Day: 26 June 2005- Sunday(It's been a month since I turned 22. Still no significant occurance in my life, unless it somehow escaped my attention.)

Time: 15:22

Location: Bedroom.

Sounds: Polonaise...and Saimecan bickerring on about how when we were small and we were playing a game I'd tell her I was bored and leave at the most important part. She can be so begrudging sometimes...MAAAN, AND NOW SHE'S VACCUMING THE ROOM AT ME! She's seriously intent on ruining my music!

Smells: Cooking. It used to be lentills and rice but since my Great aunt and Grandmother came down and found their way into the kitchen, it's become a curious mixture of other things too.

Feelings: Pissed off at the stupid mosqiuto that bit me last night. Yes, still.

Aspirations: To sort out the family photo albums in the attic.

Long term aspirations: To acquire a very maniac smile. :) ...nah that didn't work, I need more practice.

Something meaningful: Apparently you have to starve a chicken for a day before you slaughter it. And apparently very enlightened Buddhist monks used to stop eating when they knew they were going to die. Now the question is; how do we know they weren't just starving themselves to death? ...Is this called scepticism, cynicism(AAH! Mom took the nuttella jar away, Iwas still gonna finger lick that!) or just disilusionment?

oh and also...I'm becoming more like my dad. and I need to go pee now.

meanwhile the strangest thing encounterred me the other day when I least expected it...




...As you will gather this p..ed me off very much, so this is what I did to it.

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/#110830722827025317

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So its not hard to fall when u float like a canon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage teach me to be shy,
Coz its not hard to fall, and i don't wanna scare her...
its not hard to fall, and i don't wanna lose her...
its not hard to crawl when you know that you just don't know.

-Damien Rice-

Day: A very deceptive Monday.
Time: 05:36 in the morning.
Place: Bedroom, in front of PC.
Sound: This really funky new Turkish band called Manga (yes, like the comic)- they're kinda dark rock and heavy metal mixed, and I've liked all their songs till now coz not a single one has been about that all time terribly rinsed cliche, love...yes, 'tis all very angsty and miserable :)
Occupation: Have non...MAN IT'S DA HOLIDAYs, WHAT U TRYING TO DO, PISS ME OFF?!
Immediate occupation: oh, downloading anime and blogging.
At 5:00 in the morning?: There is actually a very good reason for this, other than the fact that I may well be sad or losing sleep over something. You see after Fajr I had some cat errands to run- namely giving Dibby attention and waiting over him while he eats (he's very depressed you see and he's lost alot of weight...not to mention the Evil Siamese has been bullying him).
Other than that I do actually have a reason to be writing this...yes, for once I has something to say...ehem...drum roll please...Huden and Daoud had their nikah four days ago! Why am I yelling? ...yes I know this is old news for me by now, but it isn't for you! Thats why I'm Yelling! :) So now in the eyes of God my Siss-poo be married. And then there was much rejoicing, bible style. And yes they be very happy. And yes they be terribly in love. And oh shut up you foo'. ...ntch, idiot! Ok, thats it, I'm changing the subject coz this is turning into one of those self indulging- 'dear diary, today Mr. Rochester was ever so wicked to me. I do believe he is quite in love with my Rhododendrons.'
...yawn. maybe I should go back to bed. Yeah thats what I'll do, I'll come back to this later... oh, Sasha just logged in.