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Padre De Familia Americano!

You know your summer is going to suck when you've started watching all your favourite shows in Spanish (to improve, you see).

Today, my friend and I went to the beach by my building. She said she was going to come to my place at around 2 to change and we'll take a cab and go. Two came, and two went. Three came, and three went. Four came, and so did she. She then decided that she wanted to eat first, so I complied (I was really hungry). After eating, we went back to my place to change, and we went to the beach, whereupon learning that we needed VIP passes to get in. Her boyfriend magically appeared with a VIP pass, and we got in. Now, my parents are very strict, so they don't generally let me hang out with guys unless we're in a large group, and girls outnumber boys (unless it's family). My mom had a 'gut feeling' and she called to check on me. I don't like to lie to my mother, so I told her the truth. She freaked out at me and told me to come straight home.

Basically, I spent all day waiting around in my bathing suit, had a McSalad,went to the beach for literally half and hour where I stood awkwardly in the sand as my friend and her boyfriend did their thing, then got into a fight.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Shower of Tears

Congratulations to me, yes? I've finally graduated and I've never felt more relieved! I used to always have that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach when I remembered that I still had exams to write until I graduated, and here I am! No more feelings in the pit of my stomach other than those nerves of anticipation and that really weird egg sandwich I had this morning disagreeing with me.

My graduation was a very cute affair. I wanted to have it at night, and everyone agreed. It was covered in baby lights, spotlights, and mirrors, for a truly mesmerizing effect. As valedictorian, I gave a speech which went on for longer than I thought. Apparently, it takes me 8 minutes to read three pages. Sometimes, I shock myself. All in all, my speech was great and I did hyperventilate to avoid crying, but, well...

I did the cliche cap tossing and such, then the ceremony was over, and I had my makeshift prom. I have a rather unusually small amount of classmates (0), so my prom was dancing a tango with a tenth grade girl. It was great fun nonetheless, and how many people can say that they had a graduation all to themselves? My poor brother graduated from high school in a totally different country, so only his girlfriend could come, but she brought her whole family to make up for his loneliness, and we were there via Skype. Poor boy, though...

And so beings summer. My plans? Sneaking off to the beach with three friends and one of their boyfriends. MY heart belongs to one out of the country, so, yeah. xD

Being melodramatic..

..Goodbyes.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Drool...

Brain Food. This is all I eat when I study, and I can't get enough of it!

PS: I finished both boxes within 3 days.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Bow Chicka Wow Woww

LOL.

I wonder what's on his iGrave playlist? It's probably stuff like Stairway to Hell, Gates of Heaven, Garden of Eden, and Run Joey Run. Movies? Deja-Vu. Or maybe Twilight, as punishment for every iPod that went dead and every MacBook that burned. Then maybe for his iNotes, he could read every gay Bill Gates/Steve Jobs fanfiction ever written. Serves you right, foo'!

I had time for just one little ramble before I had to get back to summarizing this book for Humanities.

Usually, I have a hard time shutting up.

Isn't that Kureiji?

We're Marchin' On

Well, it's that time of year when the chills are running up and down our spines, our hairs are standing on end, our nails have been bitten down to stubs, and it hurts to eat anything salty because we've been chewing the insides of our mouths in nervousness. On the plus side, we're burning our papers, cleaning out our knapsacks/lockers/desks/lunch bags, starching our shirts and dry cleaning our dresses. I'm really glad this is all ending soon.

Today was the promotion ceremony for the elementary and middle school. My Vice Principal called me last night and told me to show up at our British branch (that's half way to Italy!) in a black dress and heels. I was fine with that, no problem. But upon arrival this morning at 8:30, I was shoved on to stage with a program sans script, and a shrill voice in my ear piece telling me to make up a 5 minute speech about this school year, then improvise the rest of the 5-hour ceremony. Jesus. Thank God we had a debate class back in Freshman year and I'm sorta okay at impromptu junk. But please, next time, tell me before hand so I can pen something decent together, not 'I love each and every child for many different reasons: their creativity, diligence, assertiveness, curiosity, and all-round coolness.' Pft.

Yesterday we had the kids go swimming for a treat, and they loved it, especially when I raced the head of security. We all got sunburned, but I slathered them with aloe-vera gel. It was a wonderful time, and GOD I love them all to death.

Some people can't wait 'till the end of the year.

I dread it.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Rest In Peace, Dr G

Today, I have a serious post. It's a tribute to my beloved biology and chemistry teacher, as well as adviser and friend, Dr Galal, who passed away on Friday due to a doctor's mistake in his chemotherapy sessions.

Dr Galal was the only friend I had when I first moved here. I was bitter, miserable, lonely, and depressed, but he always found away to make me laugh. He made every situation 10x lighter and he made me look forward to going to school. He also helped me get over my initial insecurity of being around different people, and he helped me merge into the new, strange culture, yet maintain my own identity.

His death was a giant shock. I can't believe he's gone. Micheal Jackson's death was more realistic than this! To know that his spirit is not longer on this Earth is humbling. It reminds us all that death can come at any time and to any person. We don't know when we're going to die, and we have no way of stopping it when it does arrive. It's scary, yes, but we have to accept that this is, in the end, our fate. In this life, we are on the constant pursuit of material goods, but where will that get us? We won't be judged by how much money we made, how grand our mausoleums were, or what our taste in pop culture was. It's by how much good we did, how faithful, loyal, honest, pure, and true we were, and how we remembered God. Because you see, we can build, build, build, but this is where we end up in the end.

Live a virtuous life.

Wiki Wiki

No, I'm going to discuss Wikipedia, I was just expressing my lack in interest for the World Cup. Hehe :D

Yesterday was our long-anticipated International Day. Our Song started off great, but the foolish DJ decided that we didn't need the music anymore, and he turned it off. Naturally, all the kids got confused and didn't know what to do. I took the mic, and said the following words to the crowd:

'I apologize. Due to TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, we have to start over. Thank you for your kindness and patience.' I gave the DJ a pointed look, and he resolved to press the play button. Thank you, public embarrassment. :)

I was dressed as a Mexicastinian (cross between Mexican and Palestinian). I also yelled to the audience at large about the sufferings of the poor, innocent people of Pakistan. It was hard not to take me seriously with that checked Palestinian scarf wrapped around me. Word! I'm glad we got our message through, and I'm glad we're helping the world grasp the fact that one day, we might be the ones suffering, and there might be a Pakistani girl dressed as Mexicostine yelling at everyone to help out Gaza. Oh, wait, sorry, that's probably already happened a billion times, but since when does anyone give a damn about a country that's suffered for more than 50 years? 'Oh, it's ok, they're used to it by now. They don't actually expect us to help out, do they?'

Well I have 5 adopted siblings. I don't actually know them, but my dad did adopt them and helped them find refuge in a safe country. I love my dad. He's so kind and selfless. Just now he called to ask me which cereal I want (I'm addicted to cereal, so my mom doesn't buy it very often. She's away right now, so my dad's getting me as much as I want! :D)

Last night, at a fund-raising segment of the event, 4 6th graders pledged 500 pounds to pie me in the face.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Flame-Away

Whenever the school secretary is out (which is more often than not), I'm in charge of the front desk, manning the phones, delivering messages, calling parents, etc. I never fully appreciated how difficult a task it is: the secretary has to deal with more than the principal herself. She has to deal with sick children (and whatever oozes out of them), she has to take crap from angry parents, and she has to take orders from busy teachers. It's really not as menial a job as we all think it is. I salute you, Secretaries.

I finally finished the Hell part of my project, and it caught on fire last night. *Tip: don't put candles in a freshly spray painted box.* You could tell how used to my clumsiness my dad is when he just rolled his eyes when he saw a giant flaming mass in my hands. I wasn't looking at the box, I was looking behind me to close the screen door, when my dad sighs and tells me to put it out or something. Oh well, it looks better burned anyway!


It's supposed to represent my fear of loneliness (and I'm living in terror these days- I'm always alone!), but I felt so bad about putting something by itself, so I made another cardboard cutout and put it behind a flame so its not visible, but at least the Burning Girl is not alone. :) I did a mediocre spray painting job, and I accidentally sprayed my arm red. My dad thought I was bleeding and freaked out, and I kinda felt bad for laughing at him, because he cares.

What do you mean 'hormonal teenager'? Dads are the lachrymose ones!

Isn't that Kureiji?

Squee!

One kindergarten girl's dad is my dentist, and he has this strange habit of shaking my hand randomly in the midst of a discussion. It's a bit awkward and I'm caught off guard by it, but he acts like it's the most normal thing, next to breathing. It probably is, and he must find me strange for offering my hand before we launch into conversation. Excuse me.

While poking around the dregs and pits of news websites for something juicy, I came across this. SQUEE! I'm so excited for the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but at the same time it's the end of an era. As a child, my dad forced me to watch all those typical religious kids movies and read all those books from the 'home country' and such. My husband will probably do the same, but I'm also going to add to their burden and force them to read and watch Harry Potter, then we will have discussions, debates, arguments, games, and theme parties. I'm so looking forward to it! xD

Today I had to wipe off the sky blue nail polish from my scary-long fingernails, but there was blue residue all over my fingers. A lot of kids asked me where that was from, and I told them that it was a sickness correlating to not reading enough. The way the all ran to their classrooms to pick up books was the cutest thing I have ever seen! I'd feel guilty if I had told them that it was from not eating enough candy, but it was for a good cause, so no harm done.

My dad made a shrimp sandwich for me. I don't eat shrimp, so he told me to pick out the shrimp. What was left? Soggy, oil-soaked pita bread. Mmm.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Signs of Insanity

1) You are convinced that your future mother-in-law is watching you at all times. I'm not into anyone right now, but I can feel that faceless woman watching my every move, criticizing my every flaw and praising my every perfection (HA! NONE!). It's a bit of a chiller.

2) You speak to yourself both in your head and aloud. Yes, yes, this is very common, but you see, sometimes I'm a bit odd. Last night I was in bed having one of my mental conversations, when I suddenly choked on the Japanese word Itadakimas, which is what the Japanese say before they eat. I just had this sudden need to say it, and it came flying out. This is not the first time, I assure you.

Well, that's all I can think of right now. I have a giant mental block that's party due to my fascination with my new glue gun. It MELTS things!

Isn't that Kureiji?

Shoo Fly, Don't Bother Me

Dear Fly,
I'm not sure where exactly you came from, but I'm 100% sure that it's not clean. Even if you came from the Dettol factory, you would still manage to disgust me. Who invited you to drink from my cup of tea? To eat from my plate of rice balls? To rest in my clean hair? To buzz by my ear and make me have a spaz attack?

Fly, I don't blame you for your vulgarity and rudeness. You obviously came from the slums, because you have not been taught neither manner nor etiquette. You fly around from rotten vegetables, to garbage dumps, to horse manure, and finally land on my food. Really? Do I stomp around in poo then sit in your dinner? I don't think so. I have been raised properly. Not only that, but I have this thing called common sense (which is really not all that common). Duh. Acquire it, then come buzzing back into my room with an apology letter and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers from the King's Palace gardens.

In the meantime, when I attempt your murder, take that as a hint. ;)

Isn't that Kureiji?

How Not Kawaii.

I grew up watching Sailor Moon and I used to fantasize about being Sailor Sun (I actually did not know that she existed up until this point. Huh.). All the other girls were just fawning over Tuxedo Mask (pictured above), whereas I just couldn't get over his lameness. I always hated him. He was so gonadless to me. Firstly, who names themselves Tuxedo Mask? Are you high? Or was it one of those moments when YOU WERE HIGH? Secondly, which respectable 21-year-old man wears a tuxedo complete with a red cape and top had and white mask to save a 14-year-old girl in pigtails and a bathing suit? I love how he doesn't even save her. He comes in and throws a rose like it's a damn grenade, tells her something about how she is the only hope (way to add pressure, moron), stands there sparkling like some 20th century Japanese anime version of Edward, then vanishes like a complete coward who doesn't want to get his hands dirty. And finally, HOW DUMB IS HE? If he had an IQ remotely higher than, oh, I don't know, -84, he would know that Sailor Moon is Serena. See? Sailor Moon - Serena. Hello! Get a prescription mask, love, 'cause you're 99% blind. I left out the 1% 'cause he does know how to tie a bow tie. But other that, Naoko Takeuchi, I sentence you to 14 years of art class and Amazonian Syndrome treatment, because you quite obviously hate men.

I was clearly an Amazonian child..

Isn't that Kureiji?

It's Good to Be Japanese.

Because the Japanese have made our lives myriad times easier with their insanely useful inventions and innovations, they can get away with wasting their time with cruel, time wasting junk like this.

Bananas, Black Berries and Apples.

My BlackBerry screen randomly exploded. Well, I'm being melodramatic, but there is a giant crack right down the middle and it refuses to turn on. This is one of those times when I catch myself saying 'I wish I bought an iP-'. I then check myself in time before I say the rest of that word [-hone]. God forbid. Crossing over to the dark side like my evil brother... blasphemy! Instead, I say something along the lines of, 'I wish I got warantee.' xD

Today in Calculus, my teacher was trying to explain something about patterns. We just weren't getting it, so she decided to use an example involving the word 'banana' and the number '6115'. The end result? I was at least 60% more confused than I originally was. That's what you call a major fail.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Moi Je Joue

Can I interest you in some senior year? I've moved all my stuff and my mess into what used to be the security office. It is now Charah's Office, and you must make an appointment before you wish to see me. The nannies constantly refill my mug with tea, bring me supplies when I need them, and heat my lunch for me. Being in The Big Office is such an empowering feeling. Being called 'Miss Charah' at 16 isn't so bad either!

There's No Difference Between the Senior Class an the Senior Kindergarten Class

Our school is having an international day along with other international schools in the region. I've decided to compile yet another Wavin' Flags (1 2 3 4) remix. Had enough? Nope. I love my remix, but it took me forever to translate it into three different languages. It's worth it, though.

I'm spending the whooooooleee day eating imported bagels, drinking Lipton Clear Green, listening to iTunes, and colouring in flags. Senior year is awesome! NONE of my classmates showed up, so instead of sitting all alone in our classroom, I decided to sit in the security office in the lobby. I'm a loner sometimes xD

I have this Humanities end of the year project of creating my personal Heaven and Hell. For Hell, I've decided to depict the stereotypical fires, torture chambers, pits and whatnot, but instead of being completely surrounded with devils, I'm planning to depict myself alone. That is my personal hell: being 100% by myself with not even the Devil himself to hear me cry. On the other hand, my personal Heaven is going to have everyone I've ever known and loved, and more! It's going to be a cluttered mess of love, sanguinary joy, and positive feelings. I can't wait ti get started! In the meantime, I should get back to colouring my flags!

I hate anything that is not an oil pastel. I finished 5 markers on one flag.

Isn't that Kureiji?

Rabbit Rabbit!

Happy June! Oh Gosh I just love this month! It's that month in which we just play around, kick it into high gear for the exams, then graduate! Yaaay! Cheer! There's this Arabic song that's usually sung to brides about leaving their father's homes, but I tend to walk around singing it to myself for obvious reasons.

So today, I experienced RACISM. Well, a stupider form of it. I went to the grocery to get some missing ingredients to make oven fried chicken (mmm- healthy and good!) and I pretended not be able to read a price tag just to see what the two employees would say when I asked them how much a 2 pound ($0.4 CDN) pack of breadcrumbs was. Do you know what one employee said to the other? 'Tell her it's ten pounds.' Naturally, I freaked out in my HIGHLY accented Arabic and embarrassed the man to the point of no return. It was fun, but now I know that should I visit any place, I had better learn the language first! :)


Another thing that happened today was that the teachers had a meeting, and I was put in charge of alllllll the kids during lunch. They thought they could get away with things since there were absolutely no teachers on duty other than the lonely senior, but ohhhh boy were they wrong. They tried to get into fights, but by the time I got through with them, they were hugging each other. They tried to pants each other (GOD I hate that.. what a stupid idea!) but that was put to an end. Janitors tried to take the only soccer ball we had away, but that was resolved in a heart beat. By the end of the hour in which more events occurred, I was drenched in sweat from the heat and the merciless sun, my voice was hoarse and I resolved to using my beloved whistle, and all the older boys had developed a love/hate/respect relationship with me (it used to be just respect/hate, so we made progress). The best part? I loved every second of it!

I can't wait to become a teacher and have that established respect, and no bratty kids telling me that 'you're just a senior, Miss!'. Also, I want to part the kids in the hallways like Moses and the Red Sea.

Isn't that Kureiji?