Colour-blind Dreams

so my sister’s wandering about with both her contacts and her glasses on…i’m moaning about having to carry the laptop with me on the plane…and my lil sister is too excited to do anything but dance around the house. Poor thing…she doesn’t have any kids of her own age in Lahore, and thousands of them in Karachi-so this time of the year is the best part of her life. Lately, she’s taken to shouting “I AM ZIDANNNNEE!!” and punching her head into my stomach (her head only reaches that far up) at frequent intervals. what a nice, peaceful life i lead…

well, i’m going soon…and i’m dead scared that my mom won’t give me permission to met my online friends…this doubt keeps me up at night, gives me tension headaches, and won’t let me conecntrate on anything. She has this complex of girls not going out alone, especially in a city in which they don’t live in. What’s the problem, man? I’m going nuts just thinkin about it–it’s just so unfair…i’ve asked all my friends to pray for this meeting, but so many things don’t happen which everyone has been praying for…i’m just scraed…that’s all.

Needle up, needle down;one stitch, two stitch, three…

It’s so relaxing to just sit and embroider something. It sounds very old-fashioned, certainly not the type of thing that a girl like me would be expected o do. However, it’s only once a year that I try to embroider something as a special present for someone. I’m good at it, really I am, even if I only do it once a year. I can concentrate on it, and the stitches mostly go smoothly for me.
One year, I embroidered a couple of cushions for my sister’s bedroom. She’d gone into this orange-yellow-and-blue craze, and had completely re-decorated her bedroom with an orange rug, orange blinds, orange bedsheet, pillowcases—all with some splashes of yellow and blue in them. It’s like being on fire every time you go into that room. She was ecstatic about the cushions though…you cudn’t find any cushions with the exact same pattern as your bedcover in the shops now, can you?

I didn’t notice it at first, but I have been so frazzled up in these holidays. The exams just twisted me up and I can’t seem to get loose, even now. So this one stitch, two stitch really helps me to relax…as much as I can. Everything seems to make me tense if I give it the tiniest glimpse of a chance…the poems I never got around to finishing, the unbought presents for my cousins, phone calls to birthday people, scrapping back to people on orkut…and my little sister making a video of me as I type this(making a detailed commentary of the way I slug down my tea)…and last of all, this awful cold. Coughing tires me so much I feel like an old woman…maybe that’s also why embroidery has an attraction for me. I have only one thing to say at the end of this post: BAN AIR CONDITIONERS

I’m bored, I’m depressed n i’m pretty cool abt it. Writing poetry or stories? nahhh… Doing something useful for the welfare of society? As IF. Blogging? well, at least i got around to that.

I’m reading like crazy now…nething i can get my hands on. I LOVE this book that my sis borrowed for me from her university libarary cuz i told her i loved Saki…it’s so cool i even read the introduction. Aaandd…i have discovered that i can read several books at a time without losing the thread of the story or my concentration on it. As i have a bad habit of misplacing everything (most notably my books n my glasses) this ability comes in very handy. Don’t get me wrong, i’m a very responsible person, just not with my own stuff.

So, one trashy novel, one good novel but by an unknown writer and the great Saki are`all mixed up in my life. I also finished a kiddie book in abt 2 minutes..Mary Poppins…just lemme tell u this…the movie is waayyy better…i cud watch it netime, newhere.
Howver,noori has to return the Saki book in 2 weeks…so i guess i’d better stop blogging when there are only 2 ppl to read it and only one to comment on it…and go make tea, get something to eat…and read. What an active life…i love myself