Day: Just turned Wednesday
Time: 12:04
Location: Living room

(I have just discovered that the time which is displayed at the bottom of my posts is wrong. So if you don't want any more confusion in your lives ignore it.)

Well Today the Office idiot, completed the rough draft of a funding proposal (In English dat's just a begging letter) and she has done some filing...Aaaah, God bless brain dead office tasks, I love filing. :)
Whats that? i sound like I'm in a real good mood for someone with a real bad hair cut? it's not called a good mood, its called a temporary spell of boiterous-ness. Yes, Shakila and I launched into 'curiously animated' mode, in the office this afternoon. And if this sudden change from "This is NOT a career, I'm here for the money" American Gothic presenceless office presences, had rightfully raised a few eyebrows, we were too bussy wondering weather Beirut is located in Syria or Lebenon, to notice.

And yes, it is located in Lebenon. and yes Beirut Express is a restraunt, while Beirut Times, seems a more plausible job description for the Mr. Son of an embassidor, impressive cheekbones Beirut Express dude, who graced our grimm office about 3:00 pm-ish, and lightened the mood, merely by sitting cluelessly in the waiting area, across which Shakila was messing up her photocopying out of sheer excitment.

...Oh by the way, Shakila likes three spoons of sugar and a bit of milk, in her coffee. In spite of our air headed giggling, I was able to brew her the perfect cup.
What a glorious day for pipe-sized successes!

It looks crap. and it looks nothing like Hyde's hair style in the Hello video clip...don't bother clicking the temporary link under Click Me- my hair doesn't look a thing like that...or on second thoughts, check it out if you wanna see what it had aspired to be, but failed so miserably i the process. ...seen it? yeah, a bit ambitious aren't I?
Yet all in all, at times like this one appreciates more, what one often takes for granted, for instance: it has been unmistakeably demonstrated once again, through my ingenious ability to invent new ways of getting myself into crap and regretting it, that Islam, far from making life more difficult for people, makes life easier...and especially for the likes of me.
Alhamdullah, for the glorious invention that is the hijab! It has liberated women from the shame of bad hair days!

In a fit of madness and a desire to be freakishly unattractive I have chopped off all of my hair.
the back of my head is practically bald (not a sight you'd wanna see), and the rest is just real short...I kinda tried to make it Haido style (click the temporary link under Click Me) but just how much it came over is questionable...and although it looks kinda Rock-starish right now, how its gonna look after a bath is a mystery.
Well, at least one thing I can say for certain, is that Rapunzel is no more.

DIE RAPUNZEL, DIE! MUWA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!

..ehem...Thank You.

Imam Bayildi (the imam fainted) is a very popular turkish dish made of eggplant, which is plit down the middle, stuffed with mince meat, coverd with tomato sauce, then put into the oven. basically one might describe it as stuffed egg plant. it goes best with rice and is in fact very similar to another eggplant dish called Karni Yarik (its stomach is slit). So much so that I, who have been half Turkish fro 21 years, still cannot tell the difference between the two because they are prepared so smilarly and taste exactly the same.

YEAH, I KNOW THE BLOODY PICTURE IS MISSING! A POX O'YOUR INSOLENCE, I'M WORKING ON IT!

You know, if u completely missed the point of my last blogg as did my little sister, I would like to take this time to say, (and i have all the time in the world before 9:30 when I will be able to break my fast) that it was merely a classic example of what Shigure kun likes to call misdirected rage.

The Turks are in fact people who are strong and very endurable, while the Japanese are...well they do have some drastic methods of dealing with failiure. On the whole however, perhaps what many of us would find most agreeable is the Cypriot. for there is much wisdome in the ways of the Cypriot who is a fowl mouthed, glutonouos being and a true epicurean by nature. Here is what would happen if we were to subject a Cypriot to the same scenario as in the last blogg:

Scenario 3 is how a Cypriot would act in the face of misfortune

Ali is walking down the street in Ankara (what he's doing there I don't know but that's besides the point. what? why does he have to be in Ankara? because Ankara is a city which is located in a giant hole in Turkey and is full of holes everywhere; and hence, the best place to fall into one)...yes where was I before I was so rudely side tracked by unnecessary questions...oh yeah, Ali is walking down the street, and he trips and falls into a hole which the Electricity company, water company of Turkish Telecome just recently opened up...and ofcourse, as did Turkish Mehmet and Japanese Mehmet, he goes blind. His initial reaction to this is to curse "Gavole!" (translators note: this is a curse, with Greek origins, which implies a summoning of the Devil) "Kim kodu bu cukuru bura be?! kor oldum, Esek tepsin genleri!" (translation: Oi who put this hole here?! I've gone blind, may a donkey kick them!) And then Ali, still cursing under his breath, picks himself up, goes back home to Cyprus where he tells all his neighbours "Ne haller be, ne haller." (very bad translation: what situations man, what situations.) and has a big barbeque, and then roast lamb with potetoes the next day, and another barbeque the day after, and more roast lamb and potatoes the day after that.

I have just concluded that all Turks, and I don't mean to generalise, so not all, but all Modern day Turks, like the Turks of Today, the Turks u see at your local Turkish or Cypriot shop, the Turks who are arguing with the cashiere in fron of u at the bank, the Turks on the bus, sitting in the seats across the isle, the Turks at the airport on their way to Germany or Turkey, All the Turks in Germany, Turkey and all other parts of the world, alive right now, today.. and even the Turks in the office, who you have to sit and listen to, bickerring back and forth between themselves, about the icompetence of so and so or how such and such was swindelled, while ur trying to suss how to write a firgin proposal...yes all those Turks are a lot of miserable, pesimistic, hard to please, disenchanted nincumpoops, Who always have some qualm or something to complain about. This is because deep down, everyone of them are ashamed of what they are in comparrison to what their ancesstors were, so what they do is take it out on the inadequecy of life.

I mean, if the Japanese are a love-deprived nation with the highest rate of suicides in the world, Turks are simply a nation who has the potential of nocking them off theire place at the top of the 'countries that are going to the dogs' list, only, they have no age old notion of Hara-kiri, ingraned into their psychee.
Maybe if they had, they'd have been a bit more romantic at least...here I'll give u 2 scenarios:

Scenario 1 is how a Turkish guy would ordinarily react in the face of misfortune:

Mehmet is walking down a street in Ankara, trips and falls into a hole in the ground that the electricity company, water company or Turkish Telecome recently dug up, and goes blind (don't ask how, this kinda stuff always happens in Turkish movies), and he spends the rest of his life complaining that he is half a man.

scenario 2 is how a Turkish guy would react in the face of misfortune, if he was Japanese:

Mehmet (clad in Kimono) is walking down a street in Ankara, trips and falls into a hole in the ground that the electricity company, water company or Turkish Telecome recently dug up, and goes blind (don't ask how, this is my story), he promptly takes out his samurai sword and stabs himself in the stomach, so as not to face the dishonour of not being able to see.

Now which one's better...ha?

Day: Wednesday
Time: 18:29 ...(in English thats 6:29)
Location: Office

Today the Office Idiot has completed gathering data for an equality monitoring, and put them into lovely pie charts and bar charts of various different, and exciting colours! A glorious day for equality wary people!
For the record, today I do not look like a pansy girl, for I have challenged the stifling heat and worn my army boots to work. ..aaah, confidence is surely bliss. God bless the bloke responsible for comin up with unisex shoes, and rescuing women with brains, from having to endure the ridicule of teetirring about in stillethoe's, like their fellow sisters, who unfortunately are less fortunate in the brain department..though they may be more fortunate in other places. but then, that too is a matter of opinion really, don't u think?

OH, shakila is also finished. Must dash. Tallyhoo!

Location: still Office

I have come into work wearing Saimecan's red Skirt and my mom's Jesus Sandals, after realising this morning that I barely own any summer clothes.
Oh what a glorious glorious day for Goths! while my newrocks sit waiting for the cold spells of winter to grace this blasted country once again,I am having to dress like a panssy girl...
...this is so damaging :(

Oh I get it, this is my wardrobes way of telling me I need to go shopping right?...So what do I do? Well I turn arround and give it the finger offcourse! Me? Go shopping? Pshaw!

Location: Office

this site has been under construction for waaaay too long, with no sign f development. so I hereby declare that this site is no longer under construction it is complete. and if u no likey, TOUGH! I have run out of funds and patience to continue bugging my lil sis to fix it up for me. this is the best Elest can do.

oh yeah, i forgot: Fruits basket was delivered on Friday. YIPPEEE! ...sorry that sounded a bit flat...it was a delayed blogg reaction of excitment, and hence somewhat lacking in enthusiasm. At the time I was genuinely excited, I assure u.

My inspiration is being channeled in the wrong direction, and my stomach keeps growling. No its not trying to tell me I'm hungry, it just wanted to know if in Iceland they drive cars on the right or left side of the road. I told it, they didnt have cars in Iceland. So it asked me if they didnt have cars what did they drive there. and I said they didnt drive, they rode on raindeer and used sleds pulled by little African pigmees in green pyjamas and stupid looking wings sticking out the sides of their heads. and when it asked what the wings were for, I told it to shutup.

Ima get myself a drink...meanwhile here's a bit of dialogue from Fruits Basket- only coz I can't be bothered to write out a summary to justify my appreciation of a cartoon at age 21, for people who probably arent even gonna read it. you anime-phobes!

Shigure: Tohru, I'm a dog. Yuki here, he's a rat. Thats Kyo, don't let him scare you with his temper he's got a bit of a chip on his shoulder.
Tohru: so this is...normal?
Shigure: Well strange choice of words, but yes, our family has lived with this curse for generations. We turn into the twelve animals of the Zodiac-
Kyo: Grrrrrrr, (twitch twitch).
Shigure: Sorry, the twelve animals, plus the cat. Any way,whenever our bodies go under alot of stress, or when we're hugged by a member of the oposite sex, we transform. We change back eventually...the only problem is..
SFX: POOF! (FLUFFY SMOKE CLOUD)
Shigure: ...We're naked.
Tohru: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

No I havent fixed up the links and stuff yet. I can't be bothered, u gotta problem!? anyway, I been sitting here on the floor cushions wiv my laptop for about 4 or 5 hours now. the intention was to get some writing done. instead, I chatted away to 'vita detestabilis' and 'Kooky kitty', who was packing her life away in plastic bags. what are the odds of me ever finishing this thing? ok, dats not all too implausible, but what are the odds of me publishing? and guess what mommy said to me last night.
Mommy: Elest its 1:00 am go to bed.
Elest: ...
Mommy: Elest your gonna screw up ur eyes, come on ur tired as it is.
Elest: ...
Mommy: Elest, stop writing that there's gonna be a war soon any way.

Yes...I was feeling rather suicidal at this point.
Ok, im gonna try again now...wat i need is some inspiration...lets play something from Buddah Bar.

oh by the way, the reason why I am unhappy is not because Tas has flounced off to Dubai tonight. neither is it because I have nothing to wear to Farhanas wedding, nor the fact that I'm skint, or dying to get the hell outa this country and unable to go visit my dad, coz everything in our lives seems to be on the hold presently, so that i can't even book my tickets.

I am unhappy because my Fruits Basket DVD still hasn't come yet. Grrrrrr.

This page has been ugly for faaaar too long, construction or no construction; I can't wait for Saimecan to be hit by a stroke of genius and the necesary spell of creativity to finish my blog-spot, so I have taken matters into my own hands and found a straightforward, pleasant looking design and done it up ALL BY MY SELF! at first I thought it woould be temporary, but I'm now thinking I might keep it for longer, coz I'm starting to like it...not to mention the image, though blurry, features Fruits Basket (one of my fav. anime's...and thats a bit of info for those who are too ashamed of my interrests to confront the reality of what I currently enjoy watching. Injustice i tell u, injustice and intollerance. U don't hear me complaingin about other peoples OCT California what ever the crap have u, I prob got the name wrong, but u know what I mean.)
and speaking of Fruits Basket, THE SECOND VOLUME'S BEING RELEASED ON THE 7TH!!! and I'd orderred it from Amazon, ages ago..back in the good old days when I had money, so soon enough, I will wake up one of these mornings to the lovely sound of a package falling through the leter slit, and onto my threash-hold, and I will turn over in bed for another hour of sleep, with a huge smile on my face!
I'd love to give people an idea of what the show is about- in order to elliminate ur prejudices, derrived from what obviously seems rather childish due to the the stupid little boogy eyed Sailor Moon face on the girl in the middle...but its late now, so I shall go to bed, and do so in a later post.

And no, I'm afraid I haven't grown up much.

Location: still at bloody Imperial

Basu ni norimasu.
(get on the bus.)
Basu wo orimasu.
(get off the bus.)
Koko de tobako wo sutte mo ii desuka?
(can I smoke here?)
Tsugi no kado de hidari ni magatte massugu itte kudasai.
(turn left at the next corner and then go straigh please.)
Watashi no uchi de nani wo shiteimasuka sukebe san?
(what are you doing in my house mr. pervert?)
Watashi no mimi wo tabenai de kudasai.
(please don't eat my ears.)

Location: Imperial University library

No I am not at Hudens Uni to check out the cute Jap guys, of which there are many,(Shakila! dude! u gotta hang out here!) I am here to study for my Japanese exam, which is in approximately 20 hours time- u know thats not even a full day! thats 4 hours less than a full day! and I haven't done Jack till now!
SO why have I chosen Hudens uni, where there are many cute Jap guys, to study, of all places? I mean I can go to my uni right?

Well its simple; I had to come down here to pick up some BALLET TICKECTS FOR SWAN LAKE At THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL! (I can't tell u how I got them for free...its a secret.) So then after collecting them from the secretaries, i decided I'd study at the library, and save on travel time, instead of treaking all the way up to Kings.

But about the Ballet, I have 4 tickest now, and my family is currently 3 people and a half, (the half being the fat flat face persian) since Hudens in the Maldives, and since we can't take the cat to the Ballet, I have one spare ticket.
About an hour ago i invited Tas, and am still waiting for a reply. Maaaan, u'd think the girl would be a bit more enthusiastic, u know! sheesh.

AAAAAH ITS 14:46!

Ok, I will study now.

test run

forgive my lack of creativity