You might need to sit down for this one. I have a revelation to make. I am..human. GASP! I know. I'll give you a minute to let that sink in....
...Minute's over. Yeah, I thought we should get that out of the way before I move on to whatever.
I have small quirks and strange habits too, you know. For example, I will literally get out of bed at 3 am to fix my sheets. If they're not tight as spandex on a 130 kg woman, then I can't sleep. I think it's more of an OCD thing, y'know? I was in the (makeshift) kitchen earlier throwing together a (makeshift) dinner and I noticed that there was a lonely blue elastic band out of place with the yellow ones. I obviously had to locate more blue elastics in order for the blue one to not feel so lonely. Also, I lost a chopstick and that upsets me. I flipped the (makeshift) kitchen looking for it.
Where oh were have thou gone?
Have thee from my life withdrawn?
No, I'm not going to do this.
When I write an essay for school, I love writing it in the smallest possible font so that when I enlarge it, I've written much more than I thought. It's a pleasant surprise. I do enjoy being pleased. I enjoy extremely hot weather, or what I like to call a blow dryer day. I'm sure anyone who's been to the Mid-West knows what I'm talking about. I think I enjoy it because I spent so many years living in the Ice Age and I do rather enjoy change. Change is good, oddly enough.
Anyways, I have another essay to write. This time, it's a personal choice: an analyzing of Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore. Too bad I hated the book. It drove me away from the edge.
Isn't that Kureiji?
31.5.10
30.5.10
Don't Feed Me Violins
Sometimes we're grateful for speedy time, other times our eyes strain trying to keep up with our watches. I think time is weird, to be honest. The days just d r a g by but the weeks areflyingby. It's nothing anyone can explain, so naturally, I'm going to ignore this... phenomena and move on to more pressing matters.
My graduation is coming up in....24 days (yeah I looked it up. Apparently, I can't use common sense. Today is May 31, and grad is on June 24th. Jeez.) and I'm completely mellow. I really fail to show stress or anger or fear. It's more of a butterfly festival feeling in the pit of my stomach (that feeling really bothers me, by the way). I can't wait to graduate and start the new, grown-up chapter in my life. I finally have an excuse to leave things behind (mental things) and move on. Movin' on up... Where is that song from? Whatever, I still have ADD.
Oh, well. 12 years and now it's down to one month. Where does the time fly? Once again, I refuse to answer. Too confusing for even this blond.
Isn't that Kureiji?
My graduation is coming up in....24 days (yeah I looked it up. Apparently, I can't use common sense. Today is May 31, and grad is on June 24th. Jeez.) and I'm completely mellow. I really fail to show stress or anger or fear. It's more of a butterfly festival feeling in the pit of my stomach (that feeling really bothers me, by the way). I can't wait to graduate and start the new, grown-up chapter in my life. I finally have an excuse to leave things behind (mental things) and move on. Movin' on up... Where is that song from? Whatever, I still have ADD.
Oh, well. 12 years and now it's down to one month. Where does the time fly? Once again, I refuse to answer. Too confusing for even this blond.
Isn't that Kureiji?
29.5.10
I Wanna Get Married... In 5 Years.
Last night I returned from a brilliant trip to Kuwait. It was my cousin's wedding, and Good Lord it was magnificent!
I was a bridesmaid along with 3 other cousins and we each had a gentleman to walk with. I originally was meant to walk with a good friend, but as it turns out, I was the tallest of us girls, so I had to walk at the back with my tallest male cousin (WHO IS RIDICULOUSLY STIFF!). Oh, well. We marched, we didn't get married or anything.
So the bridesmaid dresses were not particularly proper for a gallant wedding, so we went to change. We all wore long dresses with lots of tulle for puffiness, but I kept stumbling on my too-high heels and took them off 5 minutes into the wedding (now I could walk and dance with the original gentleman. He is, in truth, much taller than me. But 398429 inch heels to help a woman...). I spent all 5 hours prancing around and dancing my heart out barefoot, and I've never had so much fun in my life!
There's this ceremony in Arab weddings in which all the bachelorettes in the bride's family dance around the bride with giant candles, then the groom comes and turns off the candles one by one. I think it's a ceremonious thing, but I have no idea what it means. Also, the last bride gets to carry the largest candle to 'pass the torch' or whatever.
I tripped a lot barefoot, and at one point, I went into the wrong wedding hall. It was all good though, I checked myself in time. Also, a man went into the women's bathroom. I ran into him at the sink fixing his beard. I happened to be singing 'Come Primo' very loudly along wit the giant spear system, so that was pretty embarrassing. Thank God it wasn't this man my mother's trying to get me to marry, 'cause that would have put an end to the thought. I'm not a terribly good singer, you see. :)
In conclusion, I would like to be married in 5 years, please. Preferably to someone who drives an SUV or 4x4, or 4 wheel drive, whatever, I don't know the difference. Also, someone who gets my family, because frankly, I don't. For God's sake, we have a diseased DUCK hobbling around the living room!
Isn't that Kureiji?
I was a bridesmaid along with 3 other cousins and we each had a gentleman to walk with. I originally was meant to walk with a good friend, but as it turns out, I was the tallest of us girls, so I had to walk at the back with my tallest male cousin (WHO IS RIDICULOUSLY STIFF!). Oh, well. We marched, we didn't get married or anything.
So the bridesmaid dresses were not particularly proper for a gallant wedding, so we went to change. We all wore long dresses with lots of tulle for puffiness, but I kept stumbling on my too-high heels and took them off 5 minutes into the wedding (now I could walk and dance with the original gentleman. He is, in truth, much taller than me. But 398429 inch heels to help a woman...). I spent all 5 hours prancing around and dancing my heart out barefoot, and I've never had so much fun in my life!
There's this ceremony in Arab weddings in which all the bachelorettes in the bride's family dance around the bride with giant candles, then the groom comes and turns off the candles one by one. I think it's a ceremonious thing, but I have no idea what it means. Also, the last bride gets to carry the largest candle to 'pass the torch' or whatever.
I tripped a lot barefoot, and at one point, I went into the wrong wedding hall. It was all good though, I checked myself in time. Also, a man went into the women's bathroom. I ran into him at the sink fixing his beard. I happened to be singing 'Come Primo' very loudly along wit the giant spear system, so that was pretty embarrassing. Thank God it wasn't this man my mother's trying to get me to marry, 'cause that would have put an end to the thought. I'm not a terribly good singer, you see. :)
In conclusion, I would like to be married in 5 years, please. Preferably to someone who drives an SUV or 4x4, or 4 wheel drive, whatever, I don't know the difference. Also, someone who gets my family, because frankly, I don't. For God's sake, we have a diseased DUCK hobbling around the living room!
Isn't that Kureiji?
24.5.10
Hi Eightus!
Yeah, that was just a witty was of typing hiatus. I am on hiatus. Hi, I ate us! Hiatus :)
23.5.10
One Angry Email Coming Right Up!
Today, I was doing my usual Googling (look up 'why can't I' in the search box. Never fails to please!) and I decided to cheer up one of my down friends by translating one of my ramblings in Urdu, only to discover that Google doesn't translate English text to Urdu! The outrage! Naturally, I sent one of my infamous (not really, I just send a lot) angry emails, and I've yet to get a reply. Hmph.
Well, this isn't the first time I've been a Good Samaritan (Bless my soul). On a recent vacation to Canada (I KNOW, please don't ask), I was shopping in this great store, Winners, when I found the perfume that I had been searching for for quite a while. I naturally bought it, but upon farther inspection of the package, I came across a sticker that said 'Property of Shoppers Drug Mart. If this product is being sold at another store, please call ---'. Naturally, being the Good Samaritan (God Bless me) I called this toll free number and tattled. It was fun. I didn't win any prizes, though, but the lovely Gentleman on the other end thanked me profusely, and he told me that I was the first person to EVER call. I was honoured. I'm the first Shoppers Drug Mart snitch. I feel like this. Media, I love you!
Anyways, sorry if any of the companies I told on or complained about got detention or something lame like that. Get over it. Back in the day (three years ago, really) I owned detention. I was in detention so much that I became detention monitor, just to save teachers the trouble of saying, 'Detention!' I once had this teacher who sneezed so much that I hung a sign at the edge of my desk that said 'BLESS YOU' in big bold letters. Every time she sneezed, we all just pointed to my desk. She once came to class with a big thank you sign. Good times.
Isn't that Kureiji?
Well, this isn't the first time I've been a Good Samaritan (Bless my soul). On a recent vacation to Canada (I KNOW, please don't ask), I was shopping in this great store, Winners, when I found the perfume that I had been searching for for quite a while. I naturally bought it, but upon farther inspection of the package, I came across a sticker that said 'Property of Shoppers Drug Mart. If this product is being sold at another store, please call ---'. Naturally, being the Good Samaritan (God Bless me) I called this toll free number and tattled. It was fun. I didn't win any prizes, though, but the lovely Gentleman on the other end thanked me profusely, and he told me that I was the first person to EVER call. I was honoured. I'm the first Shoppers Drug Mart snitch. I feel like this. Media, I love you!
Anyways, sorry if any of the companies I told on or complained about got detention or something lame like that. Get over it. Back in the day (three years ago, really) I owned detention. I was in detention so much that I became detention monitor, just to save teachers the trouble of saying, 'Detention!' I once had this teacher who sneezed so much that I hung a sign at the edge of my desk that said 'BLESS YOU' in big bold letters. Every time she sneezed, we all just pointed to my desk. She once came to class with a big thank you sign. Good times.
Isn't that Kureiji?
21.5.10
Che un Bel Giorno per la Prima Colazione
Ahhhh, such a nice day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the mommies are yelling, the teenagers are hungry, the dads are praying, the mommies and teenagers are waiting, the San Stefano brunch is closing... ahh.
Last night, I dreamed that a good friend and I switched bodies. It was a bit like Freak Friday, except without the lameness. So we switched bodies, homes, families, everything, and it was going along fine, except when we had to brush our teeth. I had no idea which toothbrush to use, and vice-versa. For future reference, mine is the green one. Sometimes I do wish I could switch bodies with people. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly happy with the life I'm living, but swapping would be a welcome change as well as a challenge. Maybe sometime in the next century, it will be invented. It would be like one of those 'How Much Do You Know About Your Best Friend' game shows. I'm sure it would cost a myriad amount of money, but, eh. It's worth it.
You know what gets me thinking sometimes? Now don't get me wrong, I don't question the dogma of my beautiful religion, but I do wonder about reincarnation. You know, we could have lived in another time, but we would never know 'cause we don't remember it. I mean, for all I know, I could have been Hitler or James Brown (it's a gender pattern, you see. Male, female, asexual. Male, female, asexual). I don't believe in reincarnation, though, not only because it's not mentioned in my religion, but because it doesn't make sense. Everyone gets one turn, the end. Badda Bing Badda Boom. The end.
In other news, I can fit a whole pack of gum in my mouth at once. Jaw ache? Oh God yes.
Isn't that Kureiji?
Last night, I dreamed that a good friend and I switched bodies. It was a bit like Freak Friday, except without the lameness. So we switched bodies, homes, families, everything, and it was going along fine, except when we had to brush our teeth. I had no idea which toothbrush to use, and vice-versa. For future reference, mine is the green one. Sometimes I do wish I could switch bodies with people. Don't get me wrong, I'm perfectly happy with the life I'm living, but swapping would be a welcome change as well as a challenge. Maybe sometime in the next century, it will be invented. It would be like one of those 'How Much Do You Know About Your Best Friend' game shows. I'm sure it would cost a myriad amount of money, but, eh. It's worth it.
You know what gets me thinking sometimes? Now don't get me wrong, I don't question the dogma of my beautiful religion, but I do wonder about reincarnation. You know, we could have lived in another time, but we would never know 'cause we don't remember it. I mean, for all I know, I could have been Hitler or James Brown (it's a gender pattern, you see. Male, female, asexual. Male, female, asexual). I don't believe in reincarnation, though, not only because it's not mentioned in my religion, but because it doesn't make sense. Everyone gets one turn, the end. Badda Bing Badda Boom. The end.
In other news, I can fit a whole pack of gum in my mouth at once. Jaw ache? Oh God yes.
Isn't that Kureiji?
20.5.10
Hello, I'm A Box.
*Dramatic Exhale* Whoa. I am POOPED. I've resembled a lost chicken today, what with all my running around, desperately looking for things all over this scrambled city. I have so many errands to run, I really don't have time to breathe. I also don't have space to breathe...
I've been living in a furnished apartment for the past few years now, and it's finally time to move away. Only, I have to move to two places. I have serious packing to do, as well as serious explaining to the owners of this apartment. You see, I like to turn what little space I have into my personal sanctuary. I tend to draw all over walls and put up posters, pictures, LOADS of countdowns and calendars, and a lot of other knick-knacks. It's pretty cozy, if you're me, and you like the Hogwarts gang staring down at you as you slumber.
I've taken most of the luggage and all the water-boxes and filled them with stuff, from Happy Bunny folders to vibrating massage devices. It's loads of fun, looking to see what's accumulated under my bed since I first moved in. I found a shirt, perfume, LOTS of erasers, the chain of a ring-and-chain necklace given to me by a lovely friend, books, lost homework, lost iPod speakers that I thought I left in Tunisia last year, and an earring. Can you imagine? What if I lived here for 5 years? I'm sure I'd find my brother there, among animals and food. Ew, never.
I enjoy cleaning all around. It's fun, refreshing, and a BIG stress reliever. On the other hand, I'm pretty disorganized, messy, and lazy sometimes. I'm like two people in one. Zeus forgot to get to me..
Isn't that Kureiji?
ps: I couldn't find the actual Wikipedia page or reliable source for that quote, but, eh.
I've been living in a furnished apartment for the past few years now, and it's finally time to move away. Only, I have to move to two places. I have serious packing to do, as well as serious explaining to the owners of this apartment. You see, I like to turn what little space I have into my personal sanctuary. I tend to draw all over walls and put up posters, pictures, LOADS of countdowns and calendars, and a lot of other knick-knacks. It's pretty cozy, if you're me, and you like the Hogwarts gang staring down at you as you slumber.
I've taken most of the luggage and all the water-boxes and filled them with stuff, from Happy Bunny folders to vibrating massage devices. It's loads of fun, looking to see what's accumulated under my bed since I first moved in. I found a shirt, perfume, LOTS of erasers, the chain of a ring-and-chain necklace given to me by a lovely friend, books, lost homework, lost iPod speakers that I thought I left in Tunisia last year, and an earring. Can you imagine? What if I lived here for 5 years? I'm sure I'd find my brother there, among animals and food. Ew, never.
I enjoy cleaning all around. It's fun, refreshing, and a BIG stress reliever. On the other hand, I'm pretty disorganized, messy, and lazy sometimes. I'm like two people in one. Zeus forgot to get to me..
Isn't that Kureiji?
ps: I couldn't find the actual Wikipedia page or reliable source for that quote, but, eh.
19.5.10
Homer Ain't Got Nuttin On Me.
I have this annoying habit of telling myself and everyone around me that this is the last time we will ever experience Tuesday, May 18th, 2010, 6:30 PM. Yup. Just mull that over while enjoying a Contemplation Candy.
I'm such a junk-a-holic. I literally cannot survive without instant foods, or anything that I don't have to prepare. It's just easy, though not really satisfying. I love coming home to a batch of hot popcorn or Michelina's Mac&Cheese. As a senior, I real don't have time to stand around in the kitchen cooking up a storm, which is why I love Percy Spencer, inventor of the common-day microwave oven. Also, thanks to the chocolate bar in his pocket that melted, sparking the whole 'holy crap I'm gonna be rich off physics' thing. I make Homer Simpson look like a bikini model compared to all the junk I devour.
...
Alright fine. I'm open about my eating habits because I stopped being such a junk junkie. I'm eating (relatively - I'm still a teenager!) healthy, like all the food groups and whatnot, and I do have an exercise regime to keep in shape and all that jazz. But it's fun to pig out every once in a while, such as during my weekly viewing of Harry Potter. Once a week, though, not every day like it used to be. My school cut our ordering in privileges, and raised the prices on cafeteria food.
This is starting to sound like such a weight loss blog, but it isn't. It's a blog, the end.
ps: one of my friends thought double spacing and essay meant hitting the space bar twice after every word.
Isn't that Kureiji?
I'm such a junk-a-holic. I literally cannot survive without instant foods, or anything that I don't have to prepare. It's just easy, though not really satisfying. I love coming home to a batch of hot popcorn or Michelina's Mac&Cheese. As a senior, I real don't have time to stand around in the kitchen cooking up a storm, which is why I love Percy Spencer, inventor of the common-day microwave oven. Also, thanks to the chocolate bar in his pocket that melted, sparking the whole 'holy crap I'm gonna be rich off physics' thing. I make Homer Simpson look like a bikini model compared to all the junk I devour.
...
Alright fine. I'm open about my eating habits because I stopped being such a junk junkie. I'm eating (relatively - I'm still a teenager!) healthy, like all the food groups and whatnot, and I do have an exercise regime to keep in shape and all that jazz. But it's fun to pig out every once in a while, such as during my weekly viewing of Harry Potter. Once a week, though, not every day like it used to be. My school cut our ordering in privileges, and raised the prices on cafeteria food.
This is starting to sound like such a weight loss blog, but it isn't. It's a blog, the end.
ps: one of my friends thought double spacing and essay meant hitting the space bar twice after every word.
Isn't that Kureiji?
17.5.10
Procrastinators Unite! ...Tomorrow.
I get myself pumped up about being the best student/daughter/friend ever (yeah, I'm single. What's it to you?). I give myself a pep talk 'till I get those butterflies of anticipation and excitement in my stomach, then it happens. The seductive tones of the trumpet, the dimming of the lights until my room is a fire orange, and the zooming of my eyes onto one thing: my ancient copy of Alice in Wonderland from the year it was published. Needless to say, I can barely remember who I am, let alone acknowledge my piled-up Humanities homework.
I'm easily distracted, and devastatingly lazy at times. Why, just now, I know The Simpsons is on, but I can't bring myself to turn on the TV. Whatever, I don't even watch TV. I'll just watch it online. But seriously, I have extreme ADD, and it's sometimes useful, like when my parents are lecturing me on something humiliating or dull, it's good to just zone out and go to wherever my mind takes me (usually hanging out with the Marauders or Sailor Scouts). I'm pretty annoying about that sometimes. And it doesn't help when I sing the Sailor Moon theme song or hum Hedwig's theme, either.
I'm on the phone right now ordering my Official SAT scores and having a sign language conversation with my dad. It's hard to pay attention and we keep giggling. Poor woman must be very pissed off by now. I hope she's being s l o w on purpose for her own sake, I really do. Wow, there I go off topic.
Anyways, I should really get around to copying answers for my physics homework and convincing my teacher that I'm a prodigy. :)
Isn't that Kureiji?
I'm easily distracted, and devastatingly lazy at times. Why, just now, I know The Simpsons is on, but I can't bring myself to turn on the TV. Whatever, I don't even watch TV. I'll just watch it online. But seriously, I have extreme ADD, and it's sometimes useful, like when my parents are lecturing me on something humiliating or dull, it's good to just zone out and go to wherever my mind takes me (usually hanging out with the Marauders or Sailor Scouts). I'm pretty annoying about that sometimes. And it doesn't help when I sing the Sailor Moon theme song or hum Hedwig's theme, either.
I'm on the phone right now ordering my Official SAT scores and having a sign language conversation with my dad. It's hard to pay attention and we keep giggling. Poor woman must be very pissed off by now. I hope she's being s l o w on purpose for her own sake, I really do. Wow, there I go off topic.
Anyways, I should really get around to copying answers for my physics homework and convincing my teacher that I'm a prodigy. :)
Isn't that Kureiji?
16.5.10
Nostalgomnia. Yeah, I Made That Up.
Last night, I fell asleep after an exhausting day of Caravaggio and describing the Penitent Magdalene to a blind person. Geez, it's like school is bombarding us with as much work as possible before the end. Anyways, I was curled up and dreaming one of those awkwardly funny dreams, when I hear a loud rattling, followed by a loud BANG.
I jumped out of bed a la Severus Snape confronted with shampoo, only to my find my mother halfway out my window. I asked her what she was doing in half-asleep language ('Mmmbllehhhhh'), to which she replied the following:
'I smelled something funny from my bedroom, and I wanted to know if I could smell it from here too.'
'Woman, if you could smell it from my bedroom, you wouldn't have to stick your head out of my window sniffing the heck out of Africa,' I replied like the obnoxious ingrate child I am not.
'Well, I smell it, and I think it's from your AC (yeah, let's not delve into how much sense that makes, please. I think my head would explode out of comprehension.). So what does she do? She seizes my AC remote and turns my baby off. Now the thing about is me that I cannot sleep without the sound and feeling of cold air from the AC. I was like that since childhood when I lived in the snowiest place on Earth: Canada. So you can imagine how rudimentary an AC is for me now that I live in the hottest part of Africa.
Bullocks to swimming! I'm an insomniac who's nostalgic for the winter. Besides, I'm not that good a swimmer. I am, however, an exceptional skater for someone who played hockey for one year about a half-decade back. :)
Isn't that Kureiji?
I jumped out of bed a la Severus Snape confronted with shampoo, only to my find my mother halfway out my window. I asked her what she was doing in half-asleep language ('Mmmbllehhhhh'), to which she replied the following:
'I smelled something funny from my bedroom, and I wanted to know if I could smell it from here too.'
'Woman, if you could smell it from my bedroom, you wouldn't have to stick your head out of my window sniffing the heck out of Africa,' I replied like the obnoxious ingrate child I am not.
'Well, I smell it, and I think it's from your AC (yeah, let's not delve into how much sense that makes, please. I think my head would explode out of comprehension.). So what does she do? She seizes my AC remote and turns my baby off. Now the thing about is me that I cannot sleep without the sound and feeling of cold air from the AC. I was like that since childhood when I lived in the snowiest place on Earth: Canada. So you can imagine how rudimentary an AC is for me now that I live in the hottest part of Africa.
Bullocks to swimming! I'm an insomniac who's nostalgic for the winter. Besides, I'm not that good a swimmer. I am, however, an exceptional skater for someone who played hockey for one year about a half-decade back. :)
Isn't that Kureiji?
15.5.10
Gloomy Saturday, I Hate You
I should be working my biography of Caravaggio right now, but, eh. I've been working on it for the better part of a morning. It's almost done except that I don't know which painting speaks to me more. Is it the Penitent Magdalene, or is the Cardsharps? Enough of this! This is my 5 minute break!
I was reminded of my grandma earlier today, and I had to tell the world about her. She owns and runs a dress shop (with some pretttttty cool dresses, I must admit), and she's always on a tight schedule. My Mama Huda never wastes a minute. Never! The only time I can remember her sulking or not working or just being there in general was when my grandfather passed away in '96. Last week, we were in an elevator, and a FedEx guy came on board. She asked him how much it would cost to ship a package from Japan to Dubai, and when it would arrive. She got her answer, and when he got off on the third floor, one of her business partners came on. He's the guy who takes care of all the fabric and adjustments. She asked him if he had material in a specific shade of black, and what do you know, he did. That's my grandma. Taking care of two pressing matters in a 3-minute elevator ride.
My Mama Huda and me are complete opposites in some ways, and carbon copies in others. We get along sometimes, and skirmish at other times. I'm going to live with her in September for University, and I don't know who's looking more forward to it. You see, the funny part is that my mom left my grandma at my age to marry my father and move to Canada. I'm leaving my parents to live with my grandma, and giving my grandma the chance to pick up where she left off with my mother. I also get the chance to be surrounded with lots, lots, lots of family members, and we're gaining more and more as everyone's getting married this year for some reason. I'm not complaining, though, and neither is my grandma. More business for her!
Anyways, I'm going to finish my Caravaggio biography, then pack my winter stuff to take with me to the DESERT. Yup, desert.
Isn't that Kureiji?
I was reminded of my grandma earlier today, and I had to tell the world about her. She owns and runs a dress shop (with some pretttttty cool dresses, I must admit), and she's always on a tight schedule. My Mama Huda never wastes a minute. Never! The only time I can remember her sulking or not working or just being there in general was when my grandfather passed away in '96. Last week, we were in an elevator, and a FedEx guy came on board. She asked him how much it would cost to ship a package from Japan to Dubai, and when it would arrive. She got her answer, and when he got off on the third floor, one of her business partners came on. He's the guy who takes care of all the fabric and adjustments. She asked him if he had material in a specific shade of black, and what do you know, he did. That's my grandma. Taking care of two pressing matters in a 3-minute elevator ride.
My Mama Huda and me are complete opposites in some ways, and carbon copies in others. We get along sometimes, and skirmish at other times. I'm going to live with her in September for University, and I don't know who's looking more forward to it. You see, the funny part is that my mom left my grandma at my age to marry my father and move to Canada. I'm leaving my parents to live with my grandma, and giving my grandma the chance to pick up where she left off with my mother. I also get the chance to be surrounded with lots, lots, lots of family members, and we're gaining more and more as everyone's getting married this year for some reason. I'm not complaining, though, and neither is my grandma. More business for her!
Anyways, I'm going to finish my Caravaggio biography, then pack my winter stuff to take with me to the DESERT. Yup, desert.
Isn't that Kureiji?
14.5.10
Cheesy? Me? No....
I tend to end movies right when the protagonist is at the height of happiness, because I know something has to go wrong. One person can't experience so much happiness; they'll explode! I read books backwards because I have to be in control of the situational irony. I get emotional every time I hear Hedwig's Theme. I never use artificial lights in the summer. Slap me on some dough and throw me in the oven, 'cause I'm cheesy as a cheese factory.
Honestly, though, I like being a bit cheesy. I think everyone has a bit of corniness inside them, and it shows in strange ways. For example, I have a very serious and tough-guy friend who likes to say the alphabet when he twists the stem off his apple. Remember how that was all the rage in third grade? And the letter you landed on is the first letter of the name of the person you will marry? God that's ridiculous. I remember always cheating and saying the alphabet backwards or really fast, or twisting the stem very slightly. Kids are so gullible.
Basically, live your life the way you want to, even if that means having annoying quirks or odd habits. My dad is a no-nonsense engineer who's turning 50 later this year. You can imagine my surprise when he tells me about Lindsay Lohan's latest scandal. That's right: he's a celebrity news junkie.
Isn't that Kureiji?
Honestly, though, I like being a bit cheesy. I think everyone has a bit of corniness inside them, and it shows in strange ways. For example, I have a very serious and tough-guy friend who likes to say the alphabet when he twists the stem off his apple. Remember how that was all the rage in third grade? And the letter you landed on is the first letter of the name of the person you will marry? God that's ridiculous. I remember always cheating and saying the alphabet backwards or really fast, or twisting the stem very slightly. Kids are so gullible.
Basically, live your life the way you want to, even if that means having annoying quirks or odd habits. My dad is a no-nonsense engineer who's turning 50 later this year. You can imagine my surprise when he tells me about Lindsay Lohan's latest scandal. That's right: he's a celebrity news junkie.
Isn't that Kureiji?
13.5.10
If You're Still on Dial-Up and You Know it, Say a Curse!
Beep. Beep. Dial tone. Beep. Static. Beep. Ding! Alright! Headway!
Sound familiar? It should, if you're still in corsets, long Johns, and refuse to show your ankles in public. That, friendlies, is the sound we grew up with: Dial-Up internet. That is also the internet type I have to use every Thursday. How nostalgic!
It's become tradition: wake up extremely early for masochistic reasons, lumber through double calculus and and physics, then leave school a.s.a.p.. Get home just in time for iPod battery to die, take 3 flights of stairs cause that HoHo wasn't particularly necessary. Open the door, hug mom, flop onto bed, turn on laptop, try to log into MSN to check offline messages, but, oh, it's Thursday! Settle for a weekly viewing of a Harry Potter DVD of any choice. Once that's over, call the landlord, tell him to do something about the internet, then get hooked up to the phone that has not been used for two years. The end!
Sigh. Well, better than nothing. I do live in Africa after all.
Isn't that Kureiji?
Sound familiar? It should, if you're still in corsets, long Johns, and refuse to show your ankles in public. That, friendlies, is the sound we grew up with: Dial-Up internet. That is also the internet type I have to use every Thursday. How nostalgic!
It's become tradition: wake up extremely early for masochistic reasons, lumber through double calculus and and physics, then leave school a.s.a.p.. Get home just in time for iPod battery to die, take 3 flights of stairs cause that HoHo wasn't particularly necessary. Open the door, hug mom, flop onto bed, turn on laptop, try to log into MSN to check offline messages, but, oh, it's Thursday! Settle for a weekly viewing of a Harry Potter DVD of any choice. Once that's over, call the landlord, tell him to do something about the internet, then get hooked up to the phone that has not been used for two years. The end!
Sigh. Well, better than nothing. I do live in Africa after all.
Isn't that Kureiji?
12.5.10
Clown Bloomers, 5 For a Dollar.
Lately, the need to be unique is overwhelming. Everyone's walking around in polka-dot bloomers, burlesque hats, insane blackberry cases, and a ridiculous taste in media. It's really irritating, to be honest. I don't need you classify the way I eat a peach, love. I don't need to hear your artistic take on politics. And I certainly don't want to hear about your appreciation for the human body and its needs. Thanks, but no thanks.
I do, however, want to know what on Earth possessed you to wear completely destroyed jeans and a diving shirt, complete with unlaced construction boots. I fail to comprehend why you think this makes you attractive or capable of being taken seriously. I'm not condoning conformity, but I am criticizing outrageously fake people. Listen, you don't have to wear jeans and a white t-shirt if you don't want to; that's cool (I don't even own a white t-shirt). But over-the-top outfits are a distraction from who you really are. I am interested in knowing the real you, not the person that wants to oh-so-desperately be noticed. Seriously, calm down.
Also, don't spew your beliefs all over me, then mock my beliefs when I disagree with you. Don't accuse me of being a conformist just because I'm dressed normal. Finally, don't fake anything. If you don't believe in something, then stick to your belief. Stand up, be yourself. I can't stress that enough. You are you. It's the only body, face, mind, soul and intuition you're going to get, so make the best of it. Don't hide.
I say this because I saw someone wearing what can only be described as a circus tent, looking highly awkward.
Isn't that Kureiji?
I do, however, want to know what on Earth possessed you to wear completely destroyed jeans and a diving shirt, complete with unlaced construction boots. I fail to comprehend why you think this makes you attractive or capable of being taken seriously. I'm not condoning conformity, but I am criticizing outrageously fake people. Listen, you don't have to wear jeans and a white t-shirt if you don't want to; that's cool (I don't even own a white t-shirt). But over-the-top outfits are a distraction from who you really are. I am interested in knowing the real you, not the person that wants to oh-so-desperately be noticed. Seriously, calm down.
Also, don't spew your beliefs all over me, then mock my beliefs when I disagree with you. Don't accuse me of being a conformist just because I'm dressed normal. Finally, don't fake anything. If you don't believe in something, then stick to your belief. Stand up, be yourself. I can't stress that enough. You are you. It's the only body, face, mind, soul and intuition you're going to get, so make the best of it. Don't hide.
I say this because I saw someone wearing what can only be described as a circus tent, looking highly awkward.
Isn't that Kureiji?
11.5.10
You're So Five Thousand and Late!
Driving across Canada one summer with my mother and brother made me realize how hypocritical I -nay, we- will all be one day. You know when that song your parents danced to at their prom comes on the radio, and they start to squeal causing you roll your eyes then say something like, 'isn't this song from, like, 600 years ago? Can't we listen to something more modern, like say, Mary Hopkins?'
The fact of the matter is, one day we'll be driving our kids to school or wherever, then Apologize will come on the radio. We'll naturally belt it out at top volume, completely humiliating our children. It's only fair, because we were the ones poking fun at one point. But suddenly, we're old, graying, and wrinkled. Every time I see an anti-aging ad on TV, I have to tell my mom that she could use some. We both know that I'm kidding, because my mommy's incredibly beautiful, slim, hot, and fun. Well, she's my mom, what do you expect? :)
One day, I will look into my bathroom mirror, spot that gray hair, scream that blood curdling scream we've all come to recognize, spend the rest of the morning crying, yank it out, then want to squish my offspring for that witty 'AGING' remark. I will then proceed to listen to Owl City and plan my funeral.
Isn't that Kureiji?
The fact of the matter is, one day we'll be driving our kids to school or wherever, then Apologize will come on the radio. We'll naturally belt it out at top volume, completely humiliating our children. It's only fair, because we were the ones poking fun at one point. But suddenly, we're old, graying, and wrinkled. Every time I see an anti-aging ad on TV, I have to tell my mom that she could use some. We both know that I'm kidding, because my mommy's incredibly beautiful, slim, hot, and fun. Well, she's my mom, what do you expect? :)
One day, I will look into my bathroom mirror, spot that gray hair, scream that blood curdling scream we've all come to recognize, spend the rest of the morning crying, yank it out, then want to squish my offspring for that witty 'AGING' remark. I will then proceed to listen to Owl City and plan my funeral.
Isn't that Kureiji?
10.5.10
Reading News is Chivalrous.
As a wannabe teacher, I have to complete two teaching internships. This year, I'm taking grade 3 and 4 English (Harry Potter is our novel study- score!), and I take the sixth graders for a ten minute current events quiz every morning. It's fun stuff, but sometimes, it's a bit frustrating.
Since mid-March, the highest score to date is a 4/5, and that's because I asked mostly sports-related questions that day. You cannot imagine the disappointment and sense of failure as a role model and future educator that engulfs me every time I mark an answer as incorrect. I feel like I failed to reach out to their young, carefree minds. One day they will grow up and realize that it is important to know what's going on in the world, and maybe then they'll be the ones giving the current events quizzes. AND MAYBE THEN THEY'LL LEARN THAT NEWS ISN'T JUST FOR DADS!
Talking Kureiji, though, I read in the news last night that Lebanon and Israel are competing to make the largest dish of hummus. I am not surprised that Lebanon, as on a recent recent trip to Beirut taught me, was the victor of this ludicrous competition. I'm suddenly really hungry for Lebanese food.
Isn't that Kureiji?
Since mid-March, the highest score to date is a 4/5, and that's because I asked mostly sports-related questions that day. You cannot imagine the disappointment and sense of failure as a role model and future educator that engulfs me every time I mark an answer as incorrect. I feel like I failed to reach out to their young, carefree minds. One day they will grow up and realize that it is important to know what's going on in the world, and maybe then they'll be the ones giving the current events quizzes. AND MAYBE THEN THEY'LL LEARN THAT NEWS ISN'T JUST FOR DADS!
Talking Kureiji, though, I read in the news last night that Lebanon and Israel are competing to make the largest dish of hummus. I am not surprised that Lebanon, as on a recent recent trip to Beirut taught me, was the victor of this ludicrous competition. I'm suddenly really hungry for Lebanese food.
Isn't that Kureiji?
9.5.10
Oh, Dictionary, Stop!
Just when I thought that I couldn't possibly be any more of a philologist, I find it. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The tinkling laughter of a mirthful child. The smell of freshly laundered sheets hanging in the sun to dry. I'm sorry, I must be misguiding you. I'm not describing a lover's smile; I'm describing my favourite word in the English language: Dysania.
Doesn't it just sound epic? Dysania is the inability to get out of bed in the morning. It's like the word was invented exclusively for me! I should have come up with it first. Or maybe I didn't have to, because with me, dysania doesn't have an opposite, and therefore doesn't need to be invented. I doubt that made sense, so let's break it down. In the movie The Invention of Lying, fibbing is not done. Everyone just says the truth, so you don't really need words like truth, honesty, lying, etc. Comprenez-vous? Bien.
Back to my point, I'm sure I've beaten the world record for hitting the snooze button. I have my alarm set on 6 a.m., and the snooze for 5 minutes (because I'm very punctual like that). I have to hit the snooze button as soon as Adam Young says 'I lay awake and miss you'. It's my thing. By the time I'm out of bed, it's 8:30, my driver is insane mad, and I missed Calculus. But, whatever, I'm well rested, and that's the point.
How Kureiji Is That?
Doesn't it just sound epic? Dysania is the inability to get out of bed in the morning. It's like the word was invented exclusively for me! I should have come up with it first. Or maybe I didn't have to, because with me, dysania doesn't have an opposite, and therefore doesn't need to be invented. I doubt that made sense, so let's break it down. In the movie The Invention of Lying, fibbing is not done. Everyone just says the truth, so you don't really need words like truth, honesty, lying, etc. Comprenez-vous? Bien.
Back to my point, I'm sure I've beaten the world record for hitting the snooze button. I have my alarm set on 6 a.m., and the snooze for 5 minutes (because I'm very punctual like that). I have to hit the snooze button as soon as Adam Young says 'I lay awake and miss you'. It's my thing. By the time I'm out of bed, it's 8:30, my driver is insane mad, and I missed Calculus. But, whatever, I'm well rested, and that's the point.
How Kureiji Is That?
Kureiji Kureiji.
Alas! Readers! Welcome to my whimsical, kureiji mind. I know, it's killing you: kureiji sounds familiar, doesn't it? You're right. It is 'crazy' in Japanese! Well spotted.
I tend to talk to myself a lot, and not to come off as a boaster, but I usually have something interesting to say. Unfortunately, there are not that many willing-to-listen ears available. This is where blogging comes in. Blogging is fun, because I can share my thoughts with the world, and always come back to read and laugh at my young, kawaii self. It's a good reference, and should my diary get stolen, I'll always have an online backup. Fun stuff.
So, now that this cheesy introduction is out of the way, let's start the fun! :)
I tend to talk to myself a lot, and not to come off as a boaster, but I usually have something interesting to say. Unfortunately, there are not that many willing-to-listen ears available. This is where blogging comes in. Blogging is fun, because I can share my thoughts with the world, and always come back to read and laugh at my young, kawaii self. It's a good reference, and should my diary get stolen, I'll always have an online backup. Fun stuff.
So, now that this cheesy introduction is out of the way, let's start the fun! :)
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