Blind Sunset

Sunsets...oh lovely sunsets. My heart breaks for the blind who can not see this wondrous thing. To describe it in one way is unreasonable because a sunset is different for everyone one. But if I were asked to explain what it was to a blind person, I would say: A sunset is beautiful; it's like the feeling of the sun warming your skin except in colour. I'd say that it is the feeling of warm sand under your feet during a walk on the beach. A sunset is the calm sound of the waves hitting the shore. This time of day is when one of Mozart's Symphonies plays across the sky. It is calming like a hot cup of tea or a bubble bath. A sunset is miraculous and breath taking, it is a lover's first kiss and a loving heart. It tastes like ice cream- so sweet and savoury. To miss out on a sunset is to miss out on the something incredible. Yet, most people don't even take the time to stop and look at the sunset. It seems like the only people who see the sunset are blind sometimes.

The Most Amazing Play

Another class trip to a play. Yet, this time I'm not only excited to be out of class but also because I am going to see the most amazing play! This play is comedic with a bit of romantic touches here and there. The play is about a group of 5 highschool student, which is awesome because I can relate. You see them at school, and the characters don't appear to be cliche. They have interesting lives, one is addicted to cocaine, the other has financial problems, one has an eating disorder, etc. Interesting enough everyone likes someone, and this is where you see the that is can be considered a romantic comedy. The actors make me laugh; I lean in, anticipating what will happens next. Moreover, The voice is clear and from the back I am able to see every expression. The lighting and sound are great. There are bangs and crashes at intense parts. The lights dim or blackout during transitions. At no point do I feel like falling asleep. As they burst out into a dance, a different background descends. They sing a song, one that is not cheesy or off key. The acting is top-notch and the play is good quality. That is what I call amazing!

A Curse or A Gift?

Imagine receiving a gift that is wrapped in glossy colours, and has a ribbon tied into a bow. You yearn to open it, see what this beautiful gift could hold. You look into the giver's eyes but they give no clues. You tear the paper, and there inside is something you have never imagined to be possible. It's your future laid out before you...do you leap for joy at seeing what the future holds for you? Or do you scream, cover your eyes and beg the giver to take it away? I know what I would do, I'd scream at the curse that was given to me. I would never want to see my future, it would be the worst thing ever! As many times as I have wished to know if I'd end up somewhere, I would never really want to know...for sure. To see into my future would ruin my whole life, because if I liked it then I would be paranoid about everything I did, and if I didn't I'd try to do things to change the path of my life! Also, I'd be depressed and I'd lose my sense of adventure because I would know how it would turn out...boring. Thus, keep your gifts to yourself because I don't want to see into the future! Please curse me not!

A Day in the Life of Me: Age 85

I wake up to the sun shining through my window. I'm on a life-time vacation, as in the rest of my life is a vacation. I slip off my designer pajama's and put on my Lululemon track suit. I head down, to meet my trainer Alejandro for my daily yoga workout. My favourite part is the meditation, after an hour, Alejandro leaves and I head to my clean kitchen for breakfast. Breakfast as in medication, I'm taking about 20 pills a day now, every time I visit my son, who is a doctor he is always perscribing me some more meds. Silly child! After that I make my breakfast (this time the actually thing); I have a fruit bowl, and a croissant with cream cheese.
I'm not really concerned about time as I go to lounge by my pool under the sun. My skin is smothered in sunscreen; I relax and let my tired muscles to be warmed. I go back in to prepare lunch an hour later for my family. My two children, son and daughter, will be bringing their kids over, along with my brother and sister's families. My children have busy lives, son is a doctor and daughter is a famous actress. My grandchildren love me dearly and my mansion of a home. I make a big meal, and I'm filled with joy to see my house filled with my family.
My husband's picture is framed along the entrance, and as I pass it on my way to let out my family, my heart swells for my deceased husband. Being a widow is not fun, so I take prozac.
I head out for my social meetings with my bestfriend, and to do some shopping. I get my chauffer to drive me every where, fore my driving skills have become not so fathomable. After I have to head over to talk to the women about organizing the ball for this year for the club that I am a the head chair of. I return home to relax for a cup of tea with my sister, we catch up and gossip about the people around town.
She tells me that she read the newspaper article about the donation I made to the needed organization at the time. I smile, and the wrinkles around my eyes become much too visible. My sister starts to pressure me into getting botox, and to get surgery to rejuvinate my face. I shake my head, I'm happy just the way I am.
Later that night, after dinner, I head to my library to pick out a new book to read. My library has all the books I have ever owned, I have promised my grandchildren that it can be their's to read after I am gone. Thus, I tuck myself in for a night of reading, glasses on, I read two pages and then fall into a blissful slumber dreaming. I dream of past events, because I have no regrets.

"A Cheap Birthday Gift"

Ultimate

Challenge

50 cents

Skittles

Frisbee

Happy Birthday

Fame

Exciting

An Auto-Me-Biography Poem

Saba

Outgoing and friendly, yet serious and sarcastic

Sibling of Dena and Daamoon

Lover of chocolate, chips, cheese, vampires, books, my family, chick flicks, sleep, music, and hot guys

Who fears all insects, dogs, and broken hearts

Who needs a vacation

Who gives advice and comfort to those in need

Who would like to see 1000 places before she dies

Resident of Earth

Ghahari

How I got here...

10. I am going to Western University to study biomedical science

9. I get accepted to Western

8. I apply to Western University, the one I liked the most

7. I visit universities that have a dental school

6. I decide to be a dentist

5. I took co-op at the dentist and loved it

4. I was unsure if I wanted to be a dentist

3. I like writing, acting, french, and science

2. I have many opportunities to try different things

1. I have access to education

Masquerade Party...Are you Invited?

Hey! Hey! I am holding a fabulous party, it is going to be so extravagant. My masquerade party requires all guests to wear masks and look glamourous! Are you wondering if you are invited? Check your name on the V.I.P. List!

V.I.P. List

Ashley Lavadinho- My best friend must be there! She fits the qualifications for this party. Having her there is going to make things ten times better!

Taylor Lautner- Hot and cute guys are a definite must! Taylor is soooo invited.

Jonas Brothers- They can sing at my party! They are so adorable, and there can be no masquerade without them.

Norwegian Minister- He's hot and insightful. This man fights for woman's rights, he's great for conversation!

Damon- Having a vampire present would just make this party one to die for! Literally!

Anne Hathaway- This Hollywood actress is so down to earth and awesome! How could she not be on this list?

Jennifer Garner- I love all her movies and she is gorgeous!




Taylor Swift- She is invited as long as she stays away from Taylor Lautner. He's mine :)

Lady Gaga- I can't wait to see what outfit she will wear to my party! And the paparazzi are sure to come along now!

Letizia D'alimonte- She is sure to cause lots of laughs with her silliness! Her outfit is going to look glam!

Sorry if your name is not on the list...maybe next time or not...

You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

Let's Go back To the Start...

Let's go back to the start. Although, looking back, it seems like the end should have been better. I should have stood on stage, in my cap and gown, just as I had imagined for the longest time with a smile on my face. Maybe because I was so focused on my goal I didn't realise that he could ruin everything. My perfect life had become ruthless and destructive in what I know now to be seconds. All it took was the first smile he gave me to forget how to do calculus or write a proper sentence. The talks then turned into dates amd one time I was even taught how to use a wrench.
So I became a different girl. My friends would look at me with disgust they didn't like what I had turned into. I started to skip classes and hang out with my boyfriend. He understood me. I didn't realise what I was doing when he told me his plan. I didn't truly understand until I was sitting in front of the detective, his pencil barely touching the paper as if waiting for me to explain. How could I tell him that I was innocent? No one would see me as the girl that I was in the beginning. In their eyes I was guilty. I felt as if I was locked inside a cage. I started to hyperventilate, the moment the tears started to flow so did the tears. I told him everything, how I was forced to do things with him, how at lunch he would take me to room 143, the empty classroom. I showed the detective the bruises o0n my body, and told him that was how I was punished when I didn't cooperate.
His pencil was flying across his page, he nodded for me to continue when I stopped. I found it odd that I felt lighter than I had before. Relief filled me but I wasn't done yet. He had to know about the plan. I was electrified and on edge when I explained how my friends had begun to treat me. How he would tell me that they deserved to die and one day when I was really upset, he came up with the plan. He said that horrible people like them should be killed and it was up to us to alert the world.
That night, he gave me a gun, and the next day when my friends showed up just like we had planned, it was a scandal all on its own. I did as I was told and took them to the room. When I saw the look on my friends faces as he pointed the gun at my friends I remembered the bruises and how bitter and mean he was. So then I smiled at him, even adding a winl and I pulled my own trigger.
The bullet hit him in the chest and he fell over with shock and then anger flashed in his eyes. Before I knew it I was being pulled out of the room, to safety by my true friends. When I finished explaining, I looked at the clock; my classmates were graduating at this very moment. The detective closed his book and sighed. Clearly, you'd feel the same had you been there at the beginning of the end.

Did You Know There Are 5 Levels of Reading?

1. Literal- Although, I tend to stray away from non-fiction books, I do non-fiction watch movies. I loved the Inconvient Truth, the movie reveals the truth of global warming. It talks about the effects, and I really loved learning more about environmental problems.

2. Emotional- I have read many emotional books and most of the time these become my favourites. In the case of movies, I really connected with My Sister's Keeper. I cried from the first scene all the way until the end. When you are reading or watching situations like these, you acutally begin to feel what they are going through. Also, I felt like I could relate to it, and that is why I loved it so much.

3. Moral- My favourite book/movie when I was a child was Cinderella. I learned that even though you may be unappreciated and condemned to live a horrible life, if you are truly kind hearted good things will soon come your way. I also learned to treat others the way, that I want to be treated. Cinderella even taught me that no matter what I had to go through, soon enough my prince charming would come my way. Just to let you know I am still waiting for him...

4. Symbolic- I have to admit that I loved the novel Life of Pi, it had so much symbolism and it was enticingly rich. They used colours, animals, and religion for symbolism.

5. Hyperbolic- My favourite hyperbolic movie is Scary Movie 3, it is a satire of all the scary movies but together. This movie never fails to make me laugh at the part when they have Micheal Jackson sitting in the girls room!

The Encounter

The park was filled with sounds, and scents of blossoming flowers. Babies were in their strollers being pushed by their Mommies, and others were walking their dogs. The rest of the people didn't seem to register to me. I mindlessly sat down on the bench and closed me eyes. I titled my face up and let the sun warm my skin. Summer could not have come fast enough. I opened my eyes when birds began to think of me as a statue, and good thing I did because a homeless person had made his way towards me. My heart was light today and I decided to spare him some change but I didn't bother to stay longer and observe him.

I continued to walk down the path, clearing my head of all troubles. I was in deep thought when I slammed into someone. I fell back and hit my head on the concrete pavement. The other person seemed not to have fallen because his shadow was blocking the sun. My vision made duplicates of the person I had just slammed into.

"Owwwww" I cried, and he immediately knelt down and helped me up. He started to move his lips but my hearing had become lost in the fall. He is...no it couldn't be...not possible...but without a doubt this was Taylor Lautner.

"...I'm so sorry, does your head hurt?" he finished saying with those puppy dog eyes.

"My head?...Oh ya, I'll be fine." I tried to force a smile but my head hurt too much. Why didn't I wear my purple dress today? I should have put on some lip gloss before I left the house, "Ummm...." I was about to say something but his hand was on my head and I had gone breathless. "Ya, I definitely feel a bump right here" he examined my head and frowned.

"Why were you running?" I asked, suddenly remembering seeing a person running full speed at me. He looked shocked for a moment and then I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. He looked back behind him and his stance looked like a runner before a race. He paused for a moment and then replied, "Would you like to run away with me?"

"Yes! I mean sure" I tried to remain calm but my heart was beating so fast that I thought it would fly right out of me.

"Come on" he grinned, and I could recognize that grin off the poster on my wall. Taylor grabbed my hand and we ran past the Mommies and their adorable babies, past the dogs and their owners and all those other people...Oh. All those other people were here for a reason, "Wait" I stopped running and stared at him, "Why are we running?" He looked as if he was struggling with something, "If I tell you, will you promise me that no matter what you will stay with me?"
"Yes, I promise" I didn't even bother to consider it, the words will you stay with me willyoustaywithme... willyoustaywithme kept running through my aching head.

He smiled a devastingly beautiful smile that melted my heart down from it's hyper active state, "First of all I never got your name beautiful"
"Uh..Saba" I stammered, he had made me forget my own name!
"Lovely," he chirped and then he looked right into my eyes "I am Taylor Lautner." I was about to say that I knew but he nodded as he was answering my thoughts. "You know, of course. Well, if you hadn't noticed the park is kind of busy today"

"Yeah, I could barely walk through the trail, that is why I was walking along this path..."
"And I was running away from all those crazy fans and the paparazzi when I ran into you" he concluded.
"So are you filming a new movie here or something?" I couldn't imagine why Taylor Lautner would be here of all places.
"Nah, I just wanted to hang outside today" He said it as if it were the most ordinary thing for him in the world.
"Okay, so now we have to run right? Because everyone wants an autograph or picture?" I smiled knowingly. A short distance away and fast approaching was a mob of people. I nodded in their direction, and Taylor gasped in shock,"Wow, they are fast."
"We can be faster" this time we both grinned, he slipped his hand into mine and we ran towards the sun. The mob was getting faster and faster, yelling "Stop!" and "Who's the girl?" I was out of breath by the time we were on the street. Silently, we made a plan and the next store that came up we ducked into. We waited several minutes then slipped out only to find that our dilemma had not vanished. The mob must have figured that we had gone into a store and they were screaming their way back down.
Taylor laughed and squeezed my hand, "I've got a plan." His laugh was infectous and all I could do was laugh back, "Okay, let's hear it."
"No, I'll show you" he lead me towards a narrow alley, "Being famous, I need to know all the secret routes to get around town." We were going down a broken-up path, I couldn't imagine what his life must be like.

Taylor didn't bother to run anymore, he walked at a slow pace and every so often he'd look back and make sure no one was following us. He asked me about my life and the school I went to, he seemed interested and that was all I needed to know. He shared some secrets with me, that I will never tell. The sun had begun to dim and I was shocked when I realized how long we had been walking. "Voila" he said; there in front of us was a Mercedes-Benz SLK300. I started to doubt my sanity, was I imagining Taylor and all of this?
"There they are!" a thousand and one voices cried, I looked to my left- the mob.
"Not again," Taylor sighed and then flashed me a smile, "Hop in gorgeous." I did as I was told, and hopped into the convertible. Before I knew it, the car was in drive, and Taylor shyly said, "Now that the mob is gone, can I finally kiss you?"
"Only if you promise me that no matter what you will stay with me" I said.
"Forever, if you will have me" he said softly, and then he leaned in and kissed me.
We drove towards the sunset, head ache and the mob all gone. All there was Taylor and me- forever just like he promised.

You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

I am an Object, the Object is Me

Hello!


Wow did you know that you are the very first person I have talked to? You see I am kind of shy. I really like to hide behind desks and people and I am good at it! Actually hide and seek is my favourite game, sometimes I can stay hidden for days on end! I usually use the good old trick of hiding under some clothes (jackets work the best).

Other than playing hide and seek, I sit around with my friends. My friends are so new and shiny. They can comfort even the saddest person around, people always get mad at me for some reason. I guess it's because I am old and skinny. My new friends are also strong, they laugh and call me weak. One time I got so anxious and I began to rock back and forth to make the noise go away and I accidently fell over! Good thing I didn't hurt my back, I always practice perfect posture. My new friends like to lay back while lounging around. Such couch potatoes.



I have a pretty big family, most of my brothers and sisters have gone off the unversity and have started careers. The majority of my family works in waiting rooms. When we are young we learn to be very patient. Sometimes I get bullied, I guess thats what high school is all about. People kick me and put gum on me. Gosh, don't they know that it is so hard to get gum out. I don't get to make any decisions, even though I think I am old enough to. When I get in trouble, I get stacked with all the others in a dark and scary room.

Oh I forgot to tell you about the time I got to meet Queen Throne, that was the best day of my life. She is so nice and soft. She told me that I was born to have people...sit on me! No, that can not be right because well that would mean that I was a....chair. OH! That's right I am a chair. People sit on me all day, my view consists of denim jeans and silky skirts, and sometimes I breathe in some really bad smells. I am a chair, I think I actually believe that now...OH NO! I am losing my voice. Uh oh. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a chair, that way I could talk all the time.












You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

Guess What?!?!

You would never have guessed what happened on that day. It was raining buckets and buckets; I ran down the street with my umbrella. The sun had evaded the sky so quickly and I knew that darkness would be coming soon. I looked at tyhe time, oh I was so late for it. It must have already happpened-without me! Splash! Splash! My ears began to hear a ringing sound. I stopped dead in my tracks, something was coming...What was that noise? I did not dare turn back, but but before I could get there, it captured me. The last thing that flashed through my ming was a photograph of a castle.
In my unconscious state, I dreamt about wierd creatures, magical frogs. I tried to get myself to speak but I knew that someone, something was behind all this. The frogs dragged me up a hill and what seemed to be a forest. I screamed but there was slime on my lips. Gross, I thought. I pleaded to them with my eyes but the frogs were on a mission. Where was my ipod when I needed it? I could blast my music and sonic sound blow them all away. I searched my pockets but there was nothing. A frog tapped me on the shoulder and I saw that he was listening to my ipod. What! Then I saw a clearing in the trees, it was a sign. I hoped that beyond it was help. The clearing revealed a castle. As they carried me closer, I saw someone leap from behind and jump on the frogs leader. I threw him my umbrella and he used it as a sword to swat away the now angry frogs. The frogs began to look seriously aggressive , I choked back another scream. I wandered if my prince would win? What could I do? I noticed that the one frog had dropped my ipod. AH HA!
Alas, a plan. I grabbed my ipod and blasted Taylor Swift, a blue light shot out and all the frogs fell flat. My prince, yes he was now mine, came and untied me. He carried me up the rest of the hill tp his castle. There I washed away the slime from my lips and left without another glance in the mirror.
That night we feasted on many different types of chocolate. The prince then knelt, while wearing his leather shoes and I could feel my heart about to burst out of my skin. He spoke the words and I nearly fainted, "Do you love me?"
I jumped for joy and was about to say yes when he said "Because I need you to go get me some McDonalds."
I flashed red with anger. I was not a slave! So as I began to cry, tears of pity for myself he got up and said, "I'm just kidding. Marry me my fair lady." I became the princess of the land and I swear to you that is exactly how it all went down.

You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

Craving Words and Pages

Today could not have come soon enough, it's Valentines Day. As most people associate this day with chocolate, I have another view. On most holidays my unbearable craving for the delicious comes back to me. It comes on Thanksgiving, Halloween, Christmas, today, and Easter. After many doctors appointments and tests, it is clear that nothing can be done. I have Book Eating Disorder. You might be shocked, but it is true. So today, I was trying my best to push all thoughts away but it could only last so long. Hungry and anxious, I went to the closest grocery store I could find, oops I mean book store. Having been good for so long I decided to splurge on myself.

I walked along the fiction isle. yummm...my mouth watered, I was so thirsty like Edward when he was around Bella. I quickly picked up Twilight (by Stephenie Meyer) this was going to feel so good as it went down my throat, calming my ever lasting thirst for a bit. I knew for a fact that I'd be eating this one in the least amount of bites as possible. It was a hot summer day, and I wanted to chug the words off the pages. I was giddy with excitement, I wanted to race home but I knew I still needed more.

Love and fantasy were my peanut butter and jelly; I loved the them mixed together so much that I decided to get another. I glanced around, checking to see if I was being watched. The sales people would never understand but...Damon would. Ohhhh Vampire Diaries, so sweet and tasty. L. J. Smith knew how to make you feel satisfied. I grabbed the series hungrily, licking my lips. It was ice cream with a cherry on top and candy all wrapped in one. I was going to devour them slowly, making sure that the books lived on in my soul. Dazed by my fantasies, I forgot to keep control of myself. I realized a little to late that I had began to lick the hefty novel as if it were ice cream on a cone. I looked to my left and right. Phew, I was safe.

Daintily I made my way down the classics isle, I needed something salty to balance out the sweetness. I have always been a fan of Jane Austen, but today I needed a different comfort. I knew that Pride and Prejudice wouldn't cut it today, maybe in a couple of weeks I'd come by with my sense and sensibility and read it once, before I cut it up into bit size pieces and traveled back in time. However, at the current time I traced the spine of Wuthering Heights gently. This was one of those delicate and rare meals that I rarely ate. The classics were special, and I hated to bring harm upon them but I reminded myself of the crisp taste and the feelings it would make me feel. There it was settled. I caressed the book away from the others, and mindlessly walked toward the next isle.

Oh no... the cookbook isle, this isle haunted my dreams. It made me do things that I had never thought possible. I ran to the next isle before I could even let myself regard the chocolate donned pages. Today was such a splendid day...A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini appeared in my sight, this must be a sign I thought. Mmmmmm, I could feel the spiciness radiating off the book. Such a sad story, but it had strength. Laila and Mariam's willpower would burn my tongue and insides but I didn't care about my disliking for spicy foods. I love this one so much that I would eat it twice and once more. Books can change you for the better I like to think.

My resolve almost broke and I began to feel guilty about what I was going to do when I got home. My stomach rumbled and all thoughts got pushed away, I have a right to eat these books and I will. I debated my next purchase; Sarah Dessen has so much different toppings to choose from, her books make for a great tasting pizza. I picked up Just Listen and flipped through the pages. The aroma of the book hits me, I have to nearly run to cashier. I wanted this book-all of these books- to be a part of me. I was so happy that I was having an out-of-body experience.

I am unaware of how I made my way home, but the next thing I know I am patting my stomach, craving all gone. I tune in to the movie Notebook. What can I say? Books are my favourite meal but movies also make for a great snack.

You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

25 Things I like to Write or Write About

1. my life
2. to-do lists :)
3. e-mails
4. Facebook messages
5. food....especially chocolate
6. music
7. blogs
8. poems
9. short stories
10. introductions to books
11. lyrics/songs
12. thank you cards
13. plans
14. letters
15. friends
16. family
17. stress
18. boys
19. vampires
20. travels, vacation
21. adventures
22. secrets
23. movies
24. books
25. dreams

You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book

Simply Me

Hey all blog readers! Welcome, welcome. :)

I am a stranger in my own life, but I do know some things about myself. I could tell you the basics: my age, height, hair colour, eye colour....I am sure by the time I got to my birthday, you would have fallen into a deep sleep. (Just in case you were wondering 17, 5ft6, brown, brown, and April 3, 1992).

To sum it up I am: a grade 12 student, a leader, a musician, a writer, an actress, a friend, a sister, a cousin, a daughter, a lover, a fighter and a role model to some. I am not perfect but I believe I can change at least one person's world.

Okay, so now you are probably asking yourself "Where in the world did this girl come from?" Well, I came from the land of gravity and velocity...the land of Physics and boy was it scary. I said my goodbyes to the physician people and now I have come to the land of Writer's Craft. This place is exhilarating and fresh. I'll keep you up to date as I explore this land more and more.

You know you can't see me,

the Invisible Book