I turned all the lights out so that I could pretend it was later than it actually was.

Moving in took a lot longer than initially planned. And it's horrible piling all my stuff on one side of the room even though there's still no sign of an incoming roommate. How depressing.

But! It feels so good to have my own personal space. *looks around* I think I'm gonna like it here.

If only I could share it with the people I miss the most.

It's cold in here, there's no one left, and I wait for you

Funny. Everytime I get my emotional "feet" under me, my family shoots my fucking knee caps out. Then again, maybe it's not all that funny. Maybe you just have to be there.

Of my many fears, and there are indeed many, it seems the greatest of them is that which the majority of the world seeks. I fear love, so much that my inner self finds the concept not only a mere catastrophe to be avoided at all costs, but perpetually foreign and stagnantly repulsive.

I shudder to think that I may one day find myself trapped within the emotional circus my fellow people long for. My experiences in the past have left me skeptical of love and my once fervent search for it ended in absolute disappointment. What’s the use of looking for a needle in a haystack? Aren’t there a million others searching for that same needle? What distinguishes me from any of them, some more worthy than I, that I out of all of them would be the one to find it?

Best to roll around in the hay and laugh at myself; have childish fun. Who knows what’s to prevent the needle pricking me on the way down? Per chance someone will find it caught in my hair and, daringly, reach out to show me that I have found it, that it has been in my hair all along and that lesser fears, such as my fierce avoidance of those who would search my hair for love, have blinded me to it.

And all it took was someone to reach out and pluck it, hand it to me and smile.

Is that Brittany Murphy in the video?

Honey, I'm home.

Feeling good and looking semi-ok.

My headache is dull and my stomachache is fixable and I'm done reading Hitchhiker's Guide and it is funny.

Also, Danielle, I found Reading Lolita in Tehran in Dubai and bought it immediately, although I won't have time to read it for a while. Do encourage me though.

I also found The Rule of Four, which is described as "Da Vinci Code for people with brains" so I like it already.

Movies, movies, movies. Big Fish, Snatch and Gia. All beautiful, some funny and Gia, which I just got done watching, so so sad. I cried. Really.

The plane ride home was interesting. I was sitting next to a girl named Muneera, who didn't like anything I liked and was a generally unpleasant and negatively-disposed person.

And, I met a young father named Hassani at the airport. He was also travelling alone, and was eager to show someone the picture of his new-born daughter, whose name I can't pronounce (it's African). He thought my reading material was too old for me. I agreed. For some reason, it made him laugh, and this is the part where he showed me his kid's photo.

I like that it was a relaxing end to a hectic trip. Somewhere between my aunt being robbed of over half a million dollars' worth of watches and jewelery, my other aunt's divorce, my cousin's wedding and my extreme apathy to most of these occurences, I needed a vacation.

I did manage, however, to steal my cousin Ahmad, the funniest person in my life right now, to go register for my classes. My schedule so far looks like this:

DESI201: Basic principles of 2D design (I seem to have neglected to inform them that I already finished 3D design in my Computer Assisted Design class.)

UNIV101: The University Experience (I know, what the hell is that?)

ENGL101: Composition and Rhetoric (I heard the professor for this course is tough. I'm totally excited.)

DESI204: Freehand drawing I (Uh-oh.)

My fifth course was supposed to be DESI203: Colour Theory, but the only section that isn't already full clashes with my entire schedule, so I'm going to need to sort that out some time soon.

Classes start Spetember 4th. Meep.

After I was done registering Ahmad took me to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Oh. My. God.

Khalas, take me home.

Sooooo, what's new with you?

Well, I'm off to Abu Dhabi for the wedding.

See you in a couple of weeks.

So I was in Zara when...


last piece, my size, and it's awrinj. i got the message, foofoo.

on other news, look what i found!

http://www.crusadingotter.co.uk/Mr._Fingers.mp3

it's a song about salad fingers! no joke!
want lyrics?
Read more..

oh and i got heat stroke and passed out in the middle of subway!

luckily, barney was there... to drop me.

I just had the funniest conversation of my life with my brother discussing breast implants, hair removal and cigarettes.

*wipes happy tears*

I think once every three or four years you have a laugh this great. I'll cherish this time always.

Yup, it's official.

I'm addicted to Bleach.

ne andy, recognise this?
I was patrolling a Pachinko
Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone
Hanging out with insects under ducting
The C.I.A was on the phone
Well, such is life

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair, oh

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

For the Zapatistas I'll rob my sisters
Of all the curtain and lace

Down at the bauxite mine
You get your own uniform
Have lunchtimes off
Take a monorail to your home

Checkmate, baby
God bless us and our home
Where ever we roam
Now take us home, flaquito

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

note: sorry, it wasn't *mummble mummble mummble* SEX. it was something about "intersect".