“My eyes,” started a lost soul, “they no longer sparkle,”
“What? Let me see,” replied the voice of reason reducing the distance between it and the lost soul, staring intently, “Nonsense!”
“But look at them,” it protested, “the spark is gone, the flare is gone,”
The lost soul stopped for a moment to catch its breath then added quietly, “my eyes… are empty,”
“Your eyes,” paused the voice of reason, “are fatigued. You have not been giving yourself a break these days, take a rest and the sparkle will soon return!”

After my final, I sat on a bench outside my building and started out into the open watching my fellow classmates driving away in their cars. Then, I noticed an area on my campus that I have never seen before. Or rather, I’ve glanced in its general direction but never actually seen it for it was, never under this light or time of day. A quad of green grass and beautiful bushes, something out of a fairytale. It was spread out from behind the grand auditorium until the sports complex, and there was a walkway of stones between the blocks of grass. Soon, my curiosity had peaked and my feet started making way towards that zone of mental freedom. Shoulder bag hanging on my forearm, clutching my water bottle in both hands against my abdomen, my heels were click-clacking against the flooring as I felt the knots of my head slowly slip away into the air. The sound of my pumps on the ground was in fact all I could hear at that moment, alongside the twittering of little birds that also enjoyed the view as I did. The place was perfect. Perfect! An air of serenity surrounded the area, and if anything; it should be the spot where intelligent individuals had sophisticated conversations about topics such as the UAE National Identity in 25 years: fact or fiction (but this is an entirely different topic). The one welcome disruption was my beeping phone, telling me that my ride was here & I gracefully made my way back.

Once the lost soul recollected its thoughts, it stood in front of a mirror again and looked at nothing in particular. It wondered if it was brave enough to look itself in the eyes. Once glance, it said, that’s all I’ll do. When it did, it saw something that was not there before. There it was, a hint of its former glory, that sparkle.

My converter isn’t working!

I am now synching my new iPod (dubbed Bella) avec video with my iTunes library but it’s not transferring videos… hm. Never mind, got it!

We got Soul Calibur III a few days ago and it’s fun! Since I have been leaning towards action-packed fighting and vitually no storyline, I thought why not take the plunge and try it out? Fighting games were never my thing before. The only ones I ever played were street fighters when I was a kid and dead or alive 2 when I first got my ps2.

Earlier today my mum got some perfume and she gave me a bottle. The box had an illustration of two things I love. One I already have had for a long time, and another that I barely had the courage to admit to myself let alone my mum and sister. Figured I’m tired of going after the little things hoping they fill up the emptiness of what is lacking, better just wait longer for what I really reaaaallly want. As if that isn’t secretive enough, there are a bunch of big things I’m praying for these days… but if they happen, you’ll be the first to know.

I’m also waiting for a package! C’mon Shop&Ship!

Last week I went to Wafi and got the Radley purse mirror and a pair of PJs from Juicy.

With my room undergoing changes, I decided it was time that a few other aspects of my life need to change as well. As I started to pack away my things in boxes, some objects took my breath away in more ways than one. There were all sorts of things that I’d forgotten about. It’s amazing how an inanimate object, such as a book, or a dvd can trigger emotions that you thought you placed in a bottle and threw away at sea. How can a scent be moving? How can a pendant laying on lace tablecloth be nostalgic? Why did it feel like you haven’t looked at these things in centuries?

It hasn’t been centuries, now, has it? A person should always be mindful of what they are, what they used to be and what they are becoming. This might be trivial to most people, but I spend a lot of time with this one question going around in my mind, “Who am I?”. Although we all claim that we don’t do it, but we do. Sometimes we want to know where we stand, or where we belong. I am me, but what kind of people do I belong with? Who are “my people”? What sort of things do we like? What don’t we like? What are our hobbies and interests? What jobs do we usually have?

Scrapbooking. I’ve been collecting scrapbook supplies for about two years saying that I would save them for “family-trips” or “tributes to family members”. But really now, since when did my family take pictures of each other? There are no recent pictures of any of us together anywhere and there probably wouldn’t be any time soon. So maybe it is time to put those things into use, and like Rory, make an album of the things I like. In middle school, I used to have a notebook that I used kind of like a scrapbook, yet it contained screencaps of my favourite actors/actresses in my favourite tv shows/movies. But now I think it should contain everything, every little detail I could think of about all my favourite things! It might be a fun little project for me.

I’m not sure, though, whether I want to make this on one of my real-life albums or something digital (similar to Tarina Tarantino’s jewelry box). When I say similar, though, I just meant the idea of having something from real life put together like a webpage, and every item in that webpage is clickable. Nothing else will be similar (if I go through with this, that is).

If there was ever a time for people to believe in ‘signs’ and ‘dreams’, then this would be it for me. Not that everything that happens is a sign for us to continue doing something – but it enforces things that we already know. I spent most of today working on my part of our system. I enjoyed it very much, discovered lots of things that I didn’t know before and researched my (and other people’s!) errors. We still have a long way to go, though… but at least I think I’d be ready for our exam next week. Talking to our laptops is a good sign of insanity! Though it’s probably a bit late for us.

She told me to stop worrying about everything. She’s right. It’s pointless and it sucks the enjoyment out of things that are supposed to be relaxing and fun. It will be a while before I get to appreciate this newfound freedom, but I am determined to try. Earlier today I saw a one-legged bird but it was walking around with another bird before they both flew away. Then later I saw a one-eyed cat also acting the same as all other cats do (laying in the middle of the road till her owner picked her up because she was totally ignoring how they tried to lure her over with food).

When something is taken away … something always replaces it – even if it wasn’t in the most appearant kind of way.

She filmed about minute of our riding lesson. I never saw myself ride before, apart from looking at my shadow when sitting the trot to see if I’m flying off the saddle or not. The clip only shows my posting the trot early in the lesson. It looks so goofy but at least now I know what needs to be fixed. Unfortunately, there is not footage of any of us cantering; I really wanted to see that! If anyone wants to see, let me know because I obviously won’t be posting it here.

My sister and I hung charms on our iPod earphones. They don’t really stick, though.

Just when I thought it was near impossible for me to ever start daydreaming in my classes, it happened. There is this one mostly theory class of mine that’s extremely easy and boring that I usually would prefer to be there bodywise only, and my mind be on some castles in the sky. But I guess that class is too boring to inspire any interesting thoughts because I end up paying attention and even taking notes.

Then here I was attending one of my favourite classes eager to learn the next topic, and the next thing I knew, I was in my old riding school on a huge piebald warmblood cantering away. Switching leads sometimes in mid canter, and sometimes switching them while trotting before cantering again. I was even riding bareback sometimes! I’ve yet to attempt the canter without a saddle… but maybe one day.

I got Lifesigns the other day. They keep talking about the “Healing Touch”. But it’s a strange game, like a bunch of familiar DS games built into one, but I don’t think the game mechanics are as smart as they can be. Or maybe it’s because I don’t have that experience in the visual-novel type of game.

Lifesigns is definately not surgeries only. Trauma Center probably can’t go under the visual-novel category, I personally did not read anything outside of surgery briefings – and I’ve finished it! In Lifesigns you have to sometimes pay attention to what people say, and present items from your inventory.

Maybe my mini-review is a little premature because I’m not that far in (still in chapter 1 I guess). I totally hate one of my latest patients because I just cannot figure out what to do with her!