I turned 22 today.

Hooray me. :)

Walking towards our cars after class today, Amethyst and I were discussing the assignment we have to hand in tomorrow. The conversation went something like this:

Amethyst: I don’t feel like reading the assigned reading for the response.
Me: I don’t either, and have you seen how many pages we’ve got to read?!
Amethyst: Yeah…
Me: I seriously don’t know how we’re going to do it! Plus, the text’s like teez el-namla (ant’s ass)!
Amethyst: *shoots me a look* You can’t be serious!
Sou: I am! The text is so ridiculously small it’s not funny…so yeah, ant’s ass.

By then Amethyst was almost levelled with the ground laughing. So yeah, I guess I coined a new term, insanely small text = teez el-namla. :)

Till next time world.

It’s 2:50 AM, and I have a strong urge to open the window and scream “KHARA! KHARA! KHARA!” at the top of my lungs.

This too shall pass - I hope.

Till next time world.

Finally done with my finals. I barely passed two out of six classes, and thanks to the crappy grades I got, my GPA plummeted - GRR! On the other hand, I got exceptionally good grades on the remaining four classes. A little balance never hurt anyone. :)

So I don’t really feel like writing about anything, because I’m still sick, tired, and bored out of my blooming mind. So I’ll fast forward to my favourite part of writing an entry: Leaving you with Satellite by Dave Matthews Band.

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Till next time world.

There’s nothing worse than being sick with the flu, on heaps on medication, under-slept, then going to university insanely early (7:15 AM) to find that your final isn’t at 8 AM, but at 4 PM. “Pissed off” doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. Grrrrrrrr!!!! Oh, to add insult to injury, today’s my last day of examinations and the beginning of my week-long summer vacation before starting the summer semester. Sucks to be me right now.

Leaving you with Ironic by Alanis Morissette.

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Till next time world.

I had a funny conversation with Sy two weeks ago, and I thought I’d share it with you…

Me: You know, you should really listen to Katy Perry’s latest single I Kissed a Girl; it’s the bee’s knees!
Sy: Oh yeah sure, rub it in why don’t you!
Me: *eyes widen* What the hell do you mean “rub it in”?! Don’t tell me you actually kissed a girl!
Sy: Umm…*gets slightly uncomfortable* Didn’t I tell you?
Me: *eyes almost fall out of sockets* NO! YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU KISSED A GIRL!
Sy: It was a dare..so it wasn’t anything serious.
Me: But you freaking kissed a girl. Right, you are aware you are a girl too, right?

We both stared at each other for a few seconds in uncomfortable silence, then ended up roaring in laughter.

On another note, I listened to Coldplay’s new album Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, and it wasn’t so bad…just different. I can’t wait till I own the physical album. There’s nothing like opening up the jewel case for the first time and flipping through the sleeve.

Leaving you with Madonna’s Get Together for reasons only myself and a selected few know. ;)

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I searched, I searched, I searched my whole life.
To find, find, find the secret.
But all I did was open up my eyes.
Baby we can do it,
We can do it all right.

Till next time world.

I’m different, get over it.
I’m brash - sometimes more often than is tolerated by others.

I’m the girl…
Who’ll never fit the caliber I am expected to, trust me.
You avoid because she’s too outspoken.
Who you call up when you’re feeling down.
Who isn’t afraid to laugh out loud.
Who has a sincere smile on her face most of the time.
Who isn’t afraid to tell you when you look like shit - truth hurts, but what the hell.
Who laughs at herself.
Who sings out loud in public.
Who’ll make whooshing noises while waving around an imaginary sword in public.
Who’s insanely far from “almost perfect”, and couldn’t be any prouder at the fact.
Who won’t worry herself over “what their bitter hearts are going to say.”

And you know what? I wouldn’t change for the world; I’d never give up on being who I am. And to think I was actually starting to doubt myself and who I was a person. Shame on me…shame on me.

In self-doubt, I always resort to The Middle by Jimmy Eat World.

Hey, you know they’re all the same.
You know you’re doing better on your own, so don’t buy in.
Live right now.
Yeah, just be yourself.
It doesn’t matter if it’s good enough for someone else.

Till next time world.

This morning started out like any other mundane morning. I woke up at 5:30 insanely cranky and dreading my final at 8. You know what, I’ll skip through the boring details.

After I was done with my final at 10:20, Amethyst and I decided to head out to Coffee Bean to meet up with D and Fz. A few minutes later, a man walked in who upon further observation (I’m calling it “observation” - shut up), so yeah, upon further observation, I realised he looked like Chris Martin, Coldplay’s frontman. I mentioned it to my friends and I said, “I totally want to go up to him and say he looks like Chris!” D, bless her heart, dared me to do it, which only sparked Fz to say, “Sou, I’ll give you 20 Dinars if you actually do it.” Seeing as my friends are absolutely insane (haha, look who’s talking!) I decided to brush the dares aside; the Chris Martin look-a-like was just having coffee and a muffin, why would I want to disrupt his peaceful breakfast?

With persistent pleas from Amethyst, D and Fz, I finally got up, marched over to the poor unsuspecting look-a-like, told him my friends and I thought he looked like Chris Martin. His reaction though was…well, hmm, I’m not sure, all he said was, “Okay, yeah thanks.” I then told him to enjoy the rest of his muffin, then I walked off. Yes ladies and gents, I did it. Oh, and I’m 20 Dinars richer, haha!

But wait, that wasn’t the end of it.

He came over to me and said that it’s funny I said he looked like Chris because his mother’s from the same town as Chris, and yes, he’s gotten the whole, “You look like Chris Martin from Coldplay” numerously. Oh, and I need to add, that the second he started talking to me, I gasped (shut up, I was shocked!) (A) I didn’t actually think he’d approach me. (B) I didn’t actually think he understood what I said about looking like Chris Martin. (C) His accent caught me off guard. I was too dumbstruck at the fact that he outdid my brashness (yes, shut up again), that all I could make out was a hint of Scottish, although I’m sure it wasn’t Scottish; oh well, whatever the hell it was, it sounded great. So our conversation ended with him saying, “Well yeah, if you want my autograph, I’m over there.” and he pointed at his seat. Cute.

Yeah, so if anyone knows Mr. Chris Martin Look-A-Like, do send him my regards, haha. :)

Leaving you with Coldplay’s 30 second Apple iTunes advert featuring Viva La Vida. (If you haven’t heard the full thing you’re missing out!!)

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I absolutely love-love the video, the colours are amazing; kind of makes me wish I had colourful clouds and sparks of light following me all over the place. :)

Till next time world.

Tagged by my partner in random crime, Amethyst.

These are the rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. State 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

Quirks:

1- I usually let the lyrics of a song speak on my behalf when I’m at a lost for words.

2- When my crave for Cherry Cola from Johnny Rockets hits, I’ll actually drive down to Marina to get one (I usually drag my bestie Soska).

3- I obsess over things quite easily.

4- The inner voice in my head (whenever I read) is in a Queen’s English accent (I have no idea how the hell that happened).

5- I sing at the top of my lungs while I drive, and I can get away with it now that headsets are obligatory while driving; it looks like I’m having a heated discussion.

6- I keep all my receipts and cinema tickets.

In alphabetical order, I tag:

Ananyah, GJoe, Kov, Operon, Rasha, Sharifo. (Late tag: Triple M)

Speaking of “quirks” and being quirky, I’ve been meaning to post a song by Robyn called Konichiwa Bitches. If quirky were personified, it would be Robyn!

Till next time world.

I finally understand why female literature students swoon over Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I haven’t read the book yet, but instead, I watched the 2005 adaptation starring Keira Knightly. Why haven’t I read the book yet? Simple. For the last three years I’ve struggled to read past the third page. I’ve even gone as far as getting the audio-book and trying to read while listening to the narrator, and that didn’t work either. Surprisingly though, I watched the entire movie last night without flinching from my seat, and I really, really, really liked the movie.

Who knows, maybe now that I’ve watched - and liked - the movie, I can probably read the book without feeling like burning it to a crisp. Finally my problem with Pride and Prejudice is partially solved!

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Till next time world.