't we move on?

Birthday Blues

I waited by the phone this morning,it was really early and the call didn't come. I knew it wasn't going to come but I feel one step closer to accepting life as it is now. I spent the day in a dress =O yeah, I know. But I need to move on. It's healthy right? I met up with some friends, I got a beautiful necklace,it's old fashioned with a heart locket that opens up and it has my uncle's picture in it, so a big thank you to my friends Navi, and Manni. Thank you it is above and beyond any birthday gift I have ever recieved. Today I talked about my cuts. They talked to me about my cuts, and it made my journey to recovery much easier. Navi, manni, I love you guys so much, and I'm glad you understand just how much I need you guys right now. Thank you for all the support and I hope that soon enough this phase will pass.
Then I went to downtown hung out with a friend (thank you Harjot for standing my boring company) and met up with my cousins, the people I love so very much. They treated me to a delicious lunch at Moxies, and now here I am back at campus.
Today I was and am going to be with the people I love the most, thank you for understanding how difficult today is going to be for me.

A Sweet Dream

If I could I would hold you,
Keep you warm, until your stuborn tears came streaming out in rivers,
Until the heavy oceans of grief came pouring out.
If I could I would kiss away the tears,
I would cradle you in my arms, and trace your scars,
Until you could see what I see,
When I look at you.
I love you.

The Bow

The origins of the bow river. Oh mountains how I miss thee.