Little Pieces Of Me

On Friendships

2006-11-16T19:10:00.000Z

"Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.
Some people come into our lives
and quickly go...
Some stay for awhile
and embrace our silent dreams."

When I read that first, I thought it was meaningful and poetic. Right now, I can't help but wonder, if that is a definition of how it is, where do I stand?

I reminisce, and can't help but feel nostalgic, smile and reflect... When I look back, I realize I changed a lot, some things did as well, there are friends whom are somewhat of a memory now, mainly because of, well, distance ... Some of those will forever hold the label friend in my book even though we lost touch. Then comes the acquaintances, the formal, the casual, the family friends, and sadly, the people who are almost mere strangers.

Will I ever have a friend who will forever be there? Or are all friendships meant to end in the literal sense but not figurative?
Is the notion of forever friends non existent past the age of ... Six, seven or ten?
Wishing on shooting stars, skipping ropes, pinky swears and swimming till sunset ...
Why are the simple pleasures somehow lost?
Why are things overly complicated when they needn't be?

Remembering my last post, I can't help but wonder, did or would I make a good friend? Is there a person whom I impacted in one way or another? A big impact on one person, little prints of me on a few or maybe a simple smile on some.

Will I ever have that friend who will forever be there?

I want to be the person who paints a smile,
the person who wipes away the tears,
nothing in return, but the knowledge that I made a difference, big or small, I made a difference, whether it be to some or to many, I made a difference ...

I started with a quote, one that makes me wonder, I will end with a quote that I am sure I fully agree with ...

To me, the idea of being nothing but a brush stroke on someone else's painting is unsettling...

I guess that will be all from me,

I'm sorry for disappearing, it's becoming a signature move with me almost. I'm just busy with endless amounts of tough work and a lot to plan for, wish me the best, and I promise to try to write as much as I can (if it were up to me, I would have a daily entry).

If people are still reading this blog, thank you, whoever you are.

Heroine.

This Post Shall Remain Nameless ...

2006-10-22T12:32:00.001+01:00

The following is an accumulation of a very recent conversation I had with someone, reflecting and well, not making sense yet making some at the same time. It started off with a fact, and ended up with bits of randomness for all of you to read. I can't take credit for it, as I am only one of the two people who actually had the conversation and she was the one who started the conversation with the fact she read, so I give her all the credit :) But since she isn't on blogsphere, I can't link her page. I will leave you with the conversation, so here goes:

At this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, that war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. 6 billion people in the world. 6 billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one.

When you sit in the passengers seat of a car, and as you pass by random people, just doing their own thing, living in their own world, did you ever wonder, what are they like? Would they have been my good friend if i met them? What are they doing? Whats going on through their minds? Are they sad? How will that persons life end up? tragically? wonderfully? Will they ever live up to what they wanted?

Do you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? it makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you... How many moments of other people's lives have we been in... Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true, or were we there when their dreams died... Did we keep trying to get in- as if we were somehow destined to be there? or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life and not even know it...

Sometimes it's easier to feel like you're the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied or barely getting by but that feelings a lie and if you just hold on. Just find the courage to face it all another day, someone or something will find you and make it all ok because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear their music in the world. To remind us it won't always be this way. That someone is out there and that some will find you.

P.S "Wish me luck, I have endless amount of work awaiting me *sigh*"
Heroine.

The True Pieces Of Me ...

2006-10-15T23:01:00.000+01:00

I don't know why I felt the need to write this, I am amid alot of work, as usual now ... The difference is that, something odd happened, it all started when I went to fetch my USB stick, only to realise that I am not sure where it is ...

End conclusion: It's lost.

I tried to look for it everywhere, I am sure you all know how its like to look for something and have no clue whatsoever where you placed it last, a very annoying thing to go through... I have a number of assorted small leather boxes where I leave important things at, obviously, that's the first place I decided to look after my desk drawers. I opened the first one and found some things that I don't remember buying ... I found this very pretty thing, a very unique hand painted magnet mini poster, that you can stick on your stand, mirror, fridge, etc. With a hand drawing of a girl, walking on a path, flowers blooming behind her, with the sun shining high ... And rain awaiting just infornt of her path, thing is, the girl is smiling ... The caption says (The girl who was beautiful inside) ... Below the drawing, the following lines read: Such was the power of the BEAUTY INSIDE her that winter turned to spring in her path and flowers grew in her footsteps.

I stared at the pretty picture for a while, overwhelmed with something that I can't explain, a bitter sweet emotion. I couldn't remember where I got this from, but how did it make it all the way here, I surely packed it, I went through the box, and found a note with the scribbling of a child, barely comprehensible, saying: A gift from me to you (my name) ... You look like a beautiful girl and smell like one too ... I love you (my younger brothers name). Ah, my little poet ... I remember how sweet he always was, how I love him endlessly and how much he means to me ... Goosebumps overcame me and I suddenly exhaled, I remember cherishing the paper which was way back when he first learned how to write, it meant the world to me, it really did, I think of how we both changed so very much since then, I wonder if he thinks of me much, I miss him, more random thoughts come to mind, all the while looking down on the sweet gift and a peculiar sensation filling my entire heart.

Right below that, I find a part of what was once a full page, but now a piece of paper with my handwriting on the edge saying ... Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way ... Keep that in mind always ...

I think of how profound the saying is, and how very true, I know its an ancient proverb, how strange it is that flowers are mentioned more than once, I always thought that flowers signify everything ... But, as soon as I look down on the date written on the page, I realise, it could not have been me who wrote that as I was 11 at the time, it was indeed my mother, its funny how I always thought her handwriting was elegant, just like her, and its weird that I mistook it for my own right now, it really surprised me.

Suddenly, It all clicked, the pieces of the puzzle all fell perfectly into place, I remember that I had a box that I cherished, and I kept things that mean something to me, when I moved, I emptied some of it's contents to take with me, forgetting what they were, and I stumbled upon it now ... I feel something that I can't put into words, a mixture of nostalgia and pure awe, missing something that I forgot was there, something that I seem to question its current existence, I exhale and the feeling fails to escape me ... But rather, seems to sink into a deeper level than it first started ... I decided to look through it again on a later time, as I was overwhelmed somehow.

I walk back to the desk, open the drawer to grab my notebook, and find my USB right below it, it was right there the entire time, irony is the story of my life as they say. I suddenly look back, reopen the box, and place the pretty gift on my mirror ... I think it belongs there for now, and I will look through everything in the box when I can... I take a second look at the pretty picture and smile but feel a little sadness at the same time, I don't know why, it makes no sense ...

Heroine.

To Taqo, With Love ... (And To Froggy Foo)

2006-10-13T14:52:00.000+01:00

So, tag and I finally reunite,
Enjoy ...

Last birthday? The 15th of September.
Last meal? So7our, Pasta and a Salad.
Last spending splurge? During Summer, can't really recall.
Last time you cried? I cried? um, when I heard that my grandfather passed away, almost cried? when I said goodbye to my mom.
Last career? I am still a student, but I used to paint and those paintings were sold for charity, but that's not a career, more like volunteer work, so no, I guess there was no real career for me.
Last website visited? gmail.com, to check my email.
Last person you spoke to? Aracelli.
Last song you listened to? Build me up, Buttercup - The Temptations (oldies are still goodies you know).

Last book you read? Last book I read and finished,
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.
Book I started but have no time to actually finish right now,
The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell.

Both are very good books.

Last TV show watched? MADE - on MTV.
Last person you IM'd? Mai.
Last word you said? ... ok.

I guess that's all folks,
Take care all ...

Heroine.

My Muscles Ache ... Beach Anyone? Yeah, I Thought So...

2006-10-08T11:30:00.000+01:00

I woke up today with one thought, how come my muscles ache so much? That thought is still roaming around that little head of mine, but I won't dwell on it.

Ok, that was aimless ... I am really out of anything to say, but I have to post something, as I was asked to ... I am really flattered someone cares, so I have to try my best regardless of the things I need to plan for or work on, I have to make time ... Or let me put it this way, I have to try my best to make time. Fair enough?

Ok, so here is where the real post should start:

I wish I were on the beach somewhere, a little town with little boutiques everywhere, white sands, clear blue water, light breeze ... The works, I personally love the beach, or being by the beach ... I can't explain it, I have theories but yeah, my mom spent the majority of her pregnancy (with me) living in a house by the beach, it reminds me of my childhood, or maybe, I just love it regardless!

I've been to many of places, but I am still interesting in hearing the places you visited which you loved most, the more exotic the location is, the better, but whatever you have to offer, I will appreciate it still, very much so...

What did you like most about the place? Why?

I guess thats the end of my profound post,

Wishing you the best of everything,
Heroine (just imagine I engraved an H with my sword on some random rock, should be impressive)

A Dose Of Unannounced Randomness

2006-09-30T13:20:00.000+01:00

I have nothing to say,
I have alot to do
Even though it's Saturday
Yeah...
I adore my mom,
Which only reminds me,
I miss my mom,
Not that I ever forget,
I change,
But goodbye never does
I realise it never gets easier,
I had a dream that I just can't shake off,
Maybe thats why I decided to try my luck with some quizzez,
I am somewhat new to quizzes,
But found those interesting,
Now, Im thinking...
The word quizzez has a peculiar ring to it,
Why is that?
Yeah, I guess thats all ...

I realise what I just typed was very random and in no way encyclopedic.

For that I apologise ... Moving on,

You Are Pretty Logical

You're a bit of a wizard when it comes to logic
While you don't have perfect logic, you logic is pretty darn good
Keep at it - you've got a lot of natural talent in this area!

How Logical Are You?

Your Mexican Name Is...

Doña Adriana

What's Your Mexican Name?

Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino

Smooth and sweet, you fit in to almost any crowd. No one would suspect you of being a coffee tweaker!

What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.
However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.
You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.
You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

You Are Very Honest

You tell it like it is, no matter what.
Even if the truth hurts, you'll dish it out.
And while some may get hurt by your honesty...
At least everyone knows where you stand!

How Honest Are You?

You Have Fantastic Karma

You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.
And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.
But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.
You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!

How's Your Karma?

All the best to you all,

Signed:
Doña Adriana

For Fy Friend Froggy (it had to match, it just had to:))

2006-09-24T22:25:00.000+01:00

I really have nothing of use to say, I will try to post something meaningful when I can, I am not procrastinating, oh no I'm not ... I am just really out of ideas and time, I want to post something of depth or some value, something that makes some sense, I will even settle for little sense, or barely any sense ... Yup, you get the drift ...

I just left for school and its all too hectic right now. But I read the post on my cbox and had to oblige, after all, how many froggys are there??? Errrm ... Well, those who have a blog and are good writers and well not real frogs ... Yes, your right, ONE.

Ok, this thought is consuming me at this present moment in time:

Goodbyes are always hard, no matter how much you grow or change, and God knows that I have to the upmost, Goodbyes will always and forever be a hard process, especially when we are talking about your loved ones ... I miss my parents, siblings, etc. But I am lucky to have such family to begin with, which is blessing enough, I try to always tell myself that as a way of comfort ... Speaking of blessings ... Ramadan is already here, which reminds me,

Ramadan Kareem
Kil sana o into taybeen ...

May you all always be in the greatest of health and happiest of times.
A special prayer for froggy since he is the one who requested the post.

Ok, here is a thought,
Think of three things your mostly greatful for having, whether it be something you own, blessed to have, people in your life, or something along those lines, and in your own way be thankful for them or it, show you appreciate, show you care, it makes all the difference in the world ... I know this might come off as being corny, and no, I am not intentionally trying sound sappy, but when your thankful for something or someone, you should show it, and when you do appreciate it, God rewards you with more. Atleast thats what I believe.

I think that's all I have to say,

Once again, Ramadan Kareem

If I do come to mind then pray for me.

Take Care Everyone,
Take Care Froggy,
All The Best,

Heroine.

To MeMe On HeR BirThDaY ! :)

2006-09-10T18:18:00.000+01:00

Dearest Mai,

I will start this off with supreme corniness but nevertheless, timelessness... Here you go ...

(Disco lights everywhere, that dance floor gas like gas thing (huh?), not the kind that makes you choke, the kind that is found only in the 70's, yeah, that one, picture the scene clearly now)

And only then does the Abba song play ...

"You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen"

Your Birthdate: September 11

Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world.
You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm.
Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche.
Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done.

Your strength: Your inner peace

Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds

Your power color: Emerald

Your power symbol: Leaf

Your power month: November

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Back to being serious now ...

It's your birthday!

Happy Happy Happy Birthday ... Yay :)

Today you celebrate another year of your life
may it be filled with lots of happiness with no hint of strife (strife, bear necessities, remember? Ehm, Look for the, bear necessities, the simple bear necessitites, forget about your worries and your strife. I mean the, bear necessities. Oh, mother nature's recipies that bring the bear necessities to life ... ok, I will stop now)

I want you to know that happiness is the least of things I wish for you
such a day where all of your hearts dreams come true
after all, shooting stars are not seen every night
the full moon doesn't appear every day
neither are special people like you born every year
you are so unique...

Happy Birthday once again Meme :)

Much Love,
Moi.

DEGGAT (tagged spelled backwards) give me a break, I am trying to be creative here!

2006-09-09T22:51:00.000+01:00

I have been tagged by the infamous SHY :)

Once upon a time, in the land of Heroine,

She was sitting on a green hill,
Admiring nature and all its beauty,
When a messenger arrives with mail,
She takes a closer look,
Only to realise that it's an envelope from her friend shy,
Confused and excited,
She opened it right up,
Its a tag! (Gasp, Barks, Thunder, Rain)

HE GOT ME ! *shakes her head in dismay* ... (kidding people, only kidding)...

And so she pulls up her laptop (yes, in that land, a laptop does exist, let it go) and begins to type ...

Here goes...

Are you happy/satisfied with your blog with its content and look?

Nope, not really.

Does your family know about your blog?

I'm not sure but I think my mom and one brother does, I could be wrong, should I ask them? or should I not? ah, the complication of it all. *drama, drama* (ps, I think my mom and younger brother know :))

Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or you just consider it as a private thing?

I don't take it that seriously, so no to both.

Do blogs give a positive change in your thoughts?

I find them quite interesting, and well, weird all at the same time, not the bad kind of weird, just the simplicity of a persons thoughts and the randomness of their identity all together makes it work for me.

Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself?

Both.

What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog?

I dont follow them religously, but I do glance every now and then, you have to be true to your fans you know. (total joke)

Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?

Hmm, oddly enough, I have for a couple, but never even thought about it when it comes to others, I guess it depends on how they write or what they write about, if that makes any sense.

Admit it. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging?

I guess so, yes.

Do you think that bloggers society is isolated from real world or interacts with events?

No, I think its somewhere in between.

Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it's a normal thing?

It's expected ... As long as it's constructive then it's fine. (quoting shy, I couldn't have said it better.)

Do you fear of some political blogs and avoid them?

Never even thought about it. Should I? *shrug*

Are u you shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?

Well, the idea itself is surprising, but I guess I might have a different opinion when I know about the specifics. It's hard to tell right now, the question is a little to vague for me. Sorry.

Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die?

What an amazingly cheerful, jolly question, the only thing missing right now is a rainbow and a bunch of fuzzy white bunnies.

Seriously though, I have never thought about, and Im sure I wont blog for that long, unless I die unexpectedly. KafAllah El-Shar.

What do you like to hear? What's the song you like to link to your blog?

I guess it would change every once and a while, I have a very eclectic taste, and to be honest, its borderline random. But I will try to mention a few as I post in future times Inshallah :)

The End.

And they all lived happily ever after :)

Heroine.

Plane tales ... When everything else fails :)

2006-09-07T12:38:00.000+01:00

I'm thinking of something to write, but nothing is coming to mind.

I had a weird flight that was delayed a good two hours and so till it took off, all the chairs didn't recline properly nor did the leg rests elevate normally. Also, I kindof noticed that there was something up with some people's tv's or headphones, I am not sure, I just realised that there was something wrong, as if some fe-fi-fo-fum giants jumped, abused and misused the chairs along with all the accessories to the point where they just collapsed, which I dont think happened, so we can all just let out a sigh of relief and eliminate that as a possibility.

Basically, it was all together just a bit off. Odd thing is, the movie castaway popped in my head a number of times, why you ask? who knows! it's just another random thing I suppose.

It's odd how to some people, time isn't of the essence, and how to others, being sensitive to others situation isn't a possibility even.

I guess what I am saying here is that, in some situations, being late isn't an issue. Example: if its to a normal gathering, a ten minute delay is understandable, very understandable actually, and no, I dont mean to ramble, but honestly, think about it? I get if your late for one reason or another, but I mean, I'm talking about a very notable sum of people late for a flight. Walking in all nonchalant, while some of the passangers are giving them the sad eye like they wanna flight. It's almost comic when I think of it now, but thinking of it then, I assumed that It must have been awkward to walk in to a plane that you know was waiting for you, I tend to be the passanger avoiding any eye contact, I don't know why, but I know I am ... Ah, I dont know, I just hope it never ever happens to me inshallah, I hate being late, and detest the guilt that comes with arriving late.

Mom thought it was one of the worst flights, and I don't blame her for thinking that at all. And my mom barely ever complains, so this is a big statement people !!!

Yup ... So ... MOVING ON.

I honestly have nothing more to say so I think I will end it here, and try my very best to post something later, *cough*if I ever get to it*cough* ... *cough*, ps. the last cough was real :)

Catch you all later.

Ciao.

iTunes Shuffle

2006-08-27T12:33:00.000+01:00

Dear you,

I'm a bit busy these days, and probably will be in a hectic state for a long time coming, but shy asked me to update, and since he asked, I sure will !

Ok, the idea of this post was adopted from Ghada's blog, nothing recent, but I remember coming across it before and liking the idea.

Ok? so, here goes.

IF A MOVIE WAS MADE OF YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

- - - - - - - Your Life: The Soundtrack - - - - - - - -
So, here's how it works:
Open your music player (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc).
Put it on SHUFFLE.
Press play.
For every question type the song that's on.
When you go to a new question press the next button.
Ready? GO!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Opening Credits: Supergirl - Krystal (um, interesting ... )

Waking Up: Never Leave Your Heart Alone - Butterfly Boucher (I like the song, but whatever happened between the opening credits and waking up, seems like something went seriously wrong, still, so far, so good)

Falling in Love: Ahead By A Century - The Tragically Hip (Kindof fits? Don't you think?)

Fight scene: I Can See Clearly Now - Bob Marley (haha, unless everyone in that scene starts to hug and cry, I dont see how this will work).

Breaking up: Mientes Tambien - Sin Bandera (aw, deep)

Getting back together: I Will Always Love You - Whitney Housten (Ok, this is starting to scare me a bit now)

Secret Love: Chill Out - Buddha Bar (SECRET LOVE? *gasp* what kindof movie is this?)

Life's okay: Smile - Damien Rice (It's kindof a sad song, but I can't really do anything about it because of the rules of the game, so there you go, I still like it though)

Mental breakdown: Hear Me - Kelly Clarkson (Ironic ... Seriously people, this is on shuffle)

Driving: Save Tonight - Eagle Eyed Cherry (cool song, but I have a critique, how can one be having a mental breakdown one minute, then drive a car the next? *tsk tsk*)

Flashback: Bigger Than My Body - John Mayer (yup yup yup, don't know whatelse to say, but I am liking the songs, not sure about the order of belonging though)

Partying: Good Riddance (time of your life) - Greenday (this would be a perfect ending, darn!, still ok though, exhale :P)

Happy dance: Caballito - Carlos Vives 'Merengue' (haha, if you know the song, u will be laughing right about now, if not, just laugh, it worth it, I never knew it was on my itunes)

Regretting: It's All Been Done - Barenaked Ladies (Yeah, this song is regretting the previous one ... haha)

Long night alone: Over My Head - The Fray (*smiles*)

Death scene: Here Comes The Sun - Ben Harper (No Comment)

Ending credits: Good Intentions - Toad The Wet Sprocket (haha, figures, this coming after a death scene)

Ok, I would hate to watch the movie, but the soundtrack isn't bad ... Right? ... Yeah, I thought so.

Well, it was pretty random so you can't blame me. I might later post one without the whole shuffle thing and find the best songs that fit, or maybe just recommend songs.

Let me read ur life soundtrack, and whatever messed up movie it might create.

PS. I was hoping the fight scene would have the song (kung foo fighting) haha, itunes shuffle didn't agree, so if I do post the next one, we all know what that fight scene's going to be.

I should go now, lots to do,

Let me hear from you,

Bye.

A Change Of Blog?

2006-08-23T14:36:00.001+01:00

Thx for those who always pass by, and thx for the kind words ... You know who u r !

As I mentioned prior ... I'm very busy these days, however, I got the chance to change my blog. I will keep it like this for the time being, just to see how it goes. Then decide.

Currently: I am ... Very stressed, and a little sad... (understatement)

Pray that everything turns out as hoped.

Sorry this is such a short post, and not to mention utterly vague.

Heroine.

It Continues ...

2006-08-13T12:12:00.000+01:00

If you have time, watch this

George Galloway on Sky News...

It's interesting.

Click Here To Watch

Lebanon

2006-07-16T08:31:00.000+01:00

The pictures above are of Beirut, Lebanon.
* Taken: (Friday, July 14th, 2006).

I'm not the first to dedicate a post to this issue, and to be honest, I didn't want to write anything about it, mainly because there was so much to say and I didn't know where to start. But after browsing the CNN website, I decided that maybe I should. You see, there was this survey (look below), and I couldn't help but think if the issues taking place were exactly the same, and we just switched countries ... I know its a far-fetched scenario, but what if, would the results of the survey be the same? Or would they differ?

But on a more important note, I hope everyone, you, I or anyone else knows, and generally everyone in Lebanon is safe, and stays safe, I hope this all fades away soon and things go back to normal. The thought of it all is very daunting. When will it all end? When?

- I will leave you with the results of the survey -

Created: Thursday, July 13, 2006, at 03:55:19 EDT
Do you think the Israeli military response inside Lebanon is justified?

Yes
61%
117717 votes

No
39%
75104 votes
Total: 192821 votes

"This QuickVote is not scientific and reflects the opinions of only those Internet users who have chosen to participate."

To Vote:

Click On

VOTE

I've Been Tagged?

2006-07-09T08:29:00.001+01:00

I am probably the last one to do this...

Apparently I have been tagged by doomylata and I only noticed that now. (I'm not big on tags, though they are interesting, so I tend to skip the part where they say I tag *insert name here* next). Thus, I apologise again for the delay, I really do.

Here goes:

1- I'm an only girl in between brothers.

2- I love Italian food.

3- I'm left-handed.

4- When I was little I couldn't pronounce my name right, and that mispronunciation actually became my nickname.

5- I like pastel colours in general, but if I were to pick a favourite, I would for sure pick the colour blue.

6- I appreciate the finer things in life, but don't *live* for them ... I also appreciate a good piece of jewelry, or a gift from a loved one, I value something I could treasure.

7- I love items that are unique, in the sense that I don't tend to follow crazes, especially when they become very widespread.

8- I think I have an eclectic taste in music, maybe even random.

9- I'm honest, I also detest liars.

10- I used to sketch/draw/paint on a regular basis since the age of 5, but do not anymore.

11- I used to play more than one musical instrument, but not anymore.

12-I love baby animals, they are all cute, though I am not a fan of cats.

13- Don't ask, but I like dolphins. I can't explain why.

14- I love the beach, it has this calming and ever so tranquil effect on me.

15- I've been commonly perceived as being of a quiet and shy nature.

16- I've also been commonly perceived as being a closed book, which may explain why this tag is difficult for me since I have to pick the facts I should note down.

17- Though I do change a lot as a person, I'm and hope to always be the kind of girl who stays true to those she cares about, regardless.

18- I try to be the best I can be. So, I hope to achieve all my goals in life. *I REALLY do hope*.

19- I don't like it when others are upset (namely those I care about), it seems to affect me more than it would the average person, I guess part of my own happiness depends on seeing them happy.

20- Last, but not least, *think, think* I love my mother, I enjoy observing children being themselves, and I feel contented when I manage to paint a smile on someone's face, especially if it was after being sad, that act itself can be reason enough to brighten up my day.

ok, I guess I am done.

As to whom I should tag next?

I tag all who have not been tagged, namely:

Frogman,

Shy,

and ...

Sorry, I can't remember who hasn't been yet, if you haven't then sorry for not remembering and once you fill yours, leave a comment so everyone who checks can then go to yours page.

Heroine.

Mars vs. Venus

2006-07-07T06:42:00.000+01:00

Your Brain is 60% Female, 40% Male

Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
You are both sensitive and savvy
Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

What Gender Is Your Brain?

- Sounds about right, aside from the wearing the heart on the sleeve part, I beg to differ on that ... I wear mine underneath my right pant leg strapped to my boot like a gun! *evil grin*

That was a total joke by the way ... The reality is I don't wear it on my sleeve, I unproudly tend to bottle things up inside most of the time.

(This entry is inspired by chocloholic as she took the test before I did).

Here Goes Nothing

2006-07-01T05:32:00.000+01:00

*took the song down, if your still curious, its called "over my head" by the fray*

This is my last trial in attaching a song. I hope it works. If it does, it's a song I like, hope you do too (It somehow puts how I feel these days into words)... My taste in music is eclectic, so trying to find a genre is an aimless cause. It's pretty random.

Oh, since I'm already posting...

To my surprise I was tagged by Doomylata

1) You receive a gift. You open it and say "wow this is exactly what I need. It came in time". What is the gift?

Seriously? 3 wishes, I want a genie that could grant me 3 wishes. Can I have that? Or does it have to be something realistic. If it has to be realistic then, I don't know.

2) Close your eyes, now open them. You are someone else. Who do you want it to be?

Still, me.

3) You are sitting in a coffee shop in the Champs-ElysÃ©es. there are five chairs around the table, you set on one, who sets on the other four?

Ok, without sounding odd, can I bring back people who are no longer here? Since this is all pretend? If not then:
1.Mom.
2.Hissa.
3.Reem.
4.Anyone else who wants to join, you're all welcome, the more the merrier.

4) They give you a chance to appear on T.V for five minutes. Everyone on the planet is watching you, and everyone will believe whatever comes out of your mouth. What will your message be?

(Others talked about Saudi and the correct perception of Islam, so I persume people are already convinced about that, so I won't repeat what they said).

Here is what I have to say:

Life is short, make the best of it the right way, parents are a gift, treat them as such, and if you think no one cares, then I will say thats not true, cus I care. Be good to one another, be honest & true to yourself and to those around you. Find peace within you before you demand it of others, if you have something nice to say, then say it. You never know what effect those words can have on someone. Never lie. Love the ones around you for you never know when they will leave. Finally, I am trying my best to be the best I can be in every way, so wish me luck and pray a little prayer for me, as I will for you all. Thank you for taking time to listen. *smiles*.

Heroine.

Testing ... Testing ... 1,2,3

2006-06-29T16:43:00.000+01:00

Ok, I just realized something as I was browsing around. Some people have me linked as being one of their favorite blogs and I don't have them as mine.

See, I can explain ... I just learned how to add links in my sidebar, and I was planning to add along the way, but now, as much as I am so very appreciative to the ones that have me amongst their favorite blog link and oh so very flattered, I just think that it would only be fair I have them in my sidebar.

So please, aside from the ones I have now, if you have me in your blog and I don't have you in mine, then please comment and leave your name so I can add you as soon as I can. Deal? *be as creative as you feel*

Thank you very much.

Waiting to hear from you. Whoever you are.

Heroine.

tête-à-tête

2006-06-25T19:18:00.000+01:00

Welcome to the real world,
She said to me, condescendingly,
Take a seat,
Take your life,
Plot it out in black and white …

--- As those lyrics echo around the room, I start to think.

Subject Matter: Conversations.
Specification: Conversations over coffee. Tea if you're a tea person.

Though being of a shy and quiet nature (or so I hear), I still highly appreciate spending quality time as well as conversing with people whom I enjoy being around.
Honest, Respectful, Smart, Funny, but most of all, True ... It seems like some just have that x-factor when it comes to presence and personality, or maybe it's not something that one person is blessed with, but rather a connection that is made between two or more individuals.

I heard this theory once, which goes as follows:
People have what is known as (wave-lengths) yeah, you read it right, and when two are similar, they are considered to be (compatible), so as a result those two people "click". With that being said, one person had to come with the wise remark saying, I guess you have mystifying wavelengths since you're very particular when it comes to people I warm up to.
Ha-ha, verrry funny, but, hey! ~shrugs~ , that's just a theory.

I guess I specified conversations over coffee not for coffee itself as I am not an avid fan of coffee, but to symbolise the cosiness of the scene and the simplicity of the setup, away from all formalities, yeah, that's why ...

Nothing beats feeling tranquil, if only there were more true people in the world,
If only.

PS (In case your wondering, the lyrics are from the song "No Such Thing" by John Mayer.

Heroine.

Needlephobia?

2006-06-22T22:44:00.000+01:00

* This post is dedicated to Taqobell, thanks for being so sweet and asking for a post.

Ok, So I don't have a phobia of needles. I just like that for a name.

I had an appointment in the hospital the other day. To have a blood test, you can feel the tension as you walk in. I walk in and there is this delightful American lady. She smiles and says, ooo, a blood test? I return the smile and say, yup. Handing her my appointment paper.

I walk in to this room, with a little chair and an arm-rest, and a lady who also smiles widely and compliments me, so far so good. I sit there and it smells like a hospital usually does. Not very complimentary. But sterile, which is comforting in a way. I can hear a little child crying horribly in the room just beside mine. And I start wondering about the whole needlephobia deal. It could be scary especially if the person taking the blood from you looks like a cereal killer or ex-con. Which wasn't the deal in my case. *sigh of relief*, she sticks the needle in my left arm and it stung, though I am not a complainer, I just smiled and looked down as the blood went through the tube into one of those little sample things, it started as one, then two, then three, then believe it or not, SEVEN!

I started wondering whether I am in the right place, then I asked, you do need my consent for a blood donation, right? She laughed and said yes, this is a routine blood test, so I sit patiently and say, ok, just leave a little blood for me cus I think my heart would need it to function ... She compliments me again, and I sit back and wait, when she is done, the bubbly American nurse looks in and says, Oh Gosh, don't move honey, I will bring you a glass of orange juice. I smile and say, OK! So I drank the orange juice since I think they worried I may faint, which is a valid concern with all the blood taken out. So, its over ... I ask them if I am free to go and they smile and set me free. But as I left I couldn't help but wonder, to people who fear needles and can't stand the sight of blood, a routine blood test can be pure torture, and I can't blame them, it's just that I think they need to pay more attention to people who do fear such tests, are you one of them?

* ps, I can't help but feel a little nervous when I know the needle will cut through my skin at any minute, but as soon as that's over, I am back to normal, even while the blood is being extracted. But a sigh of relief is always bound to take place once the band aid is placed ... Where is my lollipop? *smiles*

Thufferin' Thuccotash!

2006-06-16T20:34:00.001+01:00

I've been trying to figure out how to have my favorite blogs on the right hand corner of the page, well, no I haven't been trying to figuring out, I just wondered but didn't really try, so if anyone could tell me how, I would appreciate it.

It's weird, I feel like I am looking for something that I can't find. Only, I am really not. I think that I have kept a lot in lately, maybe that's explains it. I am really not sure.

Ok, now I just realized how random my post is till now. I do apologize for that. But, that's how my brain has been functioning lately, as I have a lot in mind, so this is just a glimpse to the inner workings of moi's attic. (attic = brain).

Oh, speaking of brains and how they work, and how random they can be at times ... Yesterday, a friend walked in and was about to ask the following question: (have you seen the silk?) ... But the actual words uttered were (have you theen the thilk?).

It was funny, but I said nothing as she was annoyed about something else. Less than five minutes later, she was laughing, and when someone mentioned Spain, she was going to say (Oh, I might go to Spain sometime soon). But what came out was, (Oh, I might go to thpain thometime thoon). I know you may be thinking, "Heroine, that's called a lisp". I do realize that, only thing is, she doesn't have one. It's just a bizarre slip of tongue that seemed to never end, it went on and on, odd thing was she kept on sticking out her tongue and asking if it was blue as it felt dead and heavy (don't ask, I really don't know what thats supposed to mean), I don't know why she did that, I am guessing she thinks a dead tongue would turn blue, or maybe, a dead tongue can pronounce every letter except the letter (s)? I am not sure, it was funny at the time though.

Care to share your word slips?

I am trying to think of some of mine.

Coincidence?

2006-06-12T19:02:00.000+01:00

Soon after publishing the previous post, I increased the volume of my MP3, and this faith hill song was playing, but ... It was half way through or so I am guessing, and this part of the lyric is what she was singing at that exact moment in time.

"life is hard, and so is love, child, believe in all these things" ...

Coincidence or Conspiracy?

Well, the whole song hit home to be honest, I really could relate, I am not sure why since I was thinking about myself vs. The giant reality I call world.

Still, I could relate to the smaller scale of the story, maybe some parts, about fireflies and tinkerbell remind me of vague memories I call my own, or maybe because I genuinely was that four year old that believed tinkerbell was real. Whatever the reason maybe, I will post the lyrics as a whole and you tell me.

"Fireflies"

Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
Before you knew me I traveled 'round the world
I slept in castles and fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture tinkerbell
They were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

[chorus]
I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like bed sheet sails
And I believe in peter pan and miracles
And anything I can to get by
And fireflies

Before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
I could bless myself in your name and pat you on your wings
Before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud
"life is hard, and so is love, child, believe in all these things"
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture tinkerbell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell

On Loneliness

2006-06-12T18:38:00.000+01:00

Wikipedia defines 'Loneliness' as follows: A state of feeling cut off from and longing for others, due to lack of contact (physically, emotionally, etc.) with people (whether acquaintances, friends, or loved ones). Loneliness is not to be confused with solitude (where a person may appreciate the time to think and reflect without distraction.)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lonely

So then it is true, it is possible to feel alone even when your surrounded by others (I always knew that, but I guess I didn't expect to find it in the actual definition of the word). I am not sure, I just feel so changed, which is a part of growing up and that I mean in a very positive way ... But what I mean is that I feel alone, though I know I am really not. Also, I know I have a lot to be thankful for, so this is in no way sounding bratty or spoiled. No, its just a lot deeper than something that maybe mistaken for being superficial. It's like I am requestioning everything, paying close attention to everyone. Analyzing others and situations, things I just accepted for being there without really looking closer. I measure myself by own standards, which I know are high, so I am glad I measure up, being pointed out as a perfectionist, I get how I can be too hard on myself, and I could deny that, but I know I am, so I just I have to accept it. But what I mean is, could that be the reason why I feel alone at times, why am I so understanding of others, but I can't do that when it comes to me?

I'm probably not making sense, but I guess all I want to say is, I want to be loved by others, not the fake type, I don't care for that, I recognize it from a mile away, but I want to be genuinely liked. I want to be remembered with a few good words to follow, most of all, I want to find the home in me, the figurative home, aside from the house I call home.

Should I even publish this?
I might turn it into a temporary post, I will just have to wait and see...

Here goes,
*holds her breath and pushes the publish post button* ... *sigh*

A Child Of The 80's & 90's

2006-06-09T19:00:00.001+01:00

You know you were when,

- You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air".

- When it was actually worth getting up early on a weekend to watch cartoons.

- You remember when MTV was MTV.

- You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"

- You ever wore fluorescent clothing.

- Michael Jackson really was the king of pop.

- You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.

- You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets. (nostalgic?)

- You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.

- "Don't worry, be happy" ,,, enough said.

- You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks. (I didn't, but I do recall some who did)

- You wore socks scrunched down. (guilty!)

- You remember watching the movie "Gremlins".

- You remember Rainbow Bright and My Little Pony.

- You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.

- You know the lyrics to "We are the World".

- You know what "Atari" means.

- Finally, partying "like it's 1999" seemed SO far away.

--- Feel free to contribute.

Change Of Mind

2006-06-08T00:51:00.000+01:00

On a previous post, I wrote about a book I was planning to read. Vanishing Acts?

Well, I decided to settle for something else, I don't know why but that seems to happen with me now. The sudden change of mind when it comes to personal decisions, seriously, it seems confusion creeps into the simplist decisions when I have alot on mind, which is a bit annoying.

Moving on, the book I decided to read instead is as you can already tell, is: The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini. So far so good, though I didn't really read much, I am still at the start, but it's capturing and very well written. I will probably do a further update once I finish (if I do ever get time to finish) ... I guess that's all I have to say.

Heroine.

5 Lessons

2006-06-03T20:03:00.000+01:00

Ok, it's not like me to post emails rather than my own thoughts on various issues, but I am making certain exceptions. This was interesting, and I liked it, so I thought sharing would only be fair, hope you like it as much as I did:

Five Life Lessons on How to Treat People
Five lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.

1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times.
She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello".

I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.

2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain

One night, at 11.30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.

Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.

Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 -year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents,"
replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.

When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table.

There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.

Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.

After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts.

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her."

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away".

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

...

Nice, isn't it?

A Dose Of Randomness

2006-06-03T18:01:00.000+01:00

Found these facts a little amusing, hope you do too, so here goes:

- Pinocchio is Italian for "pine head".

- In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.

- The airplane Buddy Holly died in was called "American Pie." (Thus the name of the Don McLean song).

- A group of unicorns is called a blessing. Twelve or more cows are known as a "flink." A group of frogs is called an army. A group of rhinos is called a crash. A group of kangaroos is called a mob. A group of whales is called a pod. A group of ravens is called a murder. A group of officers is called a mess. A group of larks is called an exaltation. A group of owls is called a parliament.

- If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes. (note: if the rider's head is up the horse's rear, the rider died a politician).

- No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, and purple.

- Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of their unwanted people without killing them used to burn their houses down - hence the expression "to get fired."

- The phrase "sleep tight" derives from the fact that early mattresses were filled with straw and held up with rope stretched across the bedframe. A tight sleep was a comfortable sleep.

- Studies show that if a cat falls off the seventh floor of a building it has about thirty percent less chance of surviving than a cat that falls off the twentieth floor. It supposedly takes about eight >floors for the cat to realize what is occurring, relax and correct itself.

- 111,111,111 x 111,111,111=12,345,678,987,654,321

- Coca-Cola was originally green.

- Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.

E-mail

2006-06-03T01:23:00.000+01:00

This is an interesting email I received, hope you like it:

TOUGH QUESTIONS

Question 1:
If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the response for this one.

Question 2:
It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.

Candidate A.
Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologist. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.

Candidate B.
He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps until noon, used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.

Candidate C
He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.

Which of these candidates would be our choice?
Decide first... no peeking, then scroll down for the response.

-------------------------------------------------------------

Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.

And, by the way, on your answer to the abortion question:
If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.

Pretty interesting isn't it?
Makes a person think before judging someone.

Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember:

Amateurs...built the ark.
Professionals...built the Titanic

On Goodbye

2006-06-01T14:35:00.000+01:00

I hate goodbyes. I just do.

Saying goodbye is painful, the pain is intensified if the process is entered with the illusion that there are no guarantees of reuniting. To be honest, there is never a real valid 100% guarantee on anything. Like saying that we only part to meet again, but where is the guarantee in all that? Even when we do meet again, changes happen and you miss out on so much ... People change, I certainly have, so, the reality is, there are no guarantees that everything will be as it is even if we do meet again.

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.

I Can't Wait Till ...

2006-05-31T23:09:00.001+01:00

I was sitting this evening, while people around me were talking...

The conversation reminded me of something else,
a weird type of Deja Vu, you could say...

I started thinking about something, which led to something else, and a series of other things till I ended up on an issue that is in no way relevant to what I thought of first. It's weird how all of a sudden, people's voices seem to fade out in my head, and the subject on mind becomes the pivotal point at that precise moment in time. It consumes me in a very rare way.

That happens to me lately, somehow feeling alone even when you're accompanied by others. Suddenly, I heard someone say...
(I can't wait till ... etc.) and that got me thinking, isn't it weird how most of us, if not all of us seem to wait for the next thing ahead, our next plan, and so on. Don't get me wrong, I certainly think that way at times, but I guess what I mean is, isn't it odd how we decide on something to look forward to, counting down the hours, days or even months. But what about that in between time, is it less significant? Is all the time in between really wasted because it's less valuable in a way? When they say that someone had a near death experience, and his/her whole life flashed before his/her eyes, do they ever regret all that lost time, when I say 'lost' I mean time spent without being fully appreciated. It's true we shouldn't take anything for granted, but don't you think that it's just something that you can't escape forgetting because of the routine in which our lives are ruled?

I don't know.

Heroine.

Vanishing Acts

2006-05-29T12:36:00.001+01:00

Ok, I think this book will probably be my next book to read (when I do find the time, if that will ever happen). Why this book you ask? Well, I'm really not sure, I have a vast number of books, but with moving and such I lost track and this is the one I did find, I was able to find others but all the others are books that I already have read. So, I decided it would be weird for me to go and buy a new book when I have this one still here, unread.

I'm still not sure what this book is about, one review states (What better title than Vanishing Acts to describe a search-and-rescue worker who turns out to be a missing person herself, as well as the daughter of an amateur magician who makes people disappear?) Ok, sounds interesting enough. Though that review was a bit of a giveaway, don't you think? Well, if anyone of you did read the book please do tell me if you liked it, also, I would appreciate it if I get any recommendations on books you read and loved for me to look into if I haven't yet read them.

* You know what drew me to the book? In fine print just below the authors name and right above the book tittle, it says "It takes two people to make a lie work. The person who tells it and the one who believes it." It's true.

Well, let me hear from you...

Till next time,

Take Care.

Ever Wonder?

2006-05-28T15:41:00.001+01:00

Here goes:

- Part I: Why is Mickey Mouse bigger than Pluto?

- Part II: Why is it that Goofy walks on two legs, while Pluto is on all fours?

- Part III: Could Disney world be the only people trap operated by a mouse?

- Why is shampoo clear but conditioner not?

- Howcome they can make an indestructible black box that is used on planes to later be retrieved, but not make the whole plane from that same substance?

- Why don't we ever see baby pigeons?

- What are a male ladybirds called?

- Why is it called a pineapple, when there is neither pine nor apple in it?

- How do they get the air inside the bubble wrap?

- Why do dogs walk around in circles before lying down?

- Why do some people put more effort into their wedding than the actual marriage?

- Why is 'dyslexia' spelled that way? And why is 'lisp' pronounced that way? I mean, is that really fair?

(I rest my case) *

* feel free to contribute to the chain of life's unanswered questions...

Reminisce

2006-05-28T10:53:00.000+01:00

I switched on the TV and this movie was on, I vaguely remember it from way back when.

End conclusion: I liked the movie, I really did, it's one of those movies that impresses you in a different way to which 'new' movies would impress you, I suppose being a child at the time it was released brings you back to it, after all, the more you grow, the more you change on many levels. So, I guess it would be right to say that this film made me realize that all I ever believed was never lost in me, but rather, simply inert and obscured.

To those who never heard of it, it's about this girl whose father enlists to fight in the British WW1, the girl (Sara) then goes to New York to attend the same boarding school her late mother attended. Come to think of it, the head mistress of the school is called (Miss Minchin), so to those who know it's the movie version of the cartoon (Sally), ring a bell?

PS (Sara believes that every girl regardless of who she is ... Is a princess in her own way. Thus, the title)

Ok, here is the bit that I found interesting, the girl who plays the lead role in this movie, Liesel Matthews, is actually a member of the family that owns the chain of (Hayatt) Hotels ... (To those wondering, yeah, just like Paris is to Hilton Hotels, I know).

She was a good actress (Liesel, not Paris), So, its a shame that's the only movie she did make, apparently, last thing heard about her is that she and her brother 'Matthew' are now in the process of suing their family for what they believe is their part of the Hyatt fortune. They are seeking $1billion in actual damages, and at least $5billion in punitive damages.

How sad ... Why does it almost always end up that way? *ponders*

But on a lighter note, did anyone see that movie? What do you think?

1st Post

2006-05-27T19:07:00.000+01:00

Dear all,

Or should I say, Dear you? Or maybe something more catchy like ... Hey, YOU ! Actually, that's more intimidating than catchy... blah...

I don't know... Moving on,

It's official, my very first entry in my very first blog ... *smiles*

Not sure what to write about, had a very busy day with a lot going on, the next few months are going to be very busy, more hectic maybe. Lots of plans pushed back to later times... I hate it when that happens.

Well, let me fill you in, I am listening to Buddha bar (Angelique Kidjo 'Lemanja' by David Visan) and thinking about everything and nothing all at once, all of a sudden, this came to mind, very random, I know:

I don't care if they eat me alive,
I've got better things to do than survive...

You like? Yes? (By the way, the world news is on TV, so maybe thats how those two lines surficed).

The words are taken from a song (not sure which one exactly) of Ani Difranco's ... I think her lyrics are very ... What word am I looking for here? eloquent? real? I think what I am trying to say is that whether you do or don't identify with her lyrics, you can still appreciate where they are coming from, oddly enough I don't listen to much of her music, but I do tend to read the lyrics from time to time, weird huh?

I am not sure how I should end this blog, I am thinking of a way to make a good first impression (I shouldn't have said that,right?) ... Well, I got it, I will leave you with yet another of her lyrics, but this time with the whole piece, its from a song called 32 flavors, I love the lyrics to this one, you know now I realize how odd it is that I don't listen to her music much, but I guess sometimes lyrics alone can be more personal or maybe I am just trying to make sense of it, either way ... Here you go, enjoy!

Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

Both my parents taught me about good will
and I have done well by their names
just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I'd passed and left them alone

And God help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and God help you if you are a pheonix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back

I'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say

Squint your eyes and look closer...

Ok, take care everyone ... or shall I say, take care, YOU !