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2005 26 January :: 1.19pm
:: Mood: goofy
I got a complaint that my posts lately have been very intense.
In the beginning was the Plan.
And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the Plan was without substance.
And darkness was upon the faces of the Workers.
And they spoke amongst themselves, saying, "It is a crock of shit, and it stinketh."
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odour thereof."
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying, "It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the Managers went unto their Directoers, saying, "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."
And the Directors spoke unto the Vice Presidents, saying, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went unto the President, saying unto him, "This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the company, with powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan, and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
This is how Shit happens.
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2005 25 January :: 7.18pm
"and there pour forth jejune words and useless empty phrases."
anthony trollope would love online journals.
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2005 25 January :: 6.34pm
it seems like there are certain classes that get my mind racing, and anthropology is definitely one of them. there is so much information, so many things we want to prove and understand. and i keep thinking that maybe there's an answer... or maybe it's just that we assume there's an answer, even if there is no answer to anything. i would love for everything to be a science and to explain everything else and numbers making sense and black and white creating gray but only 1 shade of it so that we can understand, but there are too many things going on at once to understand. we have not existed long enough nor will anyone exist long enough to ever fully understand anything, if it is even possible to do so. where did the universe come from? we are stuffed with mathematical formulas and equal signs, books that have fronts and backs, chapters and page numbers, beginnings and ends. in our minds, there always has to be a start and a finish. we do not comprehend infinity. so when and where and how did the universe start? the UNIVERSE. not just our planet, but all of the trillions of planets, stars, moons, etc. inside this galaxy and every other galaxy in the whole huge universe. what are we? what do we mean? what is our value? what's our connection to other worlds in the whole scheme of things? what if we don't have one? what if we truly are meaningless and random, just one of trillions of other planets filled with animals and plantlife, with humans who suffer and hate and love and fear? how can we wake up every day and do this, whatever it is that we're doing? what is it? what is everything? what is nothing? i don't know if we glued all of our brains together if we could have the brain power to figure it out.
nothing. how can there be such a thing? how can a word exist for something that isn't anything? blackness is not nothing, it's still something. we talk about vacuums in outer space. what is a vacuum? the absence of matter? how can that be? one of science's laws is that matter can neither be destroyed nor created. if matter cannot be destroyed, "nothing" cannot exist. is there an opposite for everything that does exist? if there is no "nothing," can there be "everything"? what do we mean by the word "exist"? what does it mean to be? to see something, to touch something... to smell it... that means something exists? mere perception is supposed to be the equivalent to existence? what is existence? to be "alive"? does a rock exist? anger is an emotion.... we've all experienced it.... so does it exist? love, jealousy, sadness... they live inside our heads. so does everything that "exists" only exist isolated in the mind?
it's all we are. my God... we are only brains! we are absolutely nothing else. bodies are just machines. everything you perceive is produced inside your brain! how do you know what you're looking at is really there? because other people see it? how do other people see what you see? there's a connection between eyes and the brain, and the eyes sense light and color, and those sensations are converted into electrical pulses that can travel along the nerves inside the brain, which produces a picture inside your mind. "mind" is a concept, a construct. we have some collective consciousness of things that are going on, we "think," we "talk" inside our minds without having to speak outloud. without learning a language, would that be possible? there is no spot in the brain that we can label as "the mind." the whole thing is involved in our awareness of ourselves and our environment and all of the pretty little things we discuss and eat and touch and stare at. but our minds are only aware of our selves to a point. our brain is only partially aware of itself. i can think and understand that i have a brain, but i am unable to really comprehend that it's this gray sponge that's causing me to type all of this nonsense that somehow has meaning! i can't understand my own brain, i speak as if i am one and the brain is another, when in fact we are one in the same. i'm not aware of all of the gazillions of processes going on in my brain right now in order to complete this task - motor skills for my fingers to hit the right keys on this keyboard, visual processes going on every nanosecond... the nerve endings in my flesh and muscles are sending messages to my brain and telling it that this table is hard as my arms rests on it. but i have no awareness of it. i don't control these things... i don't control the beating of my heart, the inflating of my lungs, the white blood cells that are attacking bacteria in a paper cut on my finger, i have no clue about any of these things. all of these things, these are miracles. how can people not be satisfied with this? we are the most amazing things ever... organisms, things that are alive! we're alive! we take it for granted, we take everything for granted. things that are here must have always been here. that's how we think. this is fascinating.
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2005 23 January :: 1.55am
peace is the way
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2005 23 January :: 1.08am
:: Mood: sad
:: Music: Radiohead - Wish You Were Here
I really wish you were here...
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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2005 20 January :: 2.35am
for AC
a certain woman i know had the capability of smuggling me out of kuwait. my mother gave me her number before she went to 7ajj, "just in case" something happens to her and i end up here with my dad. so i asked her if i could take someone with me. she said i could.
more news. when you get your jinsiya and jawaz, you don't need your father's permission to buy a ticket. if you have them with you, all you need to do is go to the airport and buy a ticket.
also, get this. the american embassy loves these sort of "child abuse" cases, meaning, they will help you get out if you go to them. not directly, but they will help.
hang on right now, because it seems like a long way back to sanity. whenever you so much as think of thinking of giving up, think of your siblings instead. iyyanee oo iyyaach you do anything to compromise their well being. if it all works out like i want it to, then i'll even watch over them for you while you go set your life up.
there's light at the end of the tunnel, and the sun rises on your eighteenth birthday.
IF YOU HAVE A JINSIYA AND A JAWAZ, YOU DON'T NEED PARENTAL CONSENT TO BUY A PLANE TICKET.
it's not long now.
i love you.
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2005 18 January :: 4.34pm
if someone offered you a chance to be fearless... do you think you would even take it?
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2005 18 January :: 8.10pm
:: Music: bjork - i miss you
i know i already woohued today but, this one's for you, baby boy
I was looking through an old chronicle I kept a few years back when my brother first went to college, and found a whole section on air, or wind. I like this part of it.
"The rush of air, humid and stale, thick with the scent of rain and damp is as refreshing as any spring breeze. Any air that moves and changes of its own accord carries with it a calm and peace, a confirmation of life that no air generated by machine can ever emulate. Only when the air moves by itself, scattering my hair into my eyes and my face, do I appreciate reality, not as it is defined by the media, but rather reality as few know it, and those few only know it at rare time intervals. This realization of reality is often spurred on by the most unexpected things; a content, familiar face, a patch of comfortable sunlight in my eye and often, a sudden breath of air, from nature or by a loved one's lips... It's a reality I love and adore. It isn't frightening or unhappy as so often is impressed upon us, but pure and rich..."
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2005 18 January :: 3.07pm
i'm sorry, i just had to post this, had to. it's almost as good as the lollita test.
She Wants to Move by N.E.R.D. |
"Her off beat dance makes me fantasize
(Her curves) She's sexy!!
Her ass is a spaceship I want to ride
(Her ass) She's sexy!!"
In 2004 you got your groove on - and had the best time ever.
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2005 17 January :: 4.53pm
:: Mood: sick
there's been so much terrorism around lately. in these past couple of days there have been houses and apartments searched just to find ammunition, shotgun shells, heavy artillery, home made explosives and, scariest of all, plans to blow up and destroy areas of heavy foreign presence. this meant embassies, certain resteraunts and coffee houses and, you guessed it, private american and british schools.
i don't understand what's going through these people's heads. i'm not scared, it's about that. i don't feel threatened at all for some reason. but i'm confused. i wish i could understand what was happening. why are muslims killing other muslims in the name of islam? it just doesn't make sense to me. no foreigners have been hurt or killed or even inconvenienced. four policemen have died, and five are in hospitals with gunshot wounds.
i don't understand it.
my mother left last night to hajj, the holy pilgrimage required of every muslim once in a lifetime to mecca. while we were in the car driving her to the airport, we got the news that the saudi arabian government was spreading out 50,000 soldiers to "protect the pilgrims". it should make me feel better, but it doesn't.
i have a bad feeling.
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2005 15 January :: 1.55pm
:: Mood: warm and fuzzy
:: Music: zodiak - everything goes
They say it's a night in a year, when everything goes
Today I turned 17 years old. I took an Arabic exam and an IB HL Math exam, 20 Paper 1 questions. In other words, 20 questions on everything I've taken this year and junior year, straight forward math problems. And we're done our core for math. From here to May, it's reviewing for the final exam, and Paper 2, which is conceptual and abstract, the really hard stuff. There's never been more than one question on a Paper 2 exam, and it's never been less than 30% of the overall score. Basically, these are the thoughts that have occupied my mind all weekend (minus 2:06 on the phone with California, when I stopped thinking about math, science and... well no, I didn't totally stop thinking about free will).
I know today is supposed to feel special, but it doesn't. It's just another day: I had exams. But today, people gave me things, like swiss cake rolls and Interpol CDs *cough*.
But today is special, because I checked my mail and I had all the people in the world tell me how much I mean to them. Thank you guys, it's not the birthday that's special, it's all of you for making it feel like it is.
I love you all.
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2005 12 January :: 1.12pm
:: Mood: non-human
:: Music: kidney theives - arsenal
plants and snails
Some middle schooler walks by Andy, 7amada, Zed and me carrying a plant. This was our reaction.
Andy: Oooh look! Plant!
7amada: Can you smoke that thing?
me: I want to pee on it...
Andy: No, I want to look at it and admire its beauty...
*Andy and I crack up*
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2005 11 January :: 3.58pm
i could probably walk in high heels better than i can speak.
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2005 10 January :: 10.05am
what does it mean, doctor?
to manifest or communicate, as by a gesture; show.
to make known the feelings or opinions of (oneself), as by statement or art.
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2005 10 January :: 11.26am
You're Chino! You are the ultra talented lead singer of the Deftones. You write and deliver some incredible lyrics, and always with that extra oomph of sex appeal. Surprisingly, for such a hard band, you really like softies like Weezer (and actually stated that if asked to join you would) showing the many sides of your personality. I worship you!
Which Deftones member are you? brought to you by Quizilla
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2005 7 January :: 10.51am
:: Mood: *sigh* ready
:: Music: interpol - evil
this is not goodbye
I've been happier lately. This vacation was just what I needed: time. I needed the time to party, I needed the time to jump around my room to The Strokes or Morrissey or Interpol or Mindless Self Indulgence, I needed the time to sit down with my brother and play Naruto until we both had tears rolling down our faces from concentrating on the tv screen for too long, I needed the time to sit down with him and watch disgusting comedy after another, I needed the time to sit down with my mother and figure things out, I needed the time to draw, sing, dance, write and most of all, I needed the time to spend with my friends.
If someone comes here and tries to tell me time is just a manmade concept and shouldn't affect us, fuck you. Don't you dare. No matter what there will always be twenty-four hours in a day, always be seven days in a week, time goes on, it's a real dimension and it marches through the three dimensions we inhabit, whether we like it or not. The only manmade concept here is the clock, the ability to track time and see how much of it we have left to get done what we have to get done.
That's a tangent.
I enjoyed this vacation so much. It meant a lot to me, in several ways and through several aspects, and though there were rough times (Laurence knows what I'm talking about) and I'm a little big caught up right now, I wouldn't change a thing about this vacation if i went back and did it again. If i could change it though, I'd put more hours into the day, more days into the week, more time to just... you know?
I'm going to miss it all when this vacation's over. I'm going to miss having the time to talk, having the time to relax, having the time to create. I'm going to miss you specifically, my personal gorgeous.
So i might be really absent. And if I am, well, don't change in the time it takes me to get back.
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2005 5 January :: 1.13pm
:: Mood: content to wait
this isn't all about science.
i want to talk about the first four dimensions: level, depth, width and time. the first three dimensions are about space, about distance and how far apart we are. the fourth dimension is about time, maybe not exactly as we know it, but very similar to it, about how long we have to wait and how long we have to interact.
the first dimention, width, is what allows us to go back and forth. remember, we aren't talking about time, but take a step forward, then a step backwards, and you are nagivating the first dimention: width. walk in a straight line, and you're walking a whole dimension.
the second dimention is levels. if you're going up a flight of stairs, you're moving in the first and second dimensions. climbing a perfectly vertical ladder, you are navigating only the second dimension.
the third dimension is a little more complicated. if you were going up the stairs in a diagnoal line, you'd be navigating all three dimensions. if you were to go up a flight of stairs sideways, that's just the second dimension and the third dimention. if you're walking a diagonal line, that's the first and third dimensions. if you're sidestepping, that's only the third.
then the fourth dimention. you can't really move through it. you can't go up a flight of stairs and change time. there's no where you can go to make time that's been lost. once time is gone, it's gone. and if time is on its way to you you can't just step away and have it pass right over you. time is... weird. you can't go to it, you have to wait for it to come.
isn't that what we're all doing? waiting for another time? a time maybe when things are different or better or just a time when you're not alone. a lot of people like company, and not just the miserable people. but time can't be navigated independently. can it? i don't know. i just wonder, who knows where we'll be in the first three dimnsions in time?
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2005 2 January :: 7.17pm
:: Music: deftones - deathblow
salad fingers
for andy.
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2005 2 January :: 11.36am
:: Music: the strokes - soma
2005
Happy New Year, everybody.
my mom came back home last night and gave me my birthday present early: a digital camera. 3.2 megapixels, 4x digital zoom, video capabilities with complete audio (poor audio, but still). expect better pictures to come with my posts from now on.
i hope you all had a raving good new year's, i sure as hell did.
woo woo!
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2004 30 December :: 12.38am
:: Music: The Strokes - Take It or Leave It
ToTo-ology 102
Faygo is a highly toxic liquid that is fatal to the ToTo. If a ToTo imbibes said substance, its hoo-hoo will wither and die.
This is definitely fatal to a ToTo.
In case the punis gets tired or broken from overuse, a ToTo has multiple sexual organs. A ToTo is a multi-hoohooed subspecies, like an alien!
A ToTo is very sensitive to touch, but not to beating. You are much more likely to raise a ToTo's angry response by touching its hair than you are by slapping its ass. Hair-touching is a very sensual experience to a ToTo and shall not under any circumstances be undermined, elsewise a ToTo is known to scratch, bite, punch and kick in the balls. Though usually docile, adorable creatures, ToTos have been known to attack dogs. ToTos dislike dogs. ToTos dislike dogs very very much.
In a recent experiment, the ToTo has had DingDongs infiltrated into its diet. This has caused the ToTo great confusion and delight as it satisfies sweet taste buds and inflicts childish laughter at the hoo-hoo type nature of the name of this product.
The ToTo is notable for inventing more terms and phrases for sexual encounters than should be legally possible. Most prominent are hoo-hah and wiki-wiki.
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Much like the comic book heroes of old, the ToTo has a singular weakness that renders it incapable of eating OR hoo-hahing. This is the common household product that in layman speak is referred to as 'cheese'.
In conclusion, be careful of where you touch a ToTo and what you give it to eat and drink. To win a ToTo's favour, it is advisable to give your ToTo froghurt, Pepsi (not Coca Cola) or choclate custard. A ToTo will also take doughnuts from nice Catholic boys.
This is a ToTo, this is me. Take it or leave it. If you take it, take it all and if you leave it...
Save a ToTo. Screw abstinence.
Save a ToTo. Go on a diet.
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2004 27 December :: 11.37pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: morrissey - you are the quarry (album) thank you laurence, this one's my favourite
one of those days
here's a really sad day.
for the first time in a long time, i did NOT wake up at 4 this morning just to desperately try to get back to sleep only to finally fall asleep an hour at least later. i slept right through it all and woke up at five to my cat, licking my eyelids in protest, as if saying "hey, we've got a ritual here, you wake up at 4 and you're so bored and tired you brush me for half an hour, then feed me and clean my water. you can't sleep. wake up and carry on with our ritual." black bastard.
at 7 in the morning, i woke up to the sound of my mother, yelling over the phone, "i will not inform you or anyone else! if i feel like going to lebanon for new year's i damn well will!" she's going to lebanon for new year's. i think it's lebanon at least, she didn't say when i asked. but yeah, basically, i'm getting kicked out of the house on wednesday because that's when she's leaving.
at 10 in the morning, my brother woke me up. "fayoor, why aren't you in school?"
"it's right between christmas and new year's, why do you think i'm not school?"
"oh. go back to sleep, sis."
by then i couldn't go back to sleep, and so i got up and started working on lunch for the family. the phone rings and rings, but i don't answer, i never answer the house phone (ask andy). finally, it bugs me so much i pick up. it's my uncle waleed. his daughter diana is in the hospital again. she's got a fever of 40, blood PH 8.6, she literally cried herself unconscious.
noon, my boss calls and needs me in for an emergency. i tell her i'll be there as soon as i can. i'm already thinking, "emergency my ass".
at one, my mom is back home from work, i tell her about my boss and uncle waleed, and we decide we should probably go visit diana in the hospital. we have a brief lunch, i get dressed, and she drops me off at work while she gets some stuff from sultan (giant supermarket type place).
i get to work, and the big emergency is with contracts that i had printed out about two weeks ago. i show her that they were on her illiterate, good for nothing secretary's desk the whole time and sit down to type out a speech that i'd put off the last time i was there until my mother was done shopping and came to pick me up.
my mother absolutely has to go to the salon to get her eyebrows done, and i figure, what the hell, i could go for that too. so we do, and the women botches up my left eyebrow. great.
we're finally ready to go to the hospital, but first, let's stop by aunty badriya's and make sure she doesn't want to come along. guess what, she does want to come alone. so i jump into the backseat and try to get some sleep except my mom's playing a sermon by a saudi arabian bedouin really loudly.
we're at the hospital. diana's eyelids are literally purple and her lips and scarily blue because she hasn't stopped crying in hours. her mother, aunty alexandra, has also been crying, because the doctors don't know waht to do with her daughter. "she needs sodium bicarbonate!" she cries, "why can't they just give her the sodium bicarbonate?!"
when we drove my aunt badriya back to her house, my mother again just had to step inside for a minute to see 7asoon, my baby cousin. i spent 3 hours trying to be civil around fa6ma, the oldest cousin in that particular household, while she watched kuwaiti soccer games and flipped through the arabic music channels. i tried to fall asleep, but i couldn't.
we finally left and stopped by a bakery where my mom spends half an hour making a purchase. they didn't even have a doughnut i could munch on while i waited.
we left the bakery and just as we neared my house my mom pulls into city centre, the ghetto mothership of the city. she shops for 7ajj, i trail behind her, tired and sleepy. i just want to go home and collapse.
just to gild the lily, everytime i got in or out of the car i hit my head on the roof of the car. you do the math and tell me how many times that is.
and now that i'm back home, done with the dishes my brother left in the sink from when he had lunch, done with two piles of laundry, i can't fall asleep.
but that's ok because i got a phone call from shannon crying about how big bad myla hit her in the face. so i called myla, we had a nice talk, the end. if shannon thinks she's going to drag me into this shit, today of all days, she's even more stupid and more french than she seems.
i'm through. i don't feel like anything else for the rest of the night.
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2004 25 December :: 11.02pm
:: Music: radiohead - street spirit
love
it's amazing what you can forgive just by seeing a familiar, loved face. it's amazing what you can never forgive, just by seeing it happen right in front of you.
it's amazing what you can forget just by spending time reminding yourself why you loved someone. it's amazing what you can never forget because of how often it's rubbed into your face.
it's amazing what you can deny while looking into the eye of someone special. it's amazing what you can never deny to somebody you hate.
it's amazing how easy it is to fall in love with someone you hate. it's amazing how impossible it is to hate someone you love.
all in all, love is a pretty crazy thing, no matter how old it is. all in all, it's all just amazing.
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2004 24 December :: 5.51pm
:: Mood: *wiggles toes*
:: Music: deftones - hexagram
tangenting
you know that saying, "beauty moves mountains"? i like this one better:
"i don't need to be beautiful to move mountains, i'll just kick the mountain's ass if i want it to move."
my stepmom's sick today, so we didn't go to my dad's house. i called him to see if he and i could hang out together, sans the remainder of the bo3rikis, but he didn't pick up. i guess not.
on a more random note, how many of you have ever picked a pocket? laurence and andy, stay out of this, i know neither of you two ever has.
i had a bad dream last night about the milkman. his son, actually, to be more precise. andy, you ruined my life i hate you. i'm kidding i love you. bacher you go tyebeen hatha min hatha, ba3dain tsaween telephone, ok?
in case i don't see everyone else here that celebrates, merry christmas.
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2004 23 December :: 3.39pm
"the artist's soul is like a deer darting out in front of our philosophical car. in a moment of shock we swerve and wreck our car, the deer escapes unharmed and we need a new philosophy." - alex gray
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2004 23 December :: 7.57pm
:: Music: naruto intro from my brother's room.
the world's greatest lover...
didn't see this one coming...
| You are Don Juan From "Don Juan De Marco."
Woobaby! You are Don Juan - dark and handsome, and the world's greatest lover. Some people find you to be a bit insane (or is that insanely sexy?). While you may not be playing with all 52 cards, don't let that get you down - you're a true romantic at heart. |
Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!
but yeah, and THEN!
i go play naruto gektou ninja taisun 3.
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