I am Green!

I took a Tickle Test today... something about what my colour is... I thought I was blue... apparently, I am green... Stilll I still think I am blue.

Ah, since the test had all good things to say about me... here it is :-)




Your true color is Green!


You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!


Apparently, my sis is green too... I think she should be black.

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The Theory of The Fanny

After a long silence I bring to you The Theory of My Fanny… *cough* … I mean my Theory of The Fanny, copyright number double o'stupid.

The weather of the city Sharjah has been amazing… night skies are Nature’s little drawing board; stars twinkling, Venuses (airplanes) flying, a fresh breeze….beautiful. You look at the ground and you see green grass covered with a white coat of seagulls. When this flock, starts to fly … into the great beyond, the sight is just breath taking. But notice… once, cruising in the sky… there will always be a single bird… lagging behind... running after the crowd… that... my friends, is The Fanny. The illustration below attempts to describe my Fanny Theory

=) Fanny... this one is for you =)

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The Most Functional English Word

I got this mail, which is very informative =) Enjoy. I hope this is not offensive to anyone… Keet, this post is in your name.. 1. you cant understand my poetry.. so there is no use writing about you…2. a lot of this reminds me of you =). wubs

The Most Functional English Word
Well, it's shit...that's right, shit!
Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language.

Consider:

You can get shit-faced,
Be shit out of luck,
or have shit for brains.

With a little effort,
you can get your shit together,
Find a place for your shit,
Or be asked to shit or get off the pot.


You can smoke shit,
buy shit,
sell shit,
lose shit,
find shit,
forget shit,
and tell others to eat shit.


Some people know their shit,
while others can't tell the difference between Shit and Shineola.

There are lucky shits,
dumb shits,
crazy shits,
There is bull shit,
horse shit and
chicken shit.


You can throw shit,
sling shit,
catch shit,
shoot the shit,
or duck when the shit hits the fan. (KEEETT!!!)

You can give a shit or
serve shit on a shingle.

You can find yourself in deep shit
or be happier than a pig in shit.
Some days are colder than shit,
some days are hotter than shit,
and some days are just plain shitty.


Some music sounds like shit,
things can look like shit,
and there are times when you feel like shit.


You can have too much shit,
not enough shit,
the right shit,
the wrong shit
or a lot of weird shit.


You can carry shit,
have a mountain of shit,
or findyourself up shits creek without a paddle.

Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit
and other times you fall in a bucket of shit
and come out smelling like a rose.


When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the basic building block of the English language.And remember, once you know your shit, you don't need to know anything else! You could pass this along, if you give a shit. Or not do so, If you don't give a shit! Well Shit, it's time for me to go. Just wanted you to know thatI do Give A Shit and hope you had a nice day, without a bunch of shit. But if you happened to catch a load of shit from some shit head........Well,shit happens!

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Empty vessels

I was talking to my Gal pal, The Ali, today. He asked me whether I liked mortality – death. No, I don’t like death, I said. He meant me writing all my poems (the ones I posted on my blog) about death. So I am now wondering… whether all you people think I am a sadistic freak who fantasizes death and I so over whelmed by this phenomena that I keep on writing about it.

Well, I shall answer to you the same as I did to him. NO, I don’t like death. In fact I fear it. I know I am no saint and there are things I have done that are going to put me in the deepest pits of hell once I die. And still I keep on doing it…. But that is a poem for another day =).

When I write my poems, I write my feelings. I write if I am moved. So, NO I am not a death loving cult member, neither do I possess a fetish for death.

There were other things we talked about and I ended up concluding that my gal pal is emotionless. I was moved. This one is for you Ali.

EMPTY VESSELS

Dedicated to: My Gal Pal

Empty vessels
Make no noise
They make no sound

They will sit
They will stare
Probably grumble
Maybe frown

You may come
You may go
Either way
They just stare

But…
If you look closer,
You see a glimpse:
sensation.

Is it too vague?
Is it too weak?
Why too small?

An attempt to protect
An attempt to be invincible
Either way
They just stare

- Tassy ali

No offense babe… ahem… I mean pal. Love you loads.

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Here for you

INA-LILLAHI WA INA ILAHI RAJIOON.

A professor’s father passed away yesterday. This post is dedicated to him.

HERE FOR YOU

It happens…

Bewilderment comes in

Time follows your thoughts

Thoughts stand still

Memories play

Images flash

Thoughts meander

Time follows

Will time ever lead?

Until then;

We are here

By your side

Our shoulders are here for you.

-Tassy Ali

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The Gender Changer

There was a phase where I thought, Electrical Engineering was cool since we get to blow up stuff…personally speaking, it feels sooo good when you actually do it! That phase ended when I learnt, we are not allowed to blow up anything… we are supposed to protect gadgets from KABOOMing… how un-cool! But then…I think there is still hope…

Meet…. THE GENDER CHANGER (* giggle*)

This is not applicable to humans…so for the sexually uncertain people…you don’t get a treat.

I needed a Gender Changer, for my Design project, so, my devoted self…went about engineering asking instructors for any spare gender changers…the fact that I had to walk, run and probably do the Hulla so that I get a changer… didn’t get me all pissed and snappy. Why? Cause I was amused by the conversations I had that day:

Me: Sir, do you have a Female/Male Gender Changer?

Instructor: So you want a Male/ Male?

Me: No, Sir. Female/Male.

Instructor: I am sorry, I only have a Female/Female.

Me: Would know anyone who has a Gender Changer?...

I didn’t end up getting the required Gender Changer… but.. it doesn’t really matter… I cannot wipe this smile off my face

The Gender Changer is a very helpful tool, I agree… but I am still figuring out why some one would patent some thing CALLED a Gender Changer.

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Bored....

Ok. I am bored

Extremely bored…I have reached the limit of boredom beyond which… there is no boredom…there is … ok I don’t know what is beyond this limit, and truly speaking I don’t want to know… because, right now… all I know is that I am bored.
I am so bored… that I don’t know what else to write. I shall cease my brain storming phase for boredom has taken over my mind and lethargy has possessed my body. I don’t know whether it is Medical Instrumentation that is the cause of it, or sitting in the library listening to the same song for the past … well from 3:00pm to 11:00pm.

To end… this entry illustrates that I am thoroughly bored.

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