Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Once Upon a December..

Last night, I had a good long post, peppered with blasphemy and swear words: a borderline rant I'd say. Blogger decided to shift things and my post is lost in the void now. Anyho, I'm glad about that. They always say wait until you're calm before talking, judging things (or however that saying goes).
I think Im going to finish part 1 of the second book tonight. Somehow I found myself nearly 3/4 into the book when I reached uni today. I didn't feel the long drive there at all. It really is the type of book that demands all your attention. I wish if I could leave everything and go with them. I've dealt with human trollocs so it can't be that hard for the well trained.
My heart aches for winter. I need rain, green grass. Cold, freezing weather. Snow. Maybe its weird, but my favorite two seasons are Autumn and Winter. I love spring and summer, but it's just not the same. It has nothing to do w/ the weather in this place of the world. I know each season has its own charm. Spring flirts with the soul like no other. But Autumn and winter are of a different world. They sing to me in a language no one understands. Old friends I will always miss. I may sound wacko, talking like this, but forgive me. I'm mourning my loss.
I can feel the cloud coming, in fact, it's already here. Instead of being terrified, I'm actually very ready. There was only one good outcome before, and so, I can count on that at least.
Ok, so who remembers the song in Anastasia? Once Upon a December..I can still hear it in my mind. I read the royal diaries version of her life story several years back, and maybe now I'll get an adult version of Russian History. When I finish uni, I'm going to sink, willingly, under all the history books I can find. Speaking of history, grandfather promised me a book. I'll have to remind him tomorrow ;p
Well, that's the end. The rest will be written in invisible ink (Enid blyton anyone?).

Saturday, November 24, 2007


"I love you as much as I love my mother" - that's what my six year old brother told me yesterday. Last week wasn't so good for me and I guess I was feeling down, but when he said that I felt so much better. Little kids are the best kind of therapy wAllah.
So this week I have two exams, a couple of meetings, my linear algebra project, submitting the first draft of my math edu project, and national day. I can't wait for the 29th. 5 pm to be exact. We'll have a four day weekend and that's certainly something to look forward to.
Fantasy. I can't believe I ever stopped reading this genre. True, its usually goes along these lines: a trek to find something/someone, add adventures and mystical creatures along the way. To make the suspense grow, let someone follow the heros, evil creatures that want what they have. So its all about the journey, the destination, the character growth. The Wheel of Time series is pretty interesting, altho I only finished book 1 so far. I like the writing style, the depth of characters, the details, the creativity, the everything. In love, you think? Jordan is pretty good, maybe if I read some more, I'll be able to really see if I can compare him to Tolkein.
I'm afraid to say I got more books this week. About 10. I am so ashamed of myself. I SAID I WONT. Where did my will power go to?
I went to this creative writing worksop in Magrudys on Tuesday, I only stayed for an hour, but I was mesmerized. I was so engrossed I thought I had spent 5 minutes there, the guy had a way with the audience. I guess him being an actor and a writer had a thing or two to do with that. I defintely want to go to more workshops like that.

I went to Mall of the Emirates with the club members last mon. We had to finish a project we had started with cafe ceramique A YEAR ago. I had been calling the cafe all summer and after asking my advisor to help me with them, they finally cooperated with us. I hate them, but I couldn't ignore the project since so many other people outside the club were involved. It took a lotta time and effort to deal with those folks but I hope that everything's resolved now. Apples are apparently a symbol of education, but because we had to use that symbol in various events, I got fed up with the fruit. So anyway, we always have 'discussions' about using apples in upcoming events in the college/club and I'm always the first one to say: NO..with 36 tiles to color I decided to give apples a chance. Last one.

I'm kind of tired and I have a ton of stuff to do, the main task being arranging my room. I might ditch everything and just sleep in my new red hello kitty pjs. Ah, zzz

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Auld Lang Syne

Who hasn't heard of the infamous 'Auld Lang Syne'? Robert Burns poem that is quoted in almost every book, movie and anime (yes, anime). The Japanese version of this song is called 'Hotaru no Hikari' (I recently found that out when I watched the drama that has the same title). Wiki says it's traditionally sung on the New Year's eve, but I know that it's also sung when finishing school (they do that in anime!) & when bidding farwell to a friend. It's a favorite of mine, the words never fail to give me goosebumps. I'm not sure, but I think I first read it in one of Alcott's books.You can read the original version in wiki's link. Without a doubt, the opening is my favorite part:
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
How many times have we promised, and been promised to be friends forever?

Monday, October 29, 2007

Reductio Ad Absurdum

"Reductio Ad Absurdum" *waves wand*
Yeah, I WISH!
It just means proving something by contradicting it. So, like prove that the contradiction is wrong and by that you're proving it's right. Yeah. Part of tomorrow's exam, sweet, huh?

So, as I was studying I noticed that there were quotes at the beginning of each section (I only noticed that, like, after the third or fourth secion, very observant, huh?) Anyway, the quotes were actually ineresting so I skimmed through the book to check the rest out and I found that a lot of them were quotes from 'Alice in Wonderland'. I read the abriged version of the book when I was a 6 year old, and mum got me the whole collection of Carroll's books when I was 11 (which I still haven't read). So anyway, seeing all those Alice quotes made me sure of ONE thing: Monsieur Caroll was a Mathematician. So I wiki-ed him. Naturally, since wiki is our generation's savior. I got a bunch of info about him: his real name is Charles and he was a mathematician. And apparently, "Alice in Wonderland" is full of refrences to all things mathematics.
Quotes that I liked:
It is not enough to have a good mind. The main thing is to use it.
- Rene Descartes
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
- Lewiss Careoll, Through the Looking Glass )
I wish if I could sleep now. (Shoot, I was actually tempted to write that out as an argument)

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Memento Mori

I've been thinking, when I turn 30 (inshaAlla) will I still be watching drama and anime? Would I hide that fact from people around me and see it as a guilty pleasure? Well, the actors in dramas nowadays are getting younger, which may be saying something about folks my age. This question of 'acting your age' is always going to plague me; when I was a kid, I always tried to be more mature about stuff, and in retrospect, I think I missed on some major 'kid' events because of that. I guess I just want to give each age it's due, and stay true to what I like without having other people's judgement cloud my own.
And yes, I'm finally happy that people always mistake my looks for that of a much younger person. I mean, I think I'll be happy if ppl tell me I look 22 when I'm 30 (I get "are you 14?" a lot, and I'm 21). I just hope that this 'looking younger' thing doesn't disappear now that I've finally come to terms with it.
I managed to "make the furniture run" - as my mum is fond of saying - in my room. I wasn't bored with the old places of things, but the room was getting untidy and I thought that since I was going to invest the time in tidying it up, I should just give it a new feel. I also forced the furniture in my younger brothers' room to "run".
I saw a pic of a bookcase that had all the books arranged color-wise. I'm tempted to do that in my bookcase as well, altho I'm worried I won't be able to find anything. I've tried alphabetically before, and didnt like that. I also tried arranging them size-wise, but that wasn't very practical. I have my books in genre-wise now, and each genre is arranged size-wise (and then alpha-wise, don't ask how, it's easy but hard to explain).
I really don't want to go back to sleep (been awake since 4 AM) and that's why I'm posting. I'll go shower in a while. Then do some useless stuff. Or useful.
I'm craving pizza right now. I used to really like pizza, but then I went through a phase where it was the only thing I ate, and that undying passion turned to pure hatred. It reached a point where the idea of eating a slice of pizza would have my stomach turn in disgust; I'd almost throw up. Now, I only eat our home-made pizzas, and like once in a blue moon. The idea of a greasy, margarita slice of pizza from pizza hut doesn't sound as disgusting as it used to, but I bet that by ftoor time I'd suddenly remember every single bad-tasting pizza I've ever had. So, yeah, no pizza for me.

Saturday, August 11, 2007


Whoa - nothing like a long road trip to tirgger a major migrane. My parents decided to visit Taif and a couple of villages close by, infamous for their 'barshoomy' (I'm at loss for the english name, but it's a fruit, prolly from the cactus familia). I finished the last pages of the book I was reading exactly 10 minutes into the trip (the whole thing was around 4 and a half hours). The trip wasn't that bad, the weather was actually decent, only it was..long. I guess it reminded me of the long way to uni. Maybe I can't stand road trips because of the uni! When I remember how I planned to read, listen to a tape, or kill time with my DS, on my way to uni and back home, I just feel like laughing at my naivete, so to speak. I mean, I had an 8-4 or 8-3 workday almost all last year, and to make things worse, I had to get out of the house by 6.40 latest to get a trucks-free passage to uni through the dxb bypass road. I'd spend the way to university trying to wake up, yep all 40 or 50 or 60 minutes of the way, depending on the traffic. The way back was usually spent in trying to order my arms to reach out and get my mobile out of the bag, because someone was phoning. I usually reached my mobile during the second time the person phoned; to me everything was happening in slow motion, and thus my body moved in eextrreeemely slow motion as well. I'm not complaining or whining, I'm just thankful I don't have to drive there every single day and back.
Now, don't you wish there was some sort of gadget that you could wear on your head or hands, and that would read the words you want to write and just write them for you? It would work as fast as your mind can think, and type everything down for you. Eh, I know I've always wished for that - sometimes I'd get an idea when I'm in the car or when I don't have any computer access. Writing with a pen and pencil is well, slow and I usually forget half the things by the time I finish scribbling my first sentence. Yes, I know that sounds bad - I'm lazy and getting even lazier and horribly spoilt by technology.
So the book I was reading is called 'Suite Francaise', I had gotten it several weeks ago, at the beginning of the summer but it lay untouched with a couple of other new books I had gotten. As I was trying to decide which books to get with me here, I picked Irene's book along a couple of others. I just finished it today; it was hard to get into, but once the first couple of chapters are over you'll find yourself bewitched by it. It unfolds like a movie, and what makes it even more theater-like is the many prespectives of the same thing you get to view. The author was killed by the germans before she had the chance to finish her book. She had intended it to be made of five parts, but she only got the chance to write the first two. There were a lot of interesting insights in the book about that war in particular (the second world war); a lot of things that could be said about any other war. It made me think of Palestine, of Iraq. War is war, almost the same, in every century: the piece of land is different, the reasons different. The ones that start the war it seems, are the ones that don't get hurt. At least, that's whats been happening in the last couple of wars. I wish we had taken this stuff in my history classes, instead of having to study the history of the kingdom for three years. When things get repetitive you just tune out, and anyway, it was never taught or learnt with much gusto. I wish we had taken a region every year and learnt in depth, gone to museums, seen things, read their literature, gotten to know the people of that region in a way. Sort of like my humanities class in univeristy. Having to memorize dates of birth, death, wars and truces; listing reasons, consequences and outcomes of events - sure, history is a lot to do with past, but we dont have to learn it in such a dead, boring way. History can be alive and fun. But trust our education system to kill even that.
I'm starving, will go order some food.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007


I think I signed out at 10.30 to go to sleep, was and still am pretty exhausted. Unfortunately for me tho, sleep decided to take a little holiday from me. Again. After seeing that it was completely useless to toss and turn anymore, I picked up a book that had arrived today. My bro was out and picked up my order from mags. One of the books was 'A Thousand Splendid Suns'. I'm already half-way through it; my verdict? S'marvellous. I dont know which'll come first now, sleep or the last page of the book. I'm betting the book.
(gosh, I hear sounds - house's getting old, creaking and croaking like a frog these days)

Saturday, May 19, 2007

The Samurai's Garden

Some books I had ordered finally arrived at Mags. I just can't wait to get them! Magrudys (& Borders) are my only saviors right now. My credit card just won't work! I've been trying to use it for like 8 months, and actually sent it to the incompetent bank for a 'check up'. Anyways, I'm going to email the director a lengthy email today telling him exactly what I think of his establishment and his great customer service. I'll close all my accounts in that back and switch to the one I usually use. Then, amazon will really be only a click away, inshaAlla.
I spent yesterday morning reading 'The Samurai's Garden' & I just couldn't stop till I reached the last page. I've read a book by the same author a couple of years ago and I remember that I had loved it. This is another great one. I liked the journal entries in the novel, and I loved how the story unfolded. And I absolutely fell for the wisdom in it. There's something that I will never forget. A girl was expected to commit seppuku in the book and couldn't, and then she runs away because she can't bear to let her family know how she dishonored them by living. Someone then tells her this: "It takes greater courage to live". And that really made me think about Bushido - the Samurai's Way. I mean, it used to be that they had to kill themselves when they dishonored their master in any way. I never thought of it as the easy way out, I always thought of it as they wanted us to believe. That it was the highest decree of restoring honor and obeying their master. But really, it is like running away. Bearing whatever the dishonorable deed is and facing life would have been really too arduous to even think of. I mean, imagine what it must be like for a samurai who not only dishonered his master, but didn't commit seppuku. Being shunned by people, having no clan or tribe, being a nothing, really. Living such a life would be deemed as useless, would be so depressing and agonizing that some might see it as punishment enough for any deed. Facing the problem, the people and trying to make things right if possible does take greater courage. I loved that line, it literally redifined Bushido in my mind.
Altho I enojoyed the book immensly, I think that the book I had previously read was of a much better style. I've become quite picky about writing styles now and sometimes I find that I can't complete a book because of it's lack of originality and deformed style. The samurai's garden isn't like that tho! Its inspirational.
I always manage to distract myself with books, gardening, movies when I have projects/finals. Eh, I guess it's inevitable.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Gilmore No More

So Gilmore Girls is over. Finito. I watched the season finale yesterday. What a series. I mean, it's the only series I ever watched from a - z. I actually spent several, maybe a hundred or so hours watching the show. I got caught up with Lorelai and Rory, related to lots of parts and enjoyed the refrences that were bound to be in each episode. It was a show after me own heart (I feel like a mother talking about her kid!). I loved Gilmore Girls ever since I first watched it; I was prolly around 15, and after flipping through the channels for hours I happened about one of the first eps of GG on America Plus. I liked it then, but never really got into it till I bought the dvds (One of the reasons I hate series is the looooong wait for eps and seasons to come out). Season seven was not what I had wanted it to be. It felt like a mexican show produced in Bollywood by an overzealous korean producer. They crammed a lot of useless stuff in it and gave it a jab or two in the wrong place. The last two episodes were probably the only good ones in the whole season 7 imo, and I totally loved the last scene. I wish things were definitely resolved though instead of having them up in the air, each to his/her own imagination. I was teasing two of my friends the other day, they're pretty hooked on 'Prison Break' and were moaning over something that had happened in the last ep they had seen. I told them that I never get that engrossed in a show. Guess I was wrong. I don't want to watch any other show now tho, cuz you never get what you want. The directors change, the writers kill people off and the producers butcher everything.
*sniffles* I won't be visiting spoilerfix anymore now - sad =(
Adios GG, it was great while it lasted.
(sends evil magical vibes to seventh season's writer - noob)

Saturday, April 21, 2007


Imagine my surprise when I read this article. It was one of things that were overdiscussed at my house when I was a kid. It really used to frustrate me that we had an available resource at our hands that could replace various other resources, but that no one was doing anything about it. Dad tried to tell me that the costs of having equipment made would be crippling amongst other things. I wish we had technology institutes here that would teach us how to make equipment like that and more. I don't see that wish happening anytime soon though; what with them cutting out the math and computer courses at my uni, then the day for paving the way for sophisticated technology would never come.
I just sat through a funny episode of Johnny Bravo with my 5 year old brother. His mother was making him see little Suzy (supposedly a shrink now) about his nightmares and he sprouts off this 'Johnny has problems with intimacy' - and I think he said commitment. I remember watching the show as a kid, but for the life of me I can't remember the things he said. I doubt my little bro understood much, but I finally found the show funny (I used to abhor the show).
I read 'Flowers for Algernon' a couple of weeks ago. I've had the book for nearly 2 years but didn't even try to peek at it. A novel that talks about genes should be one of the first things I devour; after all, I had wanted to major in genetic engineering. But I've been shying away from my passion, mainly because I didn't want to dream again about things that would never happen. Algernon woke me up, its one of the books that makes you wish you had read when you were younger. A question I once heard about blindness (what do you think is more painful: being born blind or becoming blind after an injury?) is mainly what the novel is about. Only substitute blindness with intelligence. After finishing the book, I had to make sure that it was merely fiction. I almost believed it.
I finally have a free weekend. I'm done with pretty much everything that was stressing me, and next week will be my last in teaching. I know more projects are lined up, but for now, I'm happy with how things are. And I only have 9 weeks of school left, something to look forward to.
Aim for the sun!

Monday, April 16, 2007

To Infinity and Beyond

Maple has always been on my black list. Ever since day one of our inevitable meeting, in one of my first math courses in the bless-ed zoo. Basically, I didn't like the fact that it did all the work. I felt like it robbed me of, and you may laugh/snort/stare here, the fun in math. I dabbled a bit with it only when forced and didn't try to dig for any more uses. That, I am happy to announce, is history. Twenty minutes ago, maple and I reconciled and are the best of friends now. We both share the dirty work, and the satisfaction of getting an answer right is distributed between us equally. I spent an hour trying to draw a couple of graphs by pencil and paper. They ignored me completely and just didn't want to be drawn. Maple v10.0 heroically stepped in and stopped me from flinging my book on some unsuspecting 11 pm freej walker. I have to admit it that I was near tears when I saw that my two paged scribblings lead to the right answer. That, I felt, was certainly an experience worth blogging about. It is not every day that I make friends out of long sworn enemies. Even if I fail my final tomorrow, I'll have the satisfaction of befriending maple to be happy about.
Oops. I shouldn't have said that. According to the 5 or so minutes I watched of 'The Secret', my last line sent out negative frequencies that would make my fear happen (yikes!). Apparently, the whole universe is just about attraction, and negative thoughts attract negative behavior/attitude. I would agree with that, but I wouldn't say that the universe was only about that. Kinda too extreme. Anyway, I can't judge, I've only watched a couple of minutes of this documentary. Will leave it for the weekend. Everyone had been talking about the video so I decided to nab it off a friend. Someone told me Opera talked about it. Not that I like her or her biased show. I honestly tried watching her show once or twice, but I couldn't stomach it. Her attitude in the show striked me as being forced and very artificial. I suffer when I have to talk to people like that in real life, so I wouldn't go out of my way to listen or watch something as phony as that.
Well, it's time to hit the books again. Maple, you'll help, won't you?

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Bookcount 07

I've been thinking about that 100 books per year conversation and decided to make it official. I dare myself to finish 100 books by March 2008 (inshaAlla). I'll list them in this post from time to time.

1) The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion.
2) Vintage Munro by Alice Munro.
3) Curious Minds by John Brockman.
4) Matters of Honor by Louis Begley.
5) Twilight by Stephanie Meyer.
6) New Moon by Stephanie Meyer.
7) The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri.
8) For One More Day by Mitch Albom.
9) The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards.
10) The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai (Started in 'o6 finished in 'o7).
11) Lucky by Alice Sebold.
12) Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes.
13) Love Story by Erich Segal.
14) The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel by Diane Setterfield.
15) Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen.
16) The Color Purlple by Alice Walker.
17) The Samurai's Garden by Gail Tsukiyama.
18) Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen (reread).
19) Model Behavior by Jay Mcinerney.
20) Bright Lights, Big City by Jay Mcinerney.
21) Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro.
22) A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini.
23) The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers.
24) Forever in Blue by Ann Brashares.
25) The Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri.
26) The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood.
27) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K.Rowling.
28) مجرد أنثى لسارة الخضير.
29) Size 12 is not Fat by Meg Cabot.
30) I Hate My Neck and other thoughts about being a Woman by Nora Ephron.
31) Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky.
32) A Sky So Close by Betool Khedairi.
33) The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls.
34) Charlotte's Web by E.B.White.
35) The Story of Zahra by Hanan Al-Shaykh.
36) Harvesting the Heart by Jodi Picoult.
37) The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje.
38) The Bone Doll's Twin by Lynn Flewelling.
39) Royal Diaries: Catherine; The Great Journey by Kristiana Gregory.
40) The Magician's Guild by Trudi Canavan.
41) The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan.
42) White Oleander by Janet Fitch.
43) The Hunt Begins by Robert Jordan.
44) The Great Hunt by Robert Jordan.
45) Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnecut.
46) The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan.
47) The Shadow Rising by Robert Jordan.
48) سلمى للدكتور غازي القصيبي.
49) The Fires of Heaven by Robert Jordan.
50) The Slow Moon by Elizabeth Cox.
51) The Watsons by Jane Austen.
52) The Lord of Chaos by Robert Jordan.
53) A Crown of Swords by Robert Jordan.
54) The Path of Daggers by Robert Jordan.
55) Shopaholic & Baby by Sophie Kinsella.
56) Diplomatic Baggage by Brigid Keenan.
Boy do I have a lot to catch up with.

Saturday, February 17, 2007


I need to pay a visit to the bookstore asap. Need files, folders, and pens. I also need an easel. I decided to stop art classes this sem, but unfortunately I can't stop my urges to dabble w/ paint. And of course, my head got inflated after I heard about what happened in the frame shop.
I watched 'The Family Stone' again last night. I remember watching it when it first came out, but I guess I had missed out on a lot of parts. Maybe because I kept forwarding when Sarah Jessica Parker would act all uptight and :: clears throat :: rigid. Her character just grated on my nerves, I have allergies from throat clearers now. I guess I missed the part where Everett asks Julie how a person knows that what they're doing was their choice and passion. As opposed to having chosen it because they were good at it or because ppl around them expected them to do so. I know I've always wondered about that, and I really do wanna know, how does a person know that? I don't usually like movies that feel like like overstuffed vine leaves (well, my taste buds don't like turkey all that much), but I liked this one. It had its cliches - the whole perfect matchmaking thing, but it definitely had some originality. Realistic aspects.
I read 'Lucky' a coupla days ago. I must say that style wise, 'The lovely Bones' was much better. Still, lucky sent chills down (& up) my spine. Her memoir of when she was raped at 18, it makes you wish things like these didn't exist in this world. There's a part in her memoir where an officer asks her what she was wearing, it reminded me of something I had once read. How victims are seen as the culprit in some cases. People actually blame the women sometimes when they're raped. Even if they were decently dressed. I dont know, is it because they're trying to understand what happened? That there must be a reason? So they blame the victim. It doesn't really say that in her memoir, but I know that this happens sometimes. The Lovely Bones and Lucky are both first person naratives. One is fictional the other a memoir. Both deal w/ harrowing tales that happened to girls. Things that could happen and have happened. You can talk to a rape victim, but you can't talk to a murder victim. In The Lovely Bones, the victim's talking, giving you details about how it happened, but really, when ppl are murdered, who knows how it really happened? Maybe the question is, who would want to know how it really happened.
I checked out a coupla books from the library the other day. Vintage Munro, Curious Minds (which is pretty interesting), This Boy's Life (I read about it in Lucky) & Teahcing with Fire (poems). I wonder if I'll ever read them. I used to gobble up books before, but lately, I've changed. I'm picky about books, and sometimes I can go for a long time w/o reading. I'm just glad I'm reading now. I missed it. I feel like I've found my best friend again.
Well, I gotta go get ready for karate now. Kia!

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Magical Thinking

I had to shut the book, take deep breaths, squint a bit and thank Allah a thousand times that the lights were off in the plane as I read The Year of Magical Thinking. Reading about death, the process of grief and mourning is no light matter and I cursed myself for chosing such a book to read in public. At first it wasn't so emotional, heck, maybe a bit boring, I might have even looked upon it as being a bit fake, but soon I got engrossed and couldn't put it down. Whenever my eyes decided to blur, I'd shut the book, promise myself that I won't read it till I get home and think of 'My favorite things' as Governess Maria would say. 'Course, that didn't work (finished the book and watched two & a half movies during the 6 hour flight + chatted w/ bro). It feels like Joan Didion is talking to you in person, and takes you along with her as she faces her challenges. It's one of those books that makes you think, weep and laugh. Raw. Wouldn't consider recommending it to everyone though.

I love trees. I love drawing them. Painting them. Taking pictures of them. I did a pastel drawing of an abstract tree last summer. It's probably the only drawing I actually like (of mine). Salzburg salutes!
Snow's already melted here which is a bummer. I liked how everything looked, covered in white. So relaxing to the eyes. Reviving.

I found 5 amazing books today. I don't know if I'll be able to read them before school starts, but I'll certainly try. I finished The Memory Keeper's Daugher today. Absolute page turner. I haven't felt like this in ages, but this book reminded me of how I used to be. I literally couldn't put it down and read it all over the city. This, I would defintely recommend to everyone.