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:: 2004 19 November :: 11.13am

i wonder what it's like to be able to write about your day in a journal.

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:: 2004 15 November :: 3.23pm

if the thorn was merely in my side, i'd have ripped it out already.

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:: 2004 15 November :: 6.55am
:: Music: scorpions - new generation

spending the night at andy's

talking in the kitchen...

me: you remember last year around exams when i kept drawing naked women all over the place?
andy: yeah.
me: were they all too skinny?
andy: i don't know. i love drawing naked women. i think they're the most beautiful things in the world. i love naked women.
*two moms enter kitchen*
andy: this is not appropriate conversation...

i see something flying around the room...

me: there's something flying in your room
andy: ew *throws a hair brush at it*
me: hey! what if it was some maigcal fairy that's here to make all our dreams come true?

while talking about les mis...

andy: marius is a dick, i don't believe in him.
me: so... you don't believe in dicks?

after lunch...

andy: i'm hungry.
me: we just had lunch.
*both go silent*
andy: maybe we're in the twilight zone...

while andy reads some history thing

"In part under the influence of Marxism and in part inspired by the French Annales school, they insisted on studying history "from below".

come on, you don't have to be a toto to see how wrong that is.

just now:

andy: remember that thing i said, don't touch my mouse, don't touch my feet?
me: that's not funny.
andy: it was funny at the time.
me: but wasn't it like 6 30 in the morning? a lot of things are funny at 6 30 in the morning.
andy: no, it was when you were trying to play footsie with me.

talking to shamlawi on the phone:

shamlawi (on speaker phone): i can't believe there are racist people in the house of God.
me: there should be a sign on the door.
andy: "no assholes in the house of God."
shamlawi: i mean it's just sick, it's so...
andy: *starts playing mary had a little goonie thing with the keypad*

more madness to come. COME! *giggles*

and we'll think of more stuff later.

oh and p.s. andy's cat, luna, has a weird pee fetish.

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:: 2004 13 November :: 1.06am

we met a few billion years too late, i guess
danielle: oh that poor sweet girl, why can't she just have her man?
laurence: *sigh* je ne sais pas
danielle: it's not fair! stupid pangea! if it wouldn't have broken up, things would be a lot easier

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:: 2004 12 November :: 3.09pm
:: Music: dead or alive - you spin me right round

modern art
andy: look! it's a blue trash can! it's ART!

me: yes! and inside is a piece of GUM. it represents the YOUTH!

andy: the youth is wasted in the garbage!

me: and there's pink juice all over it!

andy: the BLOOD of the innocent!

modern art, ladies and gentlemen. there's nothing quite like it.

damien: so this girl chops the top part of her ear off, right?

me: what?!

damien: well she didn't actually chop it off herself, she had someone else do it for her.

me: why?

damien: it was a performance piece. it was art! she was proving a point on how the world is deaf.

me: that's just sick.

damian: so here's my thought. this lass cuts a bit of her ear off, and she's an artist. how come you got all buggered when i cut that tiny part of your ear off?

me: i didn't get paid to do it and the only point it proved was that you can't pierce a thing when you're wasted.

modern art is about something very special.

maymay: i think a tattoo is a form of art.

me: yours isn't.

maymay: why not?

me: it's a tattoo of your brother's name.

maymay: but it's on my ass, and that's a piece of art.

modern art is about expressing emotion.

sarah: lebanese people are all about honking, i can't go anywhere without the honking, it's ridiculous!

me: yeah i remember that being an annoyance for me.

sarah: why do they do it? is it like britney's art?

me: britney spears?

sarah: yeah.

me: how do you mean?

sarah: well it's just a lot of noise about being angry and horny. art, right?

modern art. can't live with it, can't get rid of it.

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:: 2004 10 November :: 7.07am
:: Mood: my head is about to spin off my neck and fly into
:: Music: fiona apple - please send me someone to love

attention sil vous plais!
this is being onlining partying in the honouring of your two favourite people. that's right, Laurence Anthony Vanden Boom and Fajer Khaled Ahmad Boarki. i forget what the occasion is, but party!

all are invited. AC, i know you're gonna read this in a couple hours, so i want you there especially because you and danielle just have to meet.

in the commenting portion of this post, people shall begin to agree on a time and things. i want to say woohu chat, but AC is sad like that.

msn might have to be the answer.

laurence, i know you're busy, but ORGANIZE MY DAMN PARTY!

i think i'm out of things to get people to do for me.

matrices transformations and translations test: i have no clue, like literally, no clue how i did. it was easy. too easy. i must have done something wrong.

TOEFLs: 237-293 (out of 300). not bad at all, eh? oh but there was this one part in the contract where it said "i shall not disclose any information to any persons or entities." persons or entities? like, don't tell foofoo and larry? or don't call up wayne on the phone, "hey wayne! you and murry will never guess what the essay question on my TOEFL was!"

monologue performance: she hated it. conway, chum-umha, hated it. "it's not personal, we're not learning about you, i see no real convictions in your performance, you sound like an earnest teenager." bitch. so i'm re-writing it this break.

college applications: i gave in a request for my transcript and have downloaded about seven college applications, with the help of my beloved faroo7a. uh-oh, and this is a big uh-oh. University of Pennsylvania, my long-shot, my ivy league dream, wants not one, not two, but three SAT II Subject Tests. ray (our college councelor) thinks i should take the math IIC, which is pure calculus, but i think i might take just the regular IC. he also recommends i take the writing test (i am not worried) and a science (i am very worried). science? science? physics was my ace-in-the-hole, physics was the only science i was good at, and young trampled that for me last year in IB Higher Level physics. science? what the hell am i suppsoed to take?! *freaks out* chemistry maybe? i could get help before-hand, but damn teachers won't do anything for free. especially young. bastard... i hate him. he ruined my GPA, my self-esteem and now he's ruining the remainder of my academic life.

GPA: so far in the semester, 3.77; not bad, but not good enough. *studies harder*

those are the highlights of my week. pretty sad, eh? i guess it could be worse. but it's not necessarily going to get better, either. for starters, my homework for arabic over the break is to write a paper on women's rights in marriage and islam. *grimaces*

now excuse me, there's a kofta in the oven that's not going to cook itself and a salad just waiting to be made.

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:: 2004 10 November :: 1.26am

buy time, don't lose it
okay, you know when you're suddenly hit with a great memory? that just happened to me.

who: me, jason, brianne, christina, jeff, elizabeth, kevin, and my cousins
what: dancing to "the reflex" by duran duran
when: september 4, 2004
where: patridge creek, the hall we went to for elizabeth & kevin's wedding reception
why: we've always had this joke about the song and i guess my sisters made this pact that they'd have it played at their weddings

oh may god, it was so much fun! *dances `80s style*

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:: 2004 8 November :: 2.23pm
:: Mood: appreciative
:: Music: b'jork - unravel

marriage

in words exchanged between a separated mother and her first lover, madison garths wrote:

Your company soothes my misery
Floating away in tobacco air
When, seven smoke rings later, I realize:
We're practically engaged and I'm married
Until death do my Love part

(from "Death of a Family")

in a conversation with kaileen on marriage, these words were exchanged:

bo3riki says:
so what happens if you lose all your rights as a US citizen?
Kaileen says:
then i shove uncomfortable stuff up bush's ass
bo3riki says:
noted. but what would you and mel do? would you ever consider divorce?
Kaileen says:
no way in hell. maybe i don't believe in the church, but i beleive in "until death do us part"... nothing's going to separate me from the woman i love but death

it's remarkable how my two favourite women think about marriage.

:: 2004 8 November :: 11.38am

letter to the writers
dear woohu friends,

you may notice a sudden influx of laurence comments on your journal entries. i apologize if this is overwhelming to your inboxes or brains, however, you must understand that i take full advantage of the little amount of commenting time i have. during the week, i do indeed have some time to read your delicious little updates, but commenting, however, is a very serious art to me -- especially when what you've written is thought-provoking -- so i do not have the necessary time to process your thoughts and mine in order to leave substantial commentary. this is why i haven't been able to comment on your entries on the actual day of their publications.

just wanted you all to know that i read, and that i love, and that i have not forgotten my fabulous amigos.

stay warm and sleep softly.

:: 2004 7 November :: 7.22am
:: Mood: mechanical yet inspired
:: Music: deftones - lotion

girl: where's my cab? i called it ages ago. aren't cabs supposed to come fast?

me: no.

girl: they are. cabs come fast. that's why they're cabs.

me: oh so that's what CAB stands for.

girl: what?

i was very tired by the end of the day. don't judge me.

i have work to do now.

p.s. thank you for inspiring me. just so you know, i picked up the pencil again.

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:: 2004 1 November :: 2.52pm

i wish i could make everything possible. i hope i can hold it together just for a few days. this is the ditch and all time low i've been waiting for and dreading.

this is me carrying my home on my shoulders.

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:: 2004 30 October :: 3.36pm
:: Mood: confused
:: Music: deftones - battle-axe

just a girl's eye
this is yasser arafat. the president of occupied palestine. he's having some health problems, but sadly, he's ok.

this man is a great leader. he supported saddam hussein during both his wars and turned a blind eye to his own people's suffering and misery for decades. ahhh... the makings of a true president.

this is Osama Bin Laden. head of a very prestigious and elite terrorist group driven by religious discrimination and mindless hate.

he is a truly great leader. he promotes the murder of innocents as a religious campaign and sells the idea that dying and killing a couple thousand other people along the way is a glorious thing that will get you into heaven. he promotes such important 21st century issues as racism, anti-semitism and the general hate of all that is different.

this is islam. it's a strange religion, based on mutual love and ethnic equality. it's a religion that oddly enough, values the human life. this is a religion that says "do not kill unless it is in self-defense" and "forbidden to you is another man's life, money and loved ones". so who are these men, standing there in all their earthly might, crying out "Allah is great!" when they do the very acts that He has damned?

what makes them right...

and the remainder of the 1.2 billion muslims wrong?

what makes you right...

and me wrong?

:: 2004 28 October :: 6.22pm
:: Mood: exhausted
:: Music: phil collins - another day in paradise

halloween
can i just say that this day started out as one of the hardest most cruel days in a long time and ended equally horrid? however, the meat, the in-between, was fantastic. i learned to do the time-warp!

first, i regreat to inform you all that there were no pictures of toto/fay(go)/erm... no that's all you call me.

i arrived there shortly before futoor and we were instructed to paint a witch face.

toto: there should be a buckle on her hat.
andy: what?! why?!
toto: it's a pioneer thing. that's when they burned all the witches.
andy: those were the puritans...
toto: so? they still had buckles!
andy: but not on their hats!
toto: ... i still say she should have a buckle on her hat.
andy: *exasperated*FINE!

oh and, did someone want the all-natural look of elijah from unbreakable?

anyhow. i inspected the decorations of the house and found what used to be a little boy hung in the window.

sandman seemed in an especially delighted mood. it must have been the ribbon.

that ribbon.

everyone was in costume! laurence, you're afraid of andy's dad? you didn't run into this all night.

although summer warmed up to him. that expression on her face? that was her going "terroreeeeest!"

barney and summer had a great time together.

then we tied up andy in summer's abaya. look at her facial expression, please!

did i mention we did the time warp? in this picture barney took, you can't see me cuz i'm on the far left. your left.

poor andy worked like a dog, cleaning spills and stains and things.

in the end, this is what she looked like.

we all had fun. i don't know why no one thought to take any pictures of me. not even me. but for your knowledge, i opted to go as the slutty catholic school girl part i've pulled off so well in the past. andy was very disapointed i didn't go as "edwardia", but alas. next time?

i guess that's the end.

oh and laurence! i ate doughnuts and thought of you.

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:: 2004 27 October :: 5.39pm
:: Mood: festive
:: Music: gargai3an oo gargai3an

gargai3an oo gargai3an
bait ig9ayir wir'maythan
3adat 3alaikom 9iyam
kil sina oo kil 3am
Allah y5ali DANIELLE
Allah y5alha lomha
3asa il bog3a mat5omha
wala twasi 3al'omha

salim waladhom y'allah
5ala lomah y'allah
salim LAURENCE y'allah
5ala lomah y'allah

Allah y5ali JOSEPH
Allah y5ala lomah
Allah y5ali JOSEPH
Allah y6awel 3omra

kil 3am wintaw b5air!

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traditional song for this time of lunar year. enjoy! it's called gargai3an, and it's like trick-or-treating. kids dress in traditional clothing and go from door to door. they sing these songs inserting the name of the children of the house, and in exchange get candy and things. if the house you go to doesn't ahve any candy to give, you say:

wees wees, fee baitkom ja3amees.

wees wees (ew ew), there's shit in your house. well, not shit, just manure. you get the idea.

it's like a kuwaiti halloween. it's fun! there's a song for girls and two songs for boys. which worked out great for my americans!

p.s. i needed a 2-syllable name so i expanded joe. i can't think of a single kuwaiti guy name with one syllable. the end.

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:: 2004 27 October :: 3.43pm

wow, i check my friends list and joe and danielle both seem rather volatile. can i offer anyone some cookies and milk? back massages?

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:: 2004 25 October :: 1.59pm
:: Mood: vulnerable
:: Music: manic - old song

cheesy song, but i can't stop listening to it
Can you undo the handcuffs, please? I need to go to the bathroom and run away.

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:: 2004 24 October :: 1.12pm
:: Mood: total mental meltdown
:: Music: music

i've got a total of 6750 words to write, 31 math questions to solve, three applications to compile and encode, among other things, but this is what i choose to do when my brain threatens to explode

you know what i love about radiohead? their individuality. i wish more people would realize how unique they are, how it's as much the presentation of their music as it is the songs themselves that make them what they are. you take a song like creep and you're left with nothing, you can't even see what an unusual theme the song has behind it (a boy in love with his teacher), but then you're given a song like the gloaming and you have to, have to, stop and wonder what it means.

you know what i love about rob zombie? his audacity. it blows me away everytime i put hellbilly deluxe on and listen to what this man, this forty-something year old man, is growling about. sex, politics, self gratification, hate-violence, it's mind boggling.

you know what i love about tool/a perfect circle? (before you jump down my throat about them being two totally separate things, i know, i just put them together because it's more about maynard than the rest of the bands) their eroticism. something about his voice makes things warm and slow so that it's hard to think clearly. there's something so hypnotic, so mesmerizing about the mood, the tone, the...

you know what i love about new found glory? their adaptivity. i'd rather listen to their cover of so-and-so than their original work any day, because i'm so fascinated by how they can take anything, anything, and make it their own, be it shania twain, bryan adams or britney spears.

you know what i love about interpol? their basslines. i wish i had an equalizer on this piece of crap stereo that i nicked off my dad when he moved out, but i don't, and i can't turn the bass up! i hate how in a lot of bands, the bass is totally disregarded as if it's not important, when bass is everything because it's... not sound. i love interpol because you can turn everything off and just listen to the bass and it's a whole independent song that can live on its own without anything else.

you know what i love about muse? the passion. i wish i knew someone that could sing like that, spill their blood and guts into their mouth so that when it comes out in words, it's this beautiful mass of raw human insides. he sings like an angel.

you know what i love about godsmack? their aggression. i wish i could channel all that hostility into this writhing beating sound so that it makes your head real hazy and your heart beat faster and you breathe harder and it's almost like - almost exactly like - ...

you know what i love about oasis? their calm. i wish all people had the ability to remain so cool and collected no matter what they were discussing, no matter what important lesson they were trying to hammer into your thick numb skull. it's alright if you don't understand, you don't even have to listen, but i won't get myself worked up over your ignorance.

you know what i love about apocalyptica? their romance. i wish we could all find this sort of great love and immerse ourselves in it, angrily, happily, sadly, desperately, but in the end, just love something so much it covers all those emotions anyway and it doesn't make a difference anymore.

you know what i love about distorted penguins? their persistence. their ability to just pick up and go on no matter what, their ability to keep laughing no matter what miserable stuff is going on.

deftones.

you know what i love about deftones?

the fact that no matter what i'm thinking, no matter what i feel, there's at least one song i can play at that moment that'll move me to tears.

i love deftones because they're everything.

then i love them more because they're more.

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:: 2004 23 October :: 8.09pm

You're Ava Adore! You little lovebird, you.
Obsessed with love and your lover, you're a
great song with some experimental techno stuff
and great lyrics.

Which Smashing Pumpkins song are you?
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:: 2004 20 October :: 7.47pm

december spawned a monster
i'm about as secure as a wet bandaid.

:: 2004 20 October :: 8.23am
:: Mood: grumpy
:: Music: bright eyes - waste of paint

hoo-hah

If you and I were alone in a room right now, what would we be doing?

Reply and then copy this into your Woohu and see what people want to do with you. I hope it's kinky.

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:: 2004 19 October :: 9.49pm

i expect 3 people to find this amusing

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:: 2004 18 October :: 3.30pm

yours, mine, and ours
i do not understand this phrase: "my people." it is used commonly by folks in saying, "the many hardships my people had to go through," or "my people do not get along with _____ [insert name of another "people"], and they never will."

"my people."

huh? you own human beings? they're yours? how is this? you come from the same gene pool, geographic location, or ideology, and therefore, you share something? you're a "people"? a group? isn't there a bigger picture here?

if i say, "my people," it will mean all of humanity.

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:: 2004 18 October :: 8.57pm
:: Mood: overcome
:: Music: oasis - wonderwall

today was gonna be the day
how great would it be to die of laughter? how wonderful would it be to laugh so hard it kills you?

what could be more incredible, more phenomenal, more exhilarating, more lifting than laughing so hard and so wild and so free that you have complete cardiac arrest and just... die?

wouldn't it be beautiful to die to music? wouldn't it be perfect to be so overcome by it that you just lock up and open up at the same time and you don't know whether to laugh or cry and finally just burst?

what could be more enlivening, more vitalizing, more thrilling than to love music so deeply and so insanely and so fanatically that it drowns out everything, and your head feels like it's floating in your own blood and you just... die?

how sweet would it be to die of art? how magical would it be to be so in awe of it that you feel failing and worthless that you just cry yourself to an early grave?

what could be more fulfilling, more gratifying, more elating than to want art so desperately, so urgently, so badly that you can only drop to your knees, grab your chest and... die?