Friday, December 19, 2008

Mumbo Jumbo

It's great being back. Got back last friday, bumped into my aunt at the airport (she had just gotten back from hajj), and spent a somewhat bumbling busy week since.

Just a couple of more days before we start a new year. It's funny how time just flies by you. Where are all those seconds, minutes and hours going? I was never a new-year-resolution-making kinda girl. Whenever I had something I wanted to work on, I just plonked it on my to-do list. Sometimes things got scratched off, whilst other times they just sat there, staring at me from my to-do list. An angry frown on their faces, but oh well, some things are never meant to be.
This year, I'll make a list tho. Maybe it'll work?
I have been watching BBC Food religiously for quite some time now, trying out their recipes every now and then, and recently I got Nigella's cookbook. I tried several things and was quite happy with the results. I'm not a huge, adoring brownie fan, but I like them just fine. I seem, tho, to have perfected the art of eating them, rather than making 'em cuz I have tried seeeveral recipes over the past years and they all end in one of three:
1)- Swirly grey smoke inviting the nostrils to make a hasty visit to the kitchen (circa 2002, burnt to a crisp, but I'm happy to say that the kitchen was unharmed contrary to first impressions).
2)- Use of wrong baking pans (circa 2004, I used a much smaller one than needed and for some reason the thing was unbakeable, stubborn to all those extra minutes I stuck it in the oven).
3)- Strict adherence to recipe rules, but ultimate failure all the same (circa 1999-present, now tell me, why is that?)
So you can probably understand my feelings of imminent failure at the end result of my brownie baking yesterday. Miraclously tho, the brownies turned out great. I had to leave them an extra 7 minutes (7, no more, no less) and they are being eaten sporadically by the members of this esteemed household. I'm quite proud of my brownie achievement. A round of applause, please?
Baking has some bad ass therapeutic effects. All that beating, folding and mixing gives one a great opportunity in talking to I. And if you're angry, why, you can just forget about the electric mixer and do all the mixing manually. Just make sure not to cause a whirlwind and splatter dough all over the place. Mothers wouldn't be too pleased about that.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Yet More Books

So, yes, I got yet another copy of Anne of Green Gables. I just couldn't help myself, and although my friend did sincerely try to stop me, I'm afraid she wasn't very succesful. I can't wait to read all the Anne books again. You see, I don't have my old Anne books anymore; I lent them to someone a couple of years ago, but I don't know who! Of course, it doesn't matter much since I practically know them word for word. I ordered the series again from amazon and I have to make the crisp new pages fit in with my well worn favorites.
I've been having very weird dreams lately. As soon as I wake up, all I see is a fleeting image of what had been going on in dreamland; I don't quite remember what the dream was. Sort of like having a word at the tip of your tongue and then loosing it. School, uni, exams, falling..black and white pictures throb in my brain in the few seconds between opening my eyes and actually being awake. I suppose it's the time of the year when I usually have to go to the zoo and maybe that's why the recurrent dreams still make an appearance. Probably also, the transition to a working girl status - one that hasn't been confirmed yet - is taking up more of my thoughts than I thought.
I made a deal with myself. I am not going to worry and fret if I don't get a job. Afterall, sooner or later, they will need a math teacher, and they will let me know (inshaAlla). In the meantime, I am going to laze around like I fully deserve to. I can't recall having a week to myself in the past 5 years! Not one week where I could sleep till 10 (yes, 10 AM, Im usually up by 7/8 by force or choice). First it was moving here, changing schools, and living a nightmare of a 12th grade. If it wasn't school work, it was the uni's club work, or my own million extra curricular activities, or of course, the several courses I sign up for at the Ladies club. It's true that I'm mostly to blame for that, but when you feel like you're in a race with time, you start being afraid of never having the time to do things you like and you start piling everthing you can think of in a mere 24 hours. The only thing I really want to do in the upcoming 6 months is to enroll in a quran school. I have been saying I would, but their timing was wrong for me before and I never looked for another one. This time hopefully, I'll finally do it and get back to my memorising. Be2thenAllah.
Besides, if my internship taught me anything it's that being a teacher is going to completely drain me of all my energy and leave me panting with a negative 1000 energy level. Now, tell me, is that something to look forward to after years of constantly being on the move? Those poor old souls at the ministry probably took pity on me, and said they'd give me a sem off to regain my diesel. They can always call me by the second semester and if they don't do that then, they will find a very disgruntled math teacher sprouting off obscene math formulas at their door by January 09.

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Some Zzzs

It is the mark of old age when a person finds himself embarking on a nostalgic journey upon learning it was his birthday. Indeed, the fact that the person had not realized it was his birthday tells us much about said person's grey cells. Or shall we say, what remains of them.

"I am sixteen, going on seventeen" The Sound of Music has always been a fav of mine. Too bad those lyrics don't quite work out for 21 and 22. Yes, I'm getting old. I turned 22 today. Maybe from now on, I'll just forget all about my birthday (like I need any help with that, I was so engrossed in getting the capstone ready I didnt realize that it was my b-day till I saw my friend's msg).
One more day, and uni will be my home no more. I have a final on Sunday, and hopefully, I'll be travelling on the same day (evening). I'll have a month to myself, no activities, no commitments, no practice, no nothing. It's strange thinking about a month of nothingness, I usually have at least one or two things I have to rush over to. I'll make the most of it inshaAlla, I want to have fun, relax and just avoid commitments and deadlines for a while.
As for the rest of summer, I have a job teaching karate again. I have no idea why I agreed to it, but let's hope it goes along fine. I sent my CV to a place that needed teachers for the summer, and maybe I'll get lucky. So basically my plans for July/August are:
- Work at the Club.
- Start the level 3 German courses.
- Get back to all my past activities: karate, figure skating, tennis.
- WATCH ANIME: I need to get reaquainted with this ol' pal.
- Read!
- Job hunt.
- Submit the paper work for my masters.
- Have Fun.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Graduation Day

The day finally arrived. After four years of uni, I finally graduated. I'm not quite sure what to say. I'm just overwhelmed with so many feelings - and at the same time, my mind doesn't really want to believe that I've actually finished. A part of me thinks that come september '08, I would find myself lugging my laptop bag and math books and enter the zoo yet again.
The ceremony was awesome. It's true I didn't get the chance to wear a real cap and gown, but the wonderful blue sashes were pretty rad. Throughout the event, I kept thinkng of how many graduations I had MC-ed, of how many I had planned along with the college and how many I had seen. This time, it was my graduation party. And yet, I wanted to dash out of my chair and stand with the rest of the club girls and pretend I was hosting this event yet again.
My graduation speech. I've always wanted to be the graduate speaker and jumped at the chance when they asked me. This time however, I was giving a speech in Arabic, and as I sat there in the auditorium, I cursed myself for agreeing to do it. I know everyone feels a tad nervous, it's only normal, but I was going to recite a poem. I knew I had to say it 'artistically' so to speak, and wasn't sure I could pull that off.
I had to change schools seven times, in four different countries. The mothership was the only place I had spent 4 consecutive years in. Will I miss it? I already do.
I'm not going to spend the rest of this post lamenting my loss. Those four years had their ups and downs, they seemed too long at some point, and now they feel like they passed in a blink. I had never intended to enter the zoo and you can say I changed my mind from the uni of my choice on a whim. Impulsive even, perhaps. I knew no one on day 1, but I made great friends along the way, and I only hope that we remain friends.
And Tinker-bell, you have no idea how much you being there meant to me! I would have completely understood if you hadn't been able to make it, and yet you came. I'm so glad I met you, and I have you to thank for - for introducing me to the EducationClub. That club was my savior on so many occasions. It was hard to part w/ the club, but in my mind, you, me, and the gang will always be club members. Thanks Tinks for everything -- I hope we always remain friends.
To end on a different note. It's true that I graduated, but I still have one more final to go. Yes, in this place we have our cake before baking it. I still have one more day at dear mothership, June 8th. Then, they'll grab me by my abaya, swing me around and hurl me all the way back to sharjah.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Last Minute

For the past 2 and a half years, I've worked with the college very closely on various events. Most times I'd be overworked already since I've always taken 6-7 courses per semester, but being a part of the college community had been a priority. I was willing to take risks, when I probably shouldn't have. I felt exhausted, yes-all the time, but also felt satisfied at some level. I felt like I was doing something. Working with them was a learning experience, and it was what some would call professional development. Today however, for the first time, I regreted all the hard work I put in. Sometimes, it only takes one person to sway other's opinion. Maybe later on, I'll get 'logical' again, and be fair about this. But I was pretty disappointed with them today. They let me down. But, why am I not so surprised?
We handed in our first draft of the project on thursday, but it seems we still have to do a bita tinkering w/ the study. We should be done by tonight. I can't wait to get done w/ this. Then I'll have time to work on my other tres interessant projects. How delightful.
Children of Men definitely needs to be read. It took me ages to finish this book. Granted, it's not the type of book I usually read. Sci-fi, futuristic, and that's not my style. Lately however, I've found myself liking these kinda books. Perhaps, I never gave them a chance before. Or maybe the sci-fi book I read ages ago (all I remember is that it was about aliens) put me off them. I started A Golden Age today and it seems quite interesting. Historical Fiction has always been a favorite genre.

Friday, May 16, 2008

'Rithmetic

Two months and a half, 10 weeks, 70 days - I finally finished my internship. This post is a week late, I finished last week on the 8th. No more waking up at 5.40 am to get to school on time. No more correcting endless exercise books and no more teaching. At least for a while. Truth is, I was counting the days till the very end. I couldn't wait to finish my internship. I didn't expect to miss the school and my students, perhaps because I didn't really bond w/ them all that much. But in reality, I do miss them. I miss my students peeking in the teacher's lounge to see how my hair looked under my sheila. I miss the students that would suddenly just hug me in the middle of the hall. And I definitely miss those students that were always so eager to have yet another math class.
I never told my students that I was an intern, mainly because I thought their teacher had already told them that. It seems tho, that they thought that I was a regular teacher employed at their school all along. Maybe it was wrong, but I didn't tell them I was leaving them either - when I gave them their presents however, they realized that "Ms, are you leaving us?" "why are you leaving us?" "But I thought you were going to teach us next year!". The last week I was there was a revision week and the teacher usually combines all three classes in one room. I swear to God, as soon as I told them I was leaving for uni, 74 students just suddenly jumped on me. I could barely breath, let alone move, and it happened that I had the class to myself that day. So there was no help. Somehow I managed to give them their presents, give a short speech about how good they were and what I expected of them, and then get them to their classes. Just as I was sitting down in the teacher's lounge, I found a troop of escaped fifth graders around my desk. Apparently, they wanted my autograph. They also wanted a promise from me to come teach them "as soon as you finish uni".
Did I do a great job at teaching? I don't really know. I know I tried my best, but there were so many things I wanted to try, that were on my to-do list. And they just remained there, on my list, and that's partly because my mentor wouldn't let me try them out. I don't really blame her now, after all, she had 3 classes to herself before I came along. And she did have a full math curriculum that she had to complete by the end of May. Her teaching philosophy is different from mine, and perhaps that's why she couldn't accept some of my strategies. I have no doubt that my students would forget their intern teacher in no time, but as a teacher, I know I will always remember my first full time teaching experience, my internship.

Finishing the internship draws me a stop closer to my graduation, something I'm in denial of. Yes, I, of course, want to graduate, but things are happening too fast for me. I want to gulp in all the details and truthfully make the most of this final semester. Am I getting too nostalgic and senile? I most certainly am.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

A little bit of Rain in my life

2 more days and I'll be an intern no more. It's kind of boring going to school now since we've finished the curriculum and all we're doing is revising. I was kind of looking forward to the revision part cuz I wanted to try out some games/strategies I had read about. Of course, that wasn't possible since my mentor takes a very traditional view on revision. I don't think the girls are really paying attention tho, and it's kind of sad that some of them weren't even paying attention the first time round. In the future, I think, I'll do some mix and match - traditional teaching does have it perks, but introducing other interactive ways to revise the material would be an added bonus.

To be completely honest tho, I wonder if any 'fun' strategies would work during revision - these things require students that actually study, and that know the topics. With the staggering amount of topics students in upper elementary take during the school year, I have no illusions about how much they would actually remember. Espicially given the fact that most students do not study.

In other news (yes finally, something non-teaching, non-education related) I've been reading. Reading one of the most boring, most disappointing books ever. It's kind of sad that the only good thing I have to say about it, is that I love the title "Eat, pray and love". Somehow I made it to the middle (the praying part) and I'm hoping I'll get through it. I don't like leaving books unfinished (I do it a lot tho, always promising myself to finish them 'later'). The other book I'm reading is "Children of Men" (the movie was out a while back), and although I'm only a couple of chapters in, I've been really enjoying it. I have to admit I like these kinds of books (dare I say they're bordering on sci-fi?).
I'm always very grateful after an exceptionally surprising visit from my dear chum, migraine. As a student, skipping school isn't that big of a deal, besides, it is the only way I can cope w/ the recurring headaches. But I've been worried about how it would be when I start working. Yesterday I woke up with my brain just pulsing, but I decided to go to work anyways. I took my pills and nearly took a u-turn 10 minutes away from the school (I had been on the road for 1 hr, and I guess the ride just made it worse). Somehow I made it to my classes and because it was revision week, the day was shorter (ends at 12.50). Effort wise, I probably didn't give 40% of what I usually give, but I'm glad I went. Even tho it meant that I spent the whole day afterwards trying to sleep the migrain off, and taking more pills. I would probably not be able to go to work if I get worse cases of mirgaines, but at least I know I could somehow manage throughout the day. And I could think ahead of time and always have some activities on hand for such days, like independent group activities or use the time for the students to catch up on their work, peer tutoring, anything that would actually help students w/o much involvement from me.

I baked a banana chocolate cake the other day. My bros liked it, but next time I do it, I will definitely try and make it look more acceptable. I had a spot of trouble when adding the icing, the sour cream I used wasn't the kind that I usually get, so maybe that's why it was a bit too liquidy/runny. Or maybe I should have left it on the fire for 5 more minutes or so.





Saturday, March 29, 2008

Bookcount 08

To a year of good books!

1)- The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold.
2)- In the Country of Men by Hisham Matar.
3)- Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.
4)- The Children of Men by P.D.James.
5)- A Golden Age by Tahmima Anam.
6)- The Sound of Butterflies by Rachael King.
7)- Every Boy's Got One by Meg Cabot.
8)- Snow Flower & the Secret Fan by Lisa See.
9)- The Secrets of A Fire King: Stories by Kim Edwards.
10)- The Inimitable Jeeves by P G Wodehouse.
11)- The Madonnas of Leningrad by Debra Dean.
12)- An Accomplished Woman by Jude Morgan.
13)- The Septembers of Shiraz by Dalia Sofer.
14)- Bonjour Tritesse by Francoise Sagan.
15)- Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons.
16)- First Love by Ivan Turgenev.
17)- The Road by Cormac McCarthy.
18)- A Good School by Richard Yates.
19)- Hardboiled and Hard Luck by Banana Yoshomoto.
20)- Our Former Lives in Art by Jennifer Davis.
21)- LeBal By Irene Nemirovsky.
22)- David Golder by Irene Nemirovsky.
23)- Boy Meets Girl by Meg Cabot.
24)- Fire in the Blood by Irene Neirovsky.
25)- House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus II.
26)- Moloka'i by Alan Brennert.
27)- The Cleft by Doris Lessing.
28)- We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver.
29)- The Blood of Flowers by Anita Amirrezvani.
30)- The Pact by Jodi Picoult.
31)- The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch.
32)- An Uncommon Reader: A Novella by Alan Bennett.
33)- Overcoming Math Anxiety by Sheila Tobias.
34)- Uglies by Scott Westerfeld.
35)- Pretties by Scott Westerfeld.
36)- أرز باللبن لشخصين لرحلب بسام.
37)- Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney.
38)- Specials by Scott Westerfeld.
39)- Extras by Scott Westerfeld.
40)- Miss Pettigrew lives for a Day by Winifred Watson.
41)- The Making of a Marchioness by Frances Hodgsen Burnett.
42)- Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones.
43)- طموحات أنثى لوفاء شلبي.
44)- Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coehlo.
45)- Brilliant Memory by Tony Buzan.
46)- Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons.
47)- The Courilof Affair by Irene Nemirovsky.
48)- Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O'Neill.
49)- When Madeline was young by Jane Hamilton.
50)- The Virgin and the Gypsy by D.H.Lawrence.
51)- Lesley Castle by Jane Austen.
52)- تاكسي لخالد الخميسي.
53)- The Guy Next Door by Meg Cabot.
54)- Queen of Babble by Meg Cabot.
55)- Aunts aren't Gentlemen by P.G.Wodehouse.
56)- Queen of Babble in the Big City by Meg Cabot.
57)- Queen of Babble gets Hitched by Meg Cabot.
58)- Gilead by Marilynne Robinson.
59)- Diary of a Provincial Lady by E. M. Delafield.
60)- Fresh off the Boat by Melissa De La Cruz.
61)- The Visible World by Mark Slouka.
62)- Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin.
63)- That Summer by Sarah Dessen.
64)- A Teardrop on the Cheek of Time by Diane Preston.
65)- Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto.
66)- Royal Diaries: Jahnara, Princess of Princesses by Kathryn Lasky.
67)- The Bridges to Madison County by Robert James Waller.
68)- True Confessions of a Hollywood Starlet by Lola Douglas.
69)- She Went All the Way by Meg Cabot.
70)- More Confessions of a Hollywood Starlet by Lola Douglas.
71)- Cotillion by Georgette Heyer.
72)- Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen.
73)- Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet.

On Books


Well, I just finished the final chapter of "Diplomatic Baggage". I have tried to stretch it like nylon leggin's, but it can't be stretched any further. The book is positively delicious, and not just because reading about the many adventures the author had was interesting, but also, and mainly, because of the humour that punctuated every couple of pages. I read the book, not for political insights, just for the sheer pleasure of reading something light, fun and airy again. I haven't been reading much lately, but this book has definitely sparked my interest in gobbling up books again. It's such a short read unfortunately, I wish there were more chapters.
I horribly failed that 100 book challenge, as you can see, today marks a year and I've only managed 56 books. I read once that a person reads 50 books on average per year, so I haven't really challenged myself at all. Anyway, I will see how many books I'll be able to read this year.
Hm, I seem to be big on posts these days. I suppose it has nothing to do with the papers and books piled on my desk and every other flat surface in my room.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Tabula Rasa

It's time for knuckle crackin'. Time for muscle flexin'. Time for teeth barring. You hear the ear shattering fighting yowl? It's time people. Time to be a Teacher, cross your ts and dot your is and js from now on, for I shall don my black rimmed spectacles and play the part. Now that I know which school I'm going to (a model elementary and middle gov school in dubai), and know which grade I'm going to teach (all the grade five sections, I think they're four or five altogether), I feel somewhat calmer than before. My heart has stopped going 320km per second (its more like 220km/sec) and I actually feel eager to start. Very much so. I was hoping to teach grade 7 or 8, but I'm still happy with what they gave me. It'll be my first time teaching (or being in) a government school, but I'm glad they didn't put me in some private school. I've already taught in two private schools before, plus, they do say that government teachers are more qualified (they don't just employ anyone - you have to have an edu background). So far, I only have one tiny complaint: the school day starts at 7.30 and ends at 2.15. That means I prolly have to leave the house at 6.20. It's not so bad I suppose, it's just that I've been somewhat spoilt last sem with classes that started at 9am. Oh! and they've made some sort of community blog for us zoo students and we are supposed to be posting our reflections thru the blog/commenting instead of using blackboard or regular email. I like the idea.

My capstone. I don't know how I'm going to work on that and do my internship work at the same time. I didn't join the 14 member group, but I'm still in a group. We're 4 girls, all math students - I feel comfortable working with this group so I have no worries there. I know I said I wanted to do something on my own, but our supervisor told us that there was no time for individual work. There are only two other groups working on their capstones besides us and they both have 12-14 members, so 4 is actually pretty decent compared to that.
In other, non school news: My sit spin! Ok, ok, it's not complete yet, but I asked my coach for tips on Tuesday and for once she gave me her full, undivided attention. I can get really low now, and the spin's centered. What I need to work on is getting up from my spin w/o going on my toe and straightening my extended leg (it wraps itself on my basic leg which makes me fall either flat on my face or to the side).
I had a day off last week so I went to Magrudys. I was planning on getting some tweed wool to make this shawl I saw. Unfortunately they only had one ball of the wool I wanted and I need 17 balls. I placed an order for more wool and decided that it couldn't hurt if I just popped in the books section. "Eat, Pray & Love" was one of the books I got. I couldn't decide if it were one of those extrememly superficial, phony books that sneak on the bestseller's list or an authentic kindred soul. There was only one way to figure that out and that was by r-e-a-d-i-n-g it.
I made two batches of monte carlo biscuits the other day. I didn't have the ingredients for the cream so they seem more like cookies now. Add another fork smudge and they would almost look like peanut butter cookies.

Friday, February 08, 2008

In Memory



Books have always been a part of my life - I can't remember a time when I didn't read or was being read to. True friends, compadres in arms, saviors. I've been tidying up my room and bookshelves when I decided to visit some childhood favorites. I've given away most of my childhood books - but I still have some stored in my little brothers' study. I was looking for my old hardcover copies of Mallory Towers and St.Clare's but couldn't find them (They used to air the anime adaptation of the twins at St.Clare's here ). I was such a fan of Enid Blyton books - the secret seven, famous five, the short stories about goblins and elves. I could go on; sometimes I wish if I could read now as much as I used to. There's so much I want to read, so much I need to read, but there never seems enough time.
Ever since they changed the weekend to Friday-Saturday, I've found that Fridays lost their air of gloom. Fridays used to be so depressing, so unbearable (because we had school the day after), but now they seem pretty good in comparison. Almost cheerful.
In memory of old friends, old acquaintances. In memory of a Friday I won't forget. In memory of childhood memories and childhood friends that are no more.
My last weekend of the holidays - school starts in a mere 2 days. I wonder how many surprises this last semester has for me. Hopefully good surprises only. Last Term at the Ship of the Desert - I want it to have the midnight feasts, the pranks, the achievments of Mallory Towers and St.Clares.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Sun in a Jar

I got sunburnt today. My arms are bright red and feel like they have heat trapped under the skin. I guess four hours and a half under the sun would do that to ya. We had the tennis 'fun' day today, and altho the weather was windy, the sun decided to pay us her respects. Thank God I had the mind to get a cap w/ me, tho my cheeks are a bit sunburnt as well. I've never had the urge to soak up UV rays so this is a first for me - I can't say I'd do it again. Not very comfortable if you know what I mean.

I was rooting thru my boxes yesterday when I came across some notes I had when I was in 3rd grade. Apparantly, I wanted to be a teacher back then; and get this, I used to think I was best at math. It's kind of funny now, since I don't even remember ever wanting that.
One last week and then I'll be heading to the mother ship. My sched is decent me thinks, but it'll only last for 4 or 5 weeks and then I'll be chucked at some school in dubai. I haven't given my capstone project much thought, I'm still waiting to dream up my project. Wouldn't that just be great?
I'm no where near perfect, but it irks me beyond belief to see people diss others or talk about others' shortcomings when they themselves engage in the same actions. Is it some psychological thing? they hate that in themselves, deny it, and see it in other people? I hope I never ever do that.
In other news, I got my brown belt in karate today. I'm happy el7mdilla; been enjoying karate more than a couple of months ago lately. Although I still yearn for the days when I had just started the sports - when you're doing something you love with close friends it's just different I guess. And altho I haven't seen the karate gang of yore in some time (well, ever since I moved here, except for one of the girls), I know some of them have continued on. One is actually a karate sensei - I met up with herher last summer. She came to dxb for a tournament. Those days were honestly the best. Two moved abroad for university and one is a med student and practices during summer. I wonder where we'll all be in ten years time.



Some caricatures I found in that box along with my notes. The bespectackled fellow was my 12th grade english teacher and the other was the physics. 12th grade - a bus from the school I went to passed by our car today. Although I only went to that school for a year, I don't think I'll ever forget it. Scarred for life I'm afraid. Speaking of which, almost everything I owned before 12th grade was shoved in huge, black garbage bags. Soveiners, trinkets, letters, clothes, bags, books even - I guess I wanted to get rid of all the memories. Cleansing, in a way. Anything I didn't get rid of was kept in a medium sized box (its not even full). Sometimes I regret throwing away certain objects, but I guess I wasn't being logical back then.




Sunday, January 27, 2008

Brown Paper Packages

I thought I'd take a 'leetle' break from Signor Jordan, and so, when I finished book 5 last week, I refused to so much as glance at the rest of the books. While the story is still quite capturing, I needed something different. I read 2 or 3 books, but what I just adored was Austen's "The Watsons". It's pretty short, something you could finish within the hour. Now, I know most people have an either love or hate relationship concerning Mademoiselle Jane Austen, and I must confess I have loved her books ever since the fourth grade. So, from a very biased point of view, I'd have to say I loved the Watsons. She died before she could finish the book, but that didn't really ruin the book for me. I was happy because I had never known the book even existed and was just grateful for the 70 odd pages. The dialogue, as always, was refreshing to hear. The depiction of characters very life-like, and I believe that Jane had an inner cynic. Most people do, I think, but hers must have enjoyed that outlet in writing. I've strayed from the classics for so long, and I think it's time for me to pay them a visit.
My holiday has had its ups and downs so far, but I'll just talk about the wonderful ups. I talked about the scarf I'm knitting for my bro, and I took some pictures. I keep having to undo rows cause I get confused whether it's the purl 2 or knit 2 row, but other than that, I think it's coming along okay (with some minor mistakes that hopefully he won't notice). My bag, on the other hand, has been abondened at the moment. I guess I've been spoilt by the knititng needles I'm currently using (size 10) - any size smaller than 6 needs a whole lotta patience. The infamous bag has two size 3 needles poking out of it. I'm quite determined tho - one day, I'll just sit and knit till I finish it.
Hesitance. Now that's something I'm familiar with. Sometimes I wish I could make up my mind and stick to my decisions (without being stubborn, of course). I really do hate when I 'un-decide' something that's already been talked about. I do realize that sometimes, being hesitant, is a good thing. But there are times when it just means weakness. That's what I hate.
My little brother has started skating lessons. He's only gone twice or thrice so far, but it seems like he's enjoying it. It wud be pretty kewl if he learns the basics, then I'd be able to help him out w/ some moves. Looking forward to that!
My favorite Things - anyone remembers that song from 'The Sound of Music'? I wonder if it really works...