Archive for December 28, 2003

04 Ziqaad 1424 Well just something I missed in …

04 Ziqaad 1424

Well just something I missed in my previous post.

After a very very long time I exercised today. A full one hour seven minute extravaganza. Which I should have known would add to my movement towards the magnificient crescendo of attaining Heinous Bitch status. Which I have to admit was helped by the exercise and the fact that every muscle in my body hurts. These damned Muscles arent there when you need them (Read when trying to pick someone up). But now I have all the muscles so that they can pain me. Yes YOU GUESED IT. I get cranky when I am in a bad mood phase.

Today I saw one of the most beautiful things ever. The moon was very low in the sky and hence was yellow. The dull custard yellow. And it was lying on its side. Like a bowl. And it was a wonderful sight. I felt so thankful to have been able to see it and to be able to appreciate that beauty. That awesome beauty. If I were in a garden and was seeing that Moon in a Pool. Ohhhhhhh. The epitome of aesthetics.

Thats it for today. Noew go to sleep all of you.

Shab ba Khair.

04 Ziqaad 1424 Oh well. The DAMN mood didnt go …

04 Ziqaad 1424

Oh well. The DAMN mood didnt go away like it is supposed to after I sleep for a whole night. Dreaming about big cats stomping me and me running all over the place to get away from them. I know I know I get all kinds of strange paranoid psychotic dreams when I am in a bad mood. Naahhhh Actually that is just the pissed off Jalal speaking. This was BY FAR the strangest dream in months.

So basically today was another day spent in passing well sculptured sarcastic remarks. One of them had VERY good results by someone who slipped in her high heels afterwards due to the shock. Then I spent some time writing email to people who dont email me and tell them that I am wonderful and that they should visit me some time. Again. I HAVE NO IDEA why I did that. Like I said Badmood Jalal is a different person. Oh and yes I acted like a Heinous Bitch by telling someone that their cooking wasnt good. She was NOT happy with me.

So the say was fine and lovely. And I was a bitch all day. Mind you a bitch … NOT a slut. I want to be a slut but I am a bitch. I HATE THIS!

So all day I wanted to be with someone I love. I was listening to old romantic songs. And thinking. And listening. And thinking. I can go on but I think you got the idea. I was having all these images in mind of cuddling someone. Newly arrived spring. Lace curtains billowing in the wind. Ahhhhh. Well. We dont all get everything. ZIPPITY DOO DAA.

This gay called H found my blog through the GayPakistani board. And we had a wonderful chat after he added me to his MSN. It was wonderful. It is hard to find different and amazing people nowadays.

Amazingly the strange yet interesting searches to my blog have been shy in the last few days. I miss those. They were strange and cute at the same time. Whoever read this is warned that this sentence is NOT mirrored in my love life.