SiD’s Sphere!!

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Today

height: 5′6″
color: Tanned
piercing: ears
tattoos: would never take so much pain for a mark thatd never go away.

Right Now

Time: 5:00 pm
Mood: Bored
taste: none
the weather: too humid
bad habit: loads
current crush: none
biggest regret: not havin done enuff  
Perfume(s): none. i dont put perfume at home
Thing I want to do: for starters, make a difference in somone’s life

Favourite

TV show: cant think of any
book: Loads!!!
non alcoholic drink: Nestle Apple, Apple Sidra, Iced Tea
milk drink: Hot Chocolate
brand: ummmm… *bummer
color: these days, black
emblem: why would i have a favourite emblem. no im not in love wid my school’s. no. none.
perfume: Too many.
designer: Burberry
Chocolate: if only i could eat them regularly, id have favs.

Have I Ever

broken the law: must have
misused credit card: No
skipped school: DUH!!!
fell asleep in the shower/bath: No
had children: No
been in love: Ha!! there is no such thng as love.
been hurt: no. im not human.

Random

have a job: No.
My CD player has what in it right now: stacie orrico.
if I were a crayon, the color? yellow of the sun.
what makes me happy? ive never thought abt that.

When/What Was the Last

I got a real letter: ummmm.. i get letters from liberty books all the time askin me to renew my newweek subscription but ive been too lazy. 
got an email: 2 hours ago.
thing I purchased: Daud’s Kurta =D
TV program I watched: ummm…when was the last time i watched TV?? ummmm….no, cant remember.
movie I saw in the theaters: Crash. last semester. 
Hugged: ive never really had a proper hug my whole life.
Place I was: IBA.
song heard: I Promise, Stacie Orrico
phone call: him
was depressed: last few months..

What Comes to Mind When I Hear

car: 867
murder: blank
cape: superman
cell: indispensible
fun: shakiba and aarish 
shoe: shopping
crush: my dreams
music: nabeel
love: me
chalk: school I TagAbeer. let ths be ur first tag! welcome to blogosphere!

Every morning when ammi, in a very low voice calls out my name, I wake up with a start and sit up in bed shivering for a good 3 secs.
why does this happen, coz ammi brings me back from an altered state of conciousness where i can not only touch, smell, see, hear and taste but also think, make decisions, feel emotions, judge, reflect…. what makes the altered state of conciousness so much better is that i can be someone else. Moreover, i can also think for everyone else who’s a part of that space and time with me. while in that moment, i remember experiences from my real life and incorporate them with the situation then, but i can never tell the difference between real and unreal.
the 3 secs that it takes me to make the transition from real to unreal, from the unknown to known, the memory of my dreams is lost to the unconcious again(most of the time) and no matter how hard i try to remember what i was dreamin abt, i cant. i just remember bein concious. i just remember bein alive.
sometimes when i dont remember being concious, another feelin overwhelms me: i was temporarily dead.
sleep scientists have given explanation after another to explain this phenonmenon. Freud, Jung and Adler have all proposed different theories to explain the mysterious world of dreams but does science hold the answer to all our questions?
Ever since ive realised that a lot of the dreams i remember come true-the exact same words are spoken by the exact same ppl at the exact same place- ive been wondering if dreamin is an interaction with God. (I think even sex is an interaction with the Divine- the ecstasy, the formation of life, expression of the purest form of love. btw, theres nothin perverted abt thinkin abt sex. newsflash: freud was right, we all do. its much more than just a dirty joke. why is it such a taboo to talk abt it even in serious conversations, specially for a girl?) so back to dreams.
a companion of the Holy Prophet Hazrat Mohammad (P.B.U.H), whose name i cant remember, once gave his zakat to a prostitute. the townspeople ridiculed him. the next day he gave the remainin of his zakat to a theif subjectin himself to more ridicule. that night Hazrat Mohammad (P.B.U.H) came in his dream and told him that the prostitute had stopped sellin sex, and the theif had stopped stealing coz they now had the money for which they had to stoop so low.
This shows us that dreams are a method of communication. God’s way of delivering messages to us. I am not sayin that Freud was wrong abt wish fullfilment. he was right too. Dreams are a representation of our hidden desires, just our brain chemistry at work. But before tryin to find an explanation for everyhting in th realms of science, we should remember there’s a Higher Power who controls this universe and while He has formulated laws to maintain order, it is in His power to use our dreams to show us a glimpse of the future.