Sunday, 29 March 2009

LOL


Yay. I succeeded in the last term's exams! Whee.
That's positive enough! ^^

Just one more term to go.. And I'm on my own, so to speak.
Pretty scary. Jobs and parents and things. *shrug*
Lots of reading, this term. And not much time for doodling lazily. I am reading three books simultaneously most of the time. And most of the books are downright annoying.
I think I liked being in the third year more. It was funner, at any rate.

This month is (almost) to an end. And usually I make a big deal out of April Fool's day weeks in advance, and then end up doing nothing specific. (Just once or twice over the many years?) So yeah. Not worth the headache, this year.

Which reminds me, too, that I've got only one month ahead of me before I become of age. (Officially accepted as an "adult" all over the world.)
Maybe I should do this big thing for my twenty first?
It's not every day you become it.
But then, what? Any suggestions, anyone?
And don't come with swimming parties and sleepovers. Remember my parents, and think up something realistically doable. lol
Although a sleepover does sound cool..
Family aside. They're probably not up to more than a visit. *racks brain to think of something*

Oh well. Got another two/three weeks to ponder that question, read the twenty books or so that are left to read, /and/ write that play that's been dozing in my mind for months already. Don't think I'll ever get that done.
No time for any hobby-time, unfortunately. And I so want to finish some books and paintings. )=

Want to know something funny?
I did a "What's the best major for you" quiz. Guess what I got?


You Scored as English

English_____ ---------- 100%
Art _______ --------- 92%
Journalism __ --------- 92%
Dance______ -------- 83%
Theater ____ ------- 75%
Linguistics___ ------- 67%
Biology_____ ------ 58%
Sociology____ ------ 58%
Anthropology_ -----50%
Engineering__ --- 33%
Chemistry___ --- 33%
Mathematics_ --- 33%
Philosophy___ --- 33%

English, Art and Journalism were tied, btw. Had to choose a tie breaker before the quiz ended.
And to think I am in my fourth year of English, now.
And even funnier: Four years ago, I almost joined the college of Fine Arts.
aaaand... Journalism, dance and theatre are ranking in the top. Boy oh boy xD

Don't forget posting suggestions!

xxx
The Gypsy

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Borios, Oreos...Tomato, Tomah-to.

" Cause you're beautiful,
-flawless, absolutely flawless-"
- George Micheal


My life?
*blink*
The three of you do realize that my last post wasn't about my life at all, right?
I mean... I've only been sick and skipping college cause of that. Staying at home 24/7.
Not actually /doing/ much of anything?
Well, thinking. That's about it.

For those who aren't following: Read the last two lines of every comment in the previous entry. xD

And I don't know much about life in either Cairo or Dallas, mind. But the peeps I know in Cairo seem to have much more of a social life than anything you can have in Alexandria. Or well. Than we have in Alexandria. *cough*
We are not the average Egyptian citizen, so.. Can't tell. xD

And Jazz, dear, I miss talking to you too!
I mean, bloody hell. I HATE internet in this stupid country!
It rarely works, and if it does you don't respond cause yours isn't working. Gah! >.<
Can't you come live in Alexandria till you leave? =D
*Wishful thinking* lol

Yeah, this post is not too "deep", or philosophical. It's not meant to be.
I was only planning to comment on how much I love the taste of Borios. (I think they're a cheap imitation of the western Oreos? But who knows)
Chocolate addict, me.

But then I read the comments and just had to comment on that.
And thus this turned into one random blob of talk. Yay.

Oh! I cut muh bangs!
And it looks good 8] Wootwoot.

xxx
The Gypsy

Friday, 27 March 2009

Time flies.

Alright. Lets see.
What happened to me?
I don't really know. Had been awake for approximately four days in a row, and cracked, I think. Headache, cramps, nausea, moodswings, in the end I stopped being able to think and function properly.
Insomnia stinks really badly, I hope it's over soon.
I watched an episode of House in which he makes it clear how dangerous long term insomnia is, and if he's right.. Oh boy.. So it better leave me alone D<

My cousin had her birthday on the 25th of March, she turned 19. Now, that in itself is not that special, lots of people turn 19. But the thing is, she's one of the youngest cousins I have. I have a couple of dutch cousins who are a bit younger than that, but on average, within 5 years orso our generation will have become complete adults.

My cousins here (the ones that got married, that is) are already having kids of their own, and I'm being called "auntie Jess/Sjors" left and right. One cousin who got married in February will probably announce quite soon that she is pregnant, and her twin, who is getting married in May, is also already buying things larger than her own size, "just in case". Mind, she got into very intimate with me, and I don't know what to think of that, my cousins here aren't that fond of sharing personal stuff with me, usually.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that time is flying. I feel old even though I know I aren't all that old quite yet. I feel that I'm passing out on things, missing them, and there is no time to catch it all up anymore.

I want to go to Holland. I want to spend a lot of time with my family there. I miss them.
I want to visit the friends I've made from all over the globe.
I want to travel the world. I want to have a fun job.
I want a lot. Maybe I'm greedy. I just hope there is enough time, that's all.

I was reading through the archives of one of my Dutch cousins, and there was a quiz to see how addicted you were to blogging. Sounds like fun, nay? The scariest part is the result: I didn't know that I was quite that addicted. Not that I mind. I think it's quite funny. Especially the question " Throughout the day, do you think of what to put in your blog if something interesting happens?" was quite accurate. Throughout the night as well, of course, and not just when interesting things happen (else my blog would be quite empty), but it's about the basics. Here you go:

77%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?


Lol.

Oh. And everyone at college has been stressing out over the results of the mid term exams. Like, a lot. And even though I repeat over and over that I don't care, I do. I'm trying not to worry about it, since I have this ability to turn any worry, stress, anger or sadness into severe physical aching, I would rather not flunk. As fun as college is (funner than anything that preceded it, over the years I've been living in Egypt) I don't think I'd like it half as much if I had to repeat the year by myself (whilst most of my friends graduate).
So here's to hoping the whole class passes with flying colours~

And yesterday Mum's Chinese friend gave birth to a little baby girl. Squee~
And she's called Ritaj! And I can't wait to go see her. Hope she is chinese-looking. I'm weird like that >.<

xxx
The Gypsy.

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Foreignness


I am a xenophiliac.
I can't help it, I adore foreigners. And their cultures, ideas, beliefs, accents, etc etc..

I do not /stare/ at foreigners, like Egyptians do. I don't think they're particularly special just because they were born wherever they were born. I mean, can't, can I, with my own multi-nationality? But still, I like them, just the way I like strangers.

Then again, people find it funny when I say one of my hobbies is observing people from a distance. Not interacting, just watching them, analyzing them and whatnot.

Yesterday I spent the whole morning with a group of women, from all over the world. Canadian, American, Singaporean, Finnish, Dutch, Danish, and I'm sure I'm missing out some. Some of them were not even that much older than I am, which is a first. I guess I'm still struggling a bit with actually being an adult, or almost one. Whether or not I should address them by their first names, or add something to that. *tilts head*

I have to say, these women who marry Egyptian men and end up living here by themselves: They are amazing cooks. Or bakers, at any rate. The whole table was creaking underneath the weight of banana cupcakes, chocolate cake, sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies (first time to eat those) and I don't know what else. And foreign coffee just tastes so much better than the weak Nescafe they have here~

I even met someone who loves reading, and she is just as much of a fan of Harry Potter as I am~

Oh, and I went and applied for a new internet connection at another company, with mum.
That was the first step of my plan. Now, if I play it right, everybody is going to be happy, for I plan to get them a new computer, so they're not stuck when anything changes, and we don't all have to share one. Because that's so frustrating for all of us, when you have internet addicts like me sharing 'em.

xxx
The Gypsy.

Friday, 20 March 2009

Isn't it ironic?


phthisic, phthisi·cal adj.
A
new word. I rather like it. It means wasting away, for those who don't know.
I think it's rather adequate. For what exactly, I can't say.
Intriguing word nonetheless. I wonder whether the way I pronounce it is anywhere near correct. Hmm.

I'm thinking I should write a guide of "How to lose your friends inn three easy steps".. Or something of the sort, anyways. Because I've become quite good at it. And the best thing about it? You do not even have to behave like a total loser or an obscene bitch, pardon my french.
You do not even have to change anything about your caring and kind self. Piece of pie, eh?

And here is another Oprah episode, this one unfortunately not nearly as positive as the last one I saw: Cheating. Cheating of men on their partners, to be more specific.
88% of the men that cheat admit who they cheat with isn't more beautiful or fit than their own partner. And only 7% of the men that cheat will tell their partners without being asked. Most men have this "will take the secret with me into the grave" idea.
That men become insecure, because they want to "win", when they fail, they feel horrible. Like wanting to do something good for their wife, like making toast, and they end up burning the toast, so they get insecure... (Enough to friggin' cheat?)
That they don't consciously choose to betray their partners. That it starts out as a friendship, and just slips "too far". That they are emotional, just can't express it, won't talk about it, and thus hurt the communication part.
I don't know.
I think I feel very helpless and hopeless about this.
Like, the only way to avoid being cheated on is to avoid relationships.

I don't know much of anything anymore. I just know that becoming an optimist might not be in my blood. That numbing my depression might need some "chemical catalyst" if I seriously want to consider it. I only know that being bored and lonely can drive someone up the wall, and you don't even choose it. And I don't get why it takes so much energy to try and change anything, then it ends up blowing up in your face anyways..

xxx
The Gypsy

Monday, 16 March 2009

Glass: Half full or half empty?


I don't know. I can't even decide anymore if I'm having a good or a bad day.
One minute it is one thing, the next totally the opposite.
At first I believe change is possible, getting away is possible, and I'm looking up ticket prices and visas and stuff. Ten minutes later I feel like I'm stuck here forever. To change my mind after another ten minutes.
And my mood swings along just as easily, although that's quite annoying when I get to the easily angered, sad, depressed, or helpless feelings. It's good that I'm not feeling them all the time, though.

Arguments: Seem to be having a lot of those the last couple of days. Funny thing is, I know it's not me who starts fighting. I mean, I would admit so if I really did, but I don't. Normally sometimes I do, but I've been pretty passive and serene lately. Supposedly that's good, although it makes me not good at fighting back immediately? And then I boil in anger for hours afterwards, because I was not able to vent properly straight away. I've already always had that problem. Now it's just gotten worse.

Books: Got a lot to read of those, and they need to be over and done with quickly, cause there's a whole list still "pending", basically. But I can't get myself to focus. No time? I wish I could say I was doing something else productive then, but I'm not. Besides concentrating on healing.
I'm either sleeping, sick, or the tv is on. And no matter where I am in the house, I hear that nasty thing everywhere, so that I can't focus on what I'm reading. Even reading aloud isn't an option, it makes me read so much slower..

All sounds a bit negative, but I'm not being pessimistic or whiny, just factual.
It'll turn out okies, I'm sure.

xxx
The Gypsy

Friday, 13 March 2009

Visitors


We've had lots of those~
Specifically, the same visitor over and over.
A lot. Too much. *tilts head* Go away D<

And we have a cat as a visitor, since today. Looking for a home for her, and in the meantime she gets to sleep here, cause street life is just crappy. Especially for a cat in Egypt.
Imagine having to share your Rubbish Bin with ten other cats? That seems like a lot of unnecessary fight, to me. I've seen it happen before.
She has been scared a lot, the whole afternoon. Finally she's out of her hiding place, only to climb on every piece of furniture we own. And she mews.. A lot.
I think it's stupid to decide to take an animal just to throw it out again. Like those that adopt then get bored with the responsibility and put kids up for adoption again. It's just ... not done. Get a grip, people. Seriously.

xxx
The Gypsy

Monday, 9 March 2009

*In Love*

A couple of days ago, by accident, I watched part of Oprah. I don't watch Oprah, at least not on a regular basis, and now I hadn't watched it for over half a year. Thing is, this time they were talking about Happiness. And becoming happy, and staying it. Mentioning things like The Secret, and more of such philosophies. Apparently there are such things as "Martyr ethic" which basically means they are afraid of saying they're happy, because that will have consequences, in the end. You're not happy for free, so to speak. So they are "Alright, but" complaining, because that way things just don't go that wrong, and even so, then it's obviously cause fate hates you, nay? Both optimists and pessimists are right, it's just the way they view it. A cup is indeed half empty when it is half full, it's just.. Which do you rather see?

What I found interesting what that that guy, being a psychologist, got to make his own disease, like so many shrinks do: Destination addiction. It sounded familiar to what we had been saying in Poetry class a long time ago, and keep repeating. You have a destination, your goal, your reason, the thing that'll make you happy. But by the time you reach it, you'll want something else just as badly. Desire for desire's sake, almost?
Basically it was a "Let go of your past, and don't obsess about your future but seize the day" kind of thing, and sometimes, to me, that just sounds impossible. Some things you can't forget, no matter how much you'd want, and sometimes you're waiting for a specific thing to happen so you can move on. Although, generally, yeah, I suppose it works. According to the shrink, all people of 30 years young already have LOTS of reasons to be depressed, no matter what happened. It's just a matter of choice whether you are or not?

Don't know why I felt like I just needed to type that. Maybe because I'm trying to become more positive by the day, and it's a hell of a chore?

I did fun stuff, though. Jazz came to Alex, with her hubby and her adorable lil' son.
Which brings me to the title. I'm in love.
He's nineteen. (Nineteen months, that is. :3) Adooooooorable puppy eyes, and the most precious smile I've seen in a long while And the best part? He likes me too ^^ Likes me so much, actually, he's okay with me carrying him, and won't cling to his parents, like most kids do, even though I'm not /that/ much of a familiar face. I'm not much of a "Oh-I-Just-LOVE-kids" type of person, either, which makes it all the more special. Adam is one of a kind ^^ And one thing I am sure of: Had Jazz come to live in Alexandria, I would've been one good babysitter for that kiddo. More importantly: I'd be paid to have fun. Squee. xD

Me and Jazz had fun, too. Gave her and Amgad their painting. They liked it. ^^ That was great, was a weight lifted off my chest. Seriously. I had painted that painting (It's on my deviantart now) and finished it more than a month ago. And the longer it stood there, the more I wanted to add to it or take stuff off. xD Luckily I didn't, and they were positive 'bout it. So yay. And we went for walks. One along the beach with Jazz, one actually on the sand, the four of us. Adam, like his dad, me and sis when we three were young, hates the sand xD At least, mum told me I and sis were like that. Sand felt icky, I suppose? Dirty and twitchy? He managed to pull both himself and his mum down onto a coming wave. xD Even when my car got wheel clamped, a few lovely smiles of Adam cheered me up. That, and Amgad being a sport, helping me out like he did. Thanks again! Egypt, for once, did not totally manage to ruin my mood. Nor did my angry mother, when I arrived five hours after I said I would? Oh boy xD

I know.
Funny how I start the entry talking about positivism, then end up uploading pictures like these. xD
Just showing how brilliant Egyptian drivers are.
They drive like maniacs, really.
The back of the taxi it had bumped into looked pretty much the same. Aka it had no trunk anymore~




Jazz preferred tunnels to crossing the road. Said they were cosy and safer. But I guess I'd rather have it a bit riskier, then? xD
Not fond of lifts and tunnels. Too many things can go wrong. But then I'm thinking pessimistically again, huh? Although saying nothing can happen when crossing the road right after showing how Egyptians are maniac drivers is pretty damn positive! xD



All that said: I'm sick as a dog.
Fever, throwing up, and my organs are all aching on the inside.
Sneezing, coughing, and any movement makes me yelp out in pain.
I am glad I did not infect the three of them with anything, that would've been awful.

Gotto go, took me long enough to type this up. lol
xxx
The Gypsy.

Wednesday, 4 March 2009

Alexandria



"Every Oriental, even if he is an idiot, knows instinctively what a woman should and should not do, and she should not do anything except wait on him, so he does not have to bother about asking asking her advice. He knows that Western women are too free and that freedom for women is bad for men -- very bad indeed. The only career a woman should have is looking after her husband, and sometimes, if she's lucky, he may call in up to three more women to help her do this, so that she won't get tired."
- Jacqueline Carol

As is obvious, I'm currently reading Cocktails and Camels, and it's hilarious. Jacqueline is not only very precise about living in Egypt, or more specifically, living in Alexandria, but she is sarcastic and witty about so many things it's a great read for someone like me.
I didn't think I'd enjoy reading for college this much, but I changed my mind.

On a totally different note: Weather in Alexandria is being absolutely crazy. My poor friends's teeth were chattering a few days ago, and it rained a LOT. I liked the cold, just not the wind, very much. And today it's like midsummer, hot and stuffy. El khamseen (sandstorms) are coming this way, I'm guessing. And soon, too.

I visited another Book Fair, this one in Alexandria instead of Cairo. Actually it's the same yearly international one, they moved from Cairo to here two weeks ago. Tomorrow will be the last day again. And, like always around books, I caved in. I had to get a whole list for college, most of which are contemporary reads, so they should be alright, and snuck in a book or two for myself, too. I also got a microphone/ear-plug speaker, it looks like those handsfree bluetooth thingers, only it's not handsfree. :3
I have this way of digging myself into debt, huh? I don't think I should be spending much more, cause this is going to be what kills me, if nothing else.

xxx
The Gypsy.

Sunday, 1 March 2009

I can't believe...

"Those who are dead,
are not dead,
they're just living in my head..."

... It's already March, again.
Seems like time is slipping between my fingers like sand, and there is nothing I can do about it.
Even worse: My hope for a better year has till now been one great disappointment.
Nothing is changing, nothing within the near future anyways. I end up changing plans because of circumstances beyond my reach, and it stinks...
Some things are even getting worse, although I have to admit some things are stagnate right now.

I'm not spending nearly enough time with my friends, I don't talk about anything anymore.. Anything that matters, that is. It seems like everybody around me is talking about things I couldn't care less about.
I'm not doing anything valuable in my "Alone" time either, peculiarly. One would think that being lonely might make you pick up a book or a painting brush or even a pencil to draw or write, in my case. But no. And silly thing is, I don't know why. I merely don't feel like doing any of that...

One thing, though. I'm not losing hope. I'm planning to beat this pessimism.
I have a new resolution, too: All that self-doubt I have is good for nothing, and all the self-loathing and bashing is only hurting me. I obviously can't just decide to love myself, just like that, but what I can do is use what I'm saying against myself as constructive criticism to build upon. Instead of harping on flaws, I might as well try and change whatever I'm irked with, nay?
Or I can try, in any case.

That's it for now,
xxx
The Gypsy.

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