Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Words Unspoken Forever...



The soulless and demeaning life I have lived has had many turns for the worst. The thing I most crave and yearn for is to speak hostile to the words that mean nothing to some and everything to others. I desire to burst out of this merciless, defective, remorseful and putrid place we call home. This deceiving world that teaches how to be narcissistic and self centered where no one cares for one another but only themselves. We are taught to deceive everyone around us, put on an act for all of our lives as if we are nothing but puppets and who pulls the strings nobody knows. How I wish to speak but yet my emotionless and withered lips don’t seem to move. Will anyone ever let me speak this harsh full and “corrupted” language? Will I forever remain subdued and restrained? How long will my voice go unheard and in vain? How long will I have to endure this excruciating pain for which I want nothing to do with? I want some tranquility, some stillness and a soft hushed voice to tell me it will all be over soon....

By Wajiha

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Quotes to live by

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile-Albert Einstein

Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.- Amelia Burr

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.- Carl Sandburg

The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt.-Frederick Buechner


Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Operation Strip Tease


While killing time at a fashion show before his mission at the White House, The Russian man wanders off behind the scenes and starts chatting up one of the models (Catholic mother). Unable to control himself, he spills the beans to the model who, knowing her catholic duty, calls the police.“911, what is your emergency?”“I’m calling to report a Russian…”A short boy, resembling a toddler crawled onto the table, reached with his dumpy hands, and put the phone down for her.“Vyu can’t dzoo zat, zis not a goud idea,” the toddler whispers with the voice of a 47 year old.“Why is your voice so…manly? What a little miracle you are. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus…She does the sign of the cross with her skinny fingers. Jesus.“It is my rightful duty, as a regular church attendee to do this. It is God’s orders,” she explains in a monotone voice.“Zi should tell zyu sthat I’m an undurcover 15 year old…and zyour babies’ faaja;” he declares like he was Darth Vadar, “All six zof zem.”With a puzzled face she utters the words: “No. You are not. Not my six miracles from the Lord Jesus Christ. I do not remember doing you,” she exclaims…with boredom. “The Lord would punish me.”She falls onto her boney knees, almost breaking them, and goes into prayer with her palms facing the Lord’s home: “I believe in God, the Father Almighty, the Creator of Heaven and Earth and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord who…”“Zjot it. Zyu Amerdicans zounds like my dog, Lazzie,” he yells. “And by zee way, we did it in zee back…of the church.”The skinny woman gasps.“My muhzer back in Raasha zays zat prayer every time she zees me. I always vwondered vwhy,” he says with a confused look on his face.“But zat iz not nwhy I am here,” he states boldly while glancing at his watch. 3 pm.“In half an hour, Jeorge Daab-ah-zuu Bush zis holding a fourz of July party at zee Vwhite House. It iz my duty to explode out of zee cake…naked. Zit iz a gift from Raasha. It meanz ‘we hate zyou’. I’m going to be…aztrippar. I need zyour help. Jow me how to walk zee runway.

By Jean and Wajiha

Thursday, September 13, 2007

The flabertastic football game

Today is the day , all the wags and i are getting ready to go support our husbands and boyfriends in the biggest football game of the century. We were jumping the couch in the morning as if we had never been to a game in our lives. We were sweet hearting our husbands away so they would be in a good mood. We got to the field in the afternoon and were ready to go with the shitsheets of the other team. Our husbands were slobber knocking away and no one got up the anothers nose thankfully. In the end it was a spinky game we were proud to say we won with dignity.

By Wajiha

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A good friend's advice

Blimey, are you completely bonkers mate? That bloke seems daft to me, you two seem like a match made in heaven, innit?

By Wajiha