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The Funk of Forty Thousand Years

2009-06-30T01:19:00.005+03:00

Hello.

I know it's old news by now, but this is my share.

Michael Jackson passed away. I must say I was quite shocked, although the news came in like a looming fog rather than a bolt of thunder, if you know what I mean. I was shocked because it had never occured to me that he would no longer exist. I mean, it's not like he was constantly mentioned or always on my mind and now he's gone or anything like that, it's just that I never thought Michael Jackson would die...just like that. I never really THOUGHT about it, I guess that's what I'm trying to say. And that was the saddest thing about it all really. That it happened so suddenly, so out of the blue. Alas! At least he left us all with music that is pure genius. Music through which he will live on. I hope my kids, if I ever have any, will one day listen to his records and appreciate them as much as I do.

Okay, enough of that. I've been watching some old TV shows from the 50's on YouTube, and they've sparked something big inside of me. A pleasure and a yearning for the past. The charm, the wit, the beauty, the talent, the politeness even...*sighhhh!* More on that in later post. Let this be a tease.

Music that I'm into right now:
La Roux. Her music's fresh yet very reminiscent of the 80's. This is her single "Bulletproof". If you like it go ahead and listen her other stuff. Pretty much all of it has the same vibe. Very catchy, dancey...perfect!

Enjoy,

And now...
I must be going.

Where is Neda's Vote?

2009-06-24T02:45:00.005+03:00

The shocking video and images of martyr and now symbol of freedom and human rights, not only in Iran but the whole world over, Neda Agha Soltan, are ones that bring turmoil into the mind and soul of everyone who views them. I feel shock, grief, anger, responsibility. They are images that will never be forgotten, that stand for so much more than just the horrible act that brought them into being. I don't want to get into politics now, it's just too early in the morning. But justice will be served...one way or the other...be it today, or tomorrow...Neda's voice, which resembles that of so many Iranians, shall not be silenced, but made louder by her passing.

"You can kill the people, but you cannot kill the voice."

Back

2009-06-17T15:08:00.005+03:00

Hello.

I haven't disappeared off of the face of the Earth, so I don't have a good excuse for not posting in ages. Ages being exactly 2 months and 3 days. And I can't say that nothing has been happening because plenty of things happened but I just...and at the risk of sounding like a selfish, un-dedicated b****, I just didn't feel like blogging.

Whenever that voice of reason crept by my ear and said, "F., your blog needs updating. Go and post something, it'll be good for you," I shunned it, and went on doing the mundane things that have become my life. Even when the voice started sounding like, "Look at what you've turned into! Your brain cells have decreased in both amount and size, now GO BLOG!!!" I wouldn't listen. It was like I was lulled; I was alive, but not quite living.

Something needed to happen. I won't say it has yet, but I feel it coming soon. It's as if I have been walking along this road in a deserted town. But I have finally reached the turn, the curve in the road. and I can't really see what's coming, but I shall welcome it with open arms when it comes because I need the change.

And in the wise words of some Christina Baldwin, "Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix."

To celebrate "the come-back" and to reinforce this idea of change and new beginnings, I might be changing my layout. I have my eye on one which is new but still has the same feel to it. We'll see how it goes.

The above ramblings have been tweeked and twisted to make reality seem more dramatic. Trust at your own risk.

AbdulWahab AlAwadhi Art Exhibition

2009-04-14T15:28:00.003+03:00

Boushahri Art Gallery cordially invites you to attend the opening ceremony of the art exhibition by Abdulwahab Al-Awadhi on Saturday, 18th of April 2009 @ 7:00 pm

Date:
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Time:
7:00pm - 9:00pm
Location:
Boushahri Art Gallery
Street:
Baghdad Street
City/Town:
Salmiya, Kuwait

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2009-04-12T17:09:00.002+03:00

Full-On Metamorphosis - Zwickau

2009-03-24T17:31:00.003+03:00

The Make-Your-Own-Album-Cover Tag:

(tagged by Amethyst)

The Rules:

STEP 1 - NAME OF YOUR ARTIST/BAND Go to “Wikipedia.com”, hit “Random Article” (or just click the following link) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first random Wikipedia article is “The name of your Artist/Band”.

STEP 2 - ALBUM NAME Go to “Quotationspage.com”, then click on “Random quotations” (or just click the following link) http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the “Title of your first album”.

STEP 3 - ALBUM ART Go to Flickr.com, click on “Explore”, then click on “The last seven days” (or just click the following link) http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

STEP 4 - PUT IT TOGETHER Crop the image to a square format. Use Photoshop or similar programs to put the text together in any way you like.

Here's mine:

I now pronounce the following bloggers: Eshda3wa and Moos ... TAGGED!

Flutter

2009-03-21T22:05:00.005+03:00

Crushing.

Over a boy that is.

A boy I might never actually meet. But still it feels amazing.

*SCREAMS A HAPPY SCREAM*

*Snaps out of it*

I am feeling really excited. Dancing and listening to music much more than before. Feeling like dressing up and looking good. Like doing something active. Going out. I'm being optimistic about the job. Wanting to go on a summer shopping spree. Craving cool pools and a good tan. The sound of the sun embracing by body and sizzling it into a deeper shade of copper. Copper. Lovely colour.

*Realises she hasn't really snapped out of it*

I wish my mother all the best. Allah y5aleeha lina inshallah wala ya7rimna minha.

Same goes out to all the mothers of the world. A mother is the root of everything.

Hugs and Kisses.

Shocking and Not So Shocking

2009-03-19T13:14:00.004+03:00

The inevitable finally happened. The parliament is now dissolved. By constitutional means.

The Emir has made a good decision, I believe...He's done his part, and it is now up to us, the people. It's in our hands to try and make change for the better. An end is always followed by a new beginning, so let's stay hopeful. But please, spread awareness about the necessity of making the "right" choice. If the same people end up in that Assembly...God, I wouldn't know what to say...This should be a wake up call. We have to seriously think about what's best, not only for us and for Kuwait now, but for the generations to come.

I'm so excited that I'll be eligible to elect this time around. It'll be my first time.

* * *

On to more shocking news.

I read today that talented actress Natasha Richardson died yesterday, at the age of 45, after suffering from a head injury while skiing. I read that she was hospitalized two days ago but I didn't think she would die. Poor thing. So unexpected. My condolences go to her husband Leam Neeson, her mother Vanessa Redgrave and the rest of her family, and to all her fans. She was a talented actress...

A Fruit Picker, A Missing Cat and Money in A Ditch

2009-03-16T10:45:00.006+03:00

I was scrolling through www.MSNBC.msn.com and came across some wierd news I thought was worhty of sharing:

*Woman mistaken for monkey, gets shot.
Apparantly she was trying to pick fruit from her neighbours tree and, hearing rustling in his yard, the neighbour shot at her thinking she was a monkey. She was hospitalized and suffered a wound to the abdomen but is now stable. This took place in Malaysia by the way.

*Sofa Surprise: Cat found inside $27 used couch.
Watching a baseball match in Washington, a man felt something move inside his newly bought used couch. Upon closer inspection he found that a cat had managed to climb in through a tiny whole underneath and gotten stuck. This explained the previously unexplained meowing his wife kept hearing, ever since they had bought the used couch from a nearby store. After some media exposure, a man came forth and claimed his cat Callie, who had gone missing at about the same time he donated his couch to the store. Poor thing.

*Teen gives away thousands in cash he found.
Ater finding a stash of cash in a ditch by the road, a 16 year old boy gave away $11,000 of the original $18,000 to fellow students and school aide. When questioned, he at first said the money was out of his allowance, but later confessed to police that he had found it in a ditch along with marijuana and a set of scales. The money was collected back from the students but the boy did not face charges. The police called him "a good kid" trying to help those in need. With a drug junkie's cash.

La Revolution Des Crabes

2009-02-18T22:24:00.003+03:00

Hello again. I don't normally publish a new post so soon after the last one, but I just watched a short film that I thought was absolutely fantastic. I had to share.

"Direcotr Arthur de Pins / France / 2003
Humorous and insightful animation about a blighted species of crabs." - YouTube

What do you make of this movie? What's the moral you take out of it?

Between You and Me

2009-02-18T19:51:00.002+03:00

As promised, here are a couple of pictures of the flag I made last week.

I watched a couple of episodes of this show that seems to be all the rage right now. It's called "Bayni O Baynkom" (Between You and Me) and it's aired on Flash TV, it's charismatic (or so they say) host is one "Bo Kharshad." Now I thought I'd raise a couple of questions regarding this trend that seems to be all the hype right now (yes there are others like this one on other channels.) It's basically a show with very little on the screen but the host ( I don't know whether they were trying to go for a minimalistic look, or perhaps their low budgets can provide for little more than just that...) and the host basically rants about negative issues going on in the country with a call coming in every now and then from a dedicated or amused viewer who either praises or makes fun of the said host. Now, why has there become this general tendency for us to just rant and complain about things? Sure, through this kind of behaviour we uncover the problems that we believe are being neglected, but I don't feel like these peoples' purposes are to bring change, I honestly believe they just want to rant. And why are viewers pulled in by this type of show? I seriously feel like I'm losing brain cells watching them. Try it, and tell me what you think. I feel like I know all this stuff already, and that what we really need are people who are willing to actually do something about these problems, rather than just act all concerned and rant about them on TV. We can all be doing something more useful with our time, like read a good book, go out for a walk, spend time making constructive chit-chat with family members, or better yet work do something that will make Kuwait a better place than it already is.

I'd like to hear your take on this. Post a comment.

Diary

2009-02-10T22:33:00.005+03:00

Hello. I've been feeling quite productive lately. I've been doing stuff instead of just sitting at my laptop all day. I've been reading more, that's one. I finished the second installment to the Twilight saga. I wonder what I'm gonna pick up next. I'm getting an urge to reread Wuthering Heights or Jane Eyre. Something eerie that'll match the strangely windy weather we're suddenly experiencing.

I've made some progress on my research. Nothing noteworthy, but progress nontheless. I hope I go through with it, and I hope it turns out good.

I spent a lot of time in the kitchen today. First I made muffins, with lovely pink frosting. I have to say, they weren't amazing, could have been better, but they were good still. I later made some pasta with a yummy turkey and tomato sauce. My hamsters (aka my wonderful family) could not abstain from commenting on the food. Dad wanted more sauce. Mom and sister said the pasta needed to be cooked more. Brother wanted no sauce at all. Anyway, I had fun, and I thought both dishes tasted fine. If I don't say so myself.

Many houses in town have put up flags and all celebrating the coming National and Liberation days. I felt like I wanted to join in with the celebrations so I made a collage of the Kuwaiti flag to put up somewhere. I cut up old magazines that I have absolutely no use for, and stuck shreds of black, green and red on a white polestirene slab. One that I also had no use for. I felt great afterwards because it looked good and I had recycled stuff that I could have just thrown out.

Last but not least, I got signed up in the elections listings (I'm not sure what they're called exactly.) Basically, you get added to the list of electors so you can vote next elections. If you're Kuwaiti and you're 20 years old, or older and not listed, visit your local police station with a copy of your nationality and civil ID, and get listed. It's easy, it won't take much of your time, and you'll be able to have a say in the future of your country soon.

I hope it's not long till I post again.

Androgynous

2009-01-31T17:46:00.004+03:00

Well...it's been busy lately but the fuss is over. Most probably to make time for more fuss. But that's life, isn't it?

After the prize giving ceremony for honours students, and after watching the video over and over again with the family...I felt so loved. So I just want to say this, for the record: I love you all so much, proud to be one of you. This is just the fruit of what you have sown. My success is your own. Thank you so very much.

(That read like an Oscar thank-you-speech. :P Got a little carried away!)

(Oh and the rhyming bit was completely unintentional. LOL.)

I'm happy to say that I have finally gotten round to work on something...research paper-wise. When it's done I might give you guys a glimpse. Let's just hope I stick to it all the way through. Keep reminding me.

I've accidentally come across a German band called Tokio Hotel. And you know how sometimes you say things, or you make rules for yourself, like in this case, "I do not like to listen to emo teenagers singing about how they secretly love that nobody understands them." Well, I sort of can't help it sometimes. I'm stuck especially on two of their songs. And I listen to both the English and German versions (I prefer the German ones though. P.S. I am really really good with languages...I speak 3 and comprehend 2 other ones...but German is one language I cannot seem to be able to get my head around. But still I like the songs.)

I couldn't find a better video. This is a live performance in Italy, and the singing's in English. The song is called Monsoon (Durch Den Monsun):

Tags: The Butterfly Award and Favourites.

2009-01-19T15:33:00.004+03:00

I humbly recieve this award for one of the coolest blogs visited by Borzaiga. Thank you.

Also, I was tagged by A Journal Entry. I hate "What's your favourite" type questions...They are so hard to answer because I don't usually have one ultimate favourite of thing of anything. You can probably see I'm getting nervous already. So bare with me.

Favourite colour: See?! I seriously don't have one.

Favourite getaway place: Bathroom? :P

Favourite perfume (guys): I love men's perfume in general.

Favourite perfume (girls): I don't have a favourite.

Favourite pj brand: Again. (What kind of question is that?!)

Favourite clothes brand in general: No particular one.

Favourite person in the entire world: Me!

Favourite country (not including your own): None.

Favourite car: Classics in general.

Favourite sport: No favourites. I like tennis, volleyball, diving.

Favourite sport player: He's not a favourite, but I like tennis pro Rafael Nadal.

Favourite spot in Kuwait: :/ Who makes these questions? I don't have a favourite spot.

Favourite animal: I don't like animals. But I like my pet cat.

Favourite movie: No favourites.

Favourite singer: No favourites.

Favourite day in the week: I like weekends most I think.

Favourite time of the day: :S Between 2:30 and 5:30 pm?

Favourite holiday season: Summer.

Favourite number: !

Favourite food: I like french fries. And soups.

Favourite chocolate: I don't know.

Favourite cartoon: Samurai Jack is pretty cool.

Favourite bloggers: The ones I follow I guess.

Favourite Flavour Ice Cream: Depends.

Favourite actress: No favourites.

Favourite nail colour and brand: No preference.

Favourite drink: Water.

That wasn't so bad. For me at least. Although I'd like to see what you guys thought after reading that list of boring nothingness...Sorry! Oh. And if you like the idea...and want to continue the list. Go ahead. Tag yourself.

Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

2009-01-10T18:36:00.004+03:00

So my sister left for school last night...she's probably still somewhere in the skies right now. I just want to say I love her so much, and I'm proud of her strength and will power. The last thing she whispered in my ear before heading towards the gate was to find myself a job already, which made be laugh despite my watery eyes.

It is about time...that I get a job. I've been unemployed since June...I'm just not sure about what I really want...I'm not sure where to start, or where to look...(this is your queue to spill encouraging and full-of-advice comments :P )

My dad thinks I should spend all this free time writing. "It's what you like doing, isn't it? And you've got all this time...use it before it's too late." Okay dad. I'll just have to grow inspiration seeds outside my window sill and everything'll be dandy.

We went to the carboot sale at AUK this morning. I loved the atmosphere...it was so...I don't know...get-togethery! The weather was beautiful, the spirit was fun, and there were some cool stuff on sale. We should definately have more activities like this in Kuwait. Way to go Marketing Club (organizers)!

Here's a GAP ad I really love. I love these two (Claire Danes and Patrick Wilson.)

Question: How many times did I say "love" in this post?

Good Times

2009-01-04T16:03:00.005+03:00

Hello everyone. It's been quite hectic lately with my sister back for the holidays and us trying to make the most out of her short visit. We went camping, had loads of fun with the family. We sang, danced, ate, played kids' games like "7ay Almeed." It was very cold. We played cherades and Uno till dawn. A Mcdonalds snack before going to bed.

That was last week. This weekend we went to the Khiran Resort. Again with the family. Again we danced, sang, ate, played ping-pong, bowling and air hockey...Again it was freezing cold. Again we stayed up till the morning, playing Truth or Dare...without the daring part. We celebrated my cousin's birthday and my parents anniversary on the 31st...then enjoyed a spectacular show of fireworks for the new year. I just love fireworks. They make me smile.

Anyway...I wish you all another year of love, of life, of laughter. I wish you all a happy new year.

Here's a very little piece I wrote while I was away...enjoy, and comment please:

At the 500M mark I sit. The cold wind pierces my skin like a thousand needles. The dark clouds invading the sky above, the sun forever trying to win back its place in the heavens. The sea an iron sheet of rippled steel, still but moving. At the 500M mark I sit. The quiet forces me to stay despite the ache that grips my bones because of the cold. The quiet intrigues me. It speaks to me, calm but tumultuous, silent but humming. At the 500M mark I sit.

My First Time

2008-12-24T12:12:00.005+03:00

I was anxious at first, almost afraid. Afraid of the unfamiliar. Afraid that I wouldn't be pleased, that I wouldn't like it and never want more of it. Indeed, I was treading new ground. It felt different, new, but really really interesting.

My first science-fiction experience proved to be anything but disappointing. I read Worlds Apart by Joe Haldeman and, thank God, I don't regret picking it up. Although it's part of a trilogy, I read it out of convenience (it's the only copy available at home...from back when my dad was in university) and I didn't feel like I was missing anything, so everything went fine. Like I said...I was a little hesitant to start science-fiction because, like with everything new, I was afraid I wouldn't like it...I was afraid that I pick up a bad book that would put me off the whole genre...

But Worlds Apart proved quite the opposite; it was easy to read, more or less a page-turner, and I must say, quite interesting...so I will hopefully be reading some more sci-fi in the future.

The novel picks up where its predecessor left off: after World War IV during which a bioweapon has killed all adults over the age of 20 on Earth. It follows two story-lines, first that of the heroine Marianne O'Hara, citizen of New New York, one of the last remaining artificial worlds orbiting Earth, who finds herself included in several missions back to Earth to help the juvenile savages that have become the entire population. Also, we follow the story of Jeff Hawkings, O'Hara's Earth-bound lover, who travels across Florida posing as the Healer, trading with the now feral children, providing medicine in return for power supplies that would help him contact New New York, which he isn't sure still exists.

Again, it was really interesting to get an insight of what someone thinks the future might hold. Overall, fantastic stuff! First, but definately not last.

Not Just an Ink Blot

2008-12-12T22:32:00.005+03:00

Visiting popular blog Confashions, an old passion of mine was revived.

Fashion illustration is a fabulous art that portrays fashion and beauty in a wonderful aesthetic form. One very talented fashion illustrator is David Downton, a british based artist with a magnificently simple style, almost minimalistic but still full of sophistication and beauty. A picture is worth a thousand words as they say so here are some of his works:

You Have The Right

2008-12-11T20:42:00.007+03:00

Because it is extremely important for each and every one of us to know what rights we have:

If everyone had all of these things...what kind of world would it be? Would it indeed become a utopia? Or would there still be struggle, hatred, prejudice and discrimination in the world?
Watching the film The Invasion a while back, I began thinking about how alien our world would become if we all got rid of our emotions. Ideally, a human race without emotion would mean that there would be no hatred, no fear, no greed or any other negative emotions that may cause conflict and war. But wouldn't that also get rid of happiness, love and all the other beautiful stuff we feel as well? Sure, we'd be a peaceful race but there wouldn't be any difference between us and, say, a bunch of vegetables...
Still...I'm not saying I'm against the universal declaration of human rights.

Maestro

2008-12-05T12:47:00.000+03:00

Fantastic stuff!

Back For More: Part III

2008-11-24T12:46:00.006+03:00

I was swept by the epidemic of disappearing bloggers, I admit it. But I'm back, after a major blogger's block, and with the help of a dear friend, with a third installment of a story I began writing in the summer. Here are the links to the previous parts:
Part I
Part II

Enjoy. And comment!

Things always get hectic when exams are approaching. Her room was a mess. So was her hair. The dishes needed washing. So did her hair. But everything could wait until after the exams were over. As much as she loved to have fun, passing was a priority. She sat at her cluttered desk and flipped through her notebook. She watched as the pages fell rapidly into place when she stopped where she had previously left a napkin.
He laid the last shirt and tucked it in neatly before snapping the suitcase shut. He'd be flying across the country tomorrow to start his new job at a huge business firm. He was excited but anxious. He sat on the edge of the bed and let his thoughts drift to her. They'd had a great time the few times they'd gone out, but they hadn't seen each other in weeks. Something about exams. He wanted to see her before he left, but he didn't want to push it. It was lucky enough that they had gone on seeing each other after the party, seeing as they were nothing alike.
She pulled out the napkin and turned it over. "I'm having a great time. Me too." They did have a great time. She remembered how she felt at ease when they were together. Like she could be herself with all her quirks and not have to worry about being judged. He accepted her as she was. She liked that about him. She also liked...She also had a final she had to study hard for. She didn't have time to dwell on some odd match she'd made on a whim at a party. Whatever it was that they were, it would probably never have worked out between them. He was really not her type. She tossed the napkin on an adjacent pile of paper and turned back to her notebook.
He flipped through his address book and found her number. He stared a while at it, then closed his eyes and tried to think clearly about what he really wanted. He had to at least say goodbye. He dialled the number and tugged at his collar for some air.
She had only just begun to digest the information she was reading when the phone rang.
He pressed the phone to his ear and cleared his throat.
"Hey, it's me. How are you?" "I'm okay...a little stressed." "Me too...Listen, I wanted to tell you something." "Yeah?" " I really don't understand this stuff about factorizing linear equations, could you maybe help me out?" "...Sure, Judy."
He blinked silently as he heard the busy tone line. He put down the phone. This was probably a sign that he should just let it go.

Lo Cor De La Plana

2008-11-02T16:26:00.003+03:00

Hello, everyone. Doesn't it seem like the blogosphere's been quite dead lately? Hmm, perhaps it's just me.

I'm sitting out on the window sill. It's cloudy, damp. It has been raining softly on and off all afternoon. The air is cool and the wind feels fresh. Lovely weather.

Today, I thought I might introduce you to a fantastic group of musicians. It is a group of 6 charming French musicians, who sing mostly a capella in a dying out dialect called Occitan, otherwise accompanied only by clapping hands, stamping feet and a few percusion instruments. Their name is Lo Cor De La Plana. I first encountered their captivating music at a small concert here in Kuwait. It was held at Mishref's AbdulAziz Hussain Theatre, and I remember bringing my little brother and my two sisters because I didn't want to go alone. We all did not regret going!

They say a picture's worth a thousand words...I wonder what they have to say about a video...enjoy!

This is them performing "Tant Deman" live (one of my favourites):

This is them performing live at a festival in Paris. They start a farandole (a festive dance):

Isn't it a wonderful setting to fall in love in? You find yourself holding a stranger's hand and then after a frenzy of kicking and turning and jumping you find that you don't want to let go...

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this post.

Cap ou Pas Cap?

2008-10-29T16:25:00.004+03:00

As advised by Nada, I got the awesome French movie Jeux D'enfants, and I watched it a couple of days ago. I absolutely love it.

A rom-com, starring Guillame Canet (who seemed awfully familiar, like really REALLY familiar...and I still can't figure out where I've seen him before!) and Marion Cotillard. The direction by Yann Samuell was very imaginative (reminded me of Science of Sleep [sorta] if any of you've watched that one.) It is a love story. And this is what brings me to todays DEBATE! :P Last time (Experience is Vital) it was pretty much just Nada and I discussing the issue at hand (and Moos adding a couple of really neat comments here and there too) so I urge you guys to join in this time.

Using her own words, Nada describes herself as being "emotionally crippled" and therefore enjoys love stories with not-so-happy endings. Stories that involve impossible love, love that leads to disaster, one-sided love...etc. She thinks Jeux D'enfants is that kind of movie. I watched it, and frankly, I think, that in the end, it is no different than any down-right mushy, lovey-dovey love story that exists on this planet. And that's why I loved it myself! The two protagonists are in love with each other but might not fully know it, they don't get together for different reasons, they live a "regular" (i.e. nothing special) life without each other for years...then they meet once more and choose never to go their seperate ways again (I am obviously over simplifying a great movie...watch it to get the big picture.) In what way is this love story different than your usual, let's say, Jane Austen type romance?

True, there's the whole issue of the "jeu" or the dare game that they play through-out the movie. But is that much different from the game of concealment that Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax play in Austen's Emma? (for example.)

Overall, highly recommended. Thanks to Nada for recommending it to me. Oh and sorry for the excessive use of brackets (or parenthesis, for those of you who prefer the American way of things!)

Singing in the Rain

2008-10-21T15:46:00.004+03:00

I was watching the National Assembly's first meeting today. As usual, they are voting on all the different committees and their members. Something struck me as bizarre and so I just want to comment on the MP's who choose not to vote on any article or committee or whatever they might be asked to vote for/against.

"Mumtani3."(I refuse to vote.)

Who came up with such an option?! What does it tell us when an MP refuses to state their opinion about a certain issue? What's the point of them being in the Assembly if they refuse to vote? They are basically refusing to make a difference, refusing to do their jobs! And what excuse could there be for this kind of behaviour other than the fact that they hope not to displease any party; neither their electors nor their fellow MP's or the governemt. Fear of being blamed for anything that might go wrong later on because of their decision...

If you strive to become a member of parliament, you are expected to have a certain line of thought, and when you get to the "green chair" you are supposed to fight for those beliefs which your electors chose you for (perhaps not in reality, but ideally speaking.) And so you are not doing your job when you sit there and you deny your right, your duty, when the time comes to make the decision.

*Sigh*

On a lighter note, here's a fantastic video for you. It's a commercial for a VW automobile. A remix (by Mint Royale) of the famous "Singing in the Rain" scene in which Gene Kelly is apparantly...poppin' it! Enjoy.

Here Comes the Sun

2008-10-14T15:57:00.004+03:00

She was tired of reading on the couch, and she had read in bed for too long she was starting to get worried about bed rash. So she decided to sit on the carpet, with her head resting on the sofa behind her. Very soon she realised that she loved this spot. It would be her new reading spot, the sunshine coming in from the large window behind her flooding the pages of the novel, and surrounding her with a lovely warmth.

***

She realised her book was not shining anymore. She put it down and stared at the carpet infront of her. Lying across it was a small rectangle of golden light. The carpet had stolen her sunshine. How good had I been to the carpet, she thought. Treading on it softly and never spilling anything on it, ever. And now, how rude of it to rob me of my sunshine. She snapped out of this reverie and looked back at the carpet, puzzled. The size of the sunshine had shrunken considerably so that it was now a mere strip of light. She watched as it continued to get smaller and smaller, until finally it was gone altogether.

***

She pushed her book aside and thought she'd write instead. The sun would be back tomorrow.