The Sound of Music

So in case you haven't already heard, my iPod Nano went bust! I took it to the iPod guru at Digits in Marina Mall and he said the motherboard was infested with H2O molecules...Basically, getting myself a new iTouch would be a better choice than getting the old one fixed. Now it's only a matter of whether I should get the 16GB or the 32GB one...We'll see.

In preparation for this new purchase of mine, I thought I should make some sort of interactive post. All you have to do is list 3 must-have songs that you think I should have on my new iPod. How about it? 3 songs you think would add something to my music collection...Just for the record, I listen to all sorts of music, from all different genres, cultures and types. So surprise me! And sure enough, as soon as I get hold of the songs I'll be giving you feedback on what I think of the songs you chose for me.

Now I'm all excited so get typing. ;D

YSL: A Tribute to a Design Icon

Yves Saint Laurent

1936-2008

Creator of the modern woman's wardrobe. Introduced luxe pret-a-porter, androgynous tailoring and multi-cultural influences, changing the silhouettes of the past century. He will forever be fashion's King of Paris.

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Hey everyone!
It's been so long. I had to leave to Dubai very abruptly a week ago and I didn't have internet access so I couldn't blog. But I'm back now, so you'll have to put up with me again :P

Dubai was great fun despite the humidity...I love that place! I'll post some photos as soon as they're uploaded on my laptop, which is somewhere in Ibn Khaldoon street being fixed :(

My laptop isn't the only thing that has gone bust recently. My iPod Nano isn't functioning anymore either. It won't charge, and the buttons press funny...I'm upset...but is this a sign that I should get an iTouch?

I've been very hot tempered lately...I don't know what's going on, and it's upseting me and those around me...let's hope this bout of anger subsudes soon. One good thing that has come out of this though is that I've been spending more time alone, which has led to an urge to tidy, clean-out and redecorate my bedroom. Let's hope this urge stays put until the whole room has gotten the face-lift.

I have a load of new movies and books handy, so watch out for some reviews soon.

Sorry again for the long gap. Hopefully it'll introduce a new breath of life to the blog. :)

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These are two shorter (but in my opinion much better) pieces I wrote during my stay in Jordan. Enjoy.



A crowd. A surge of people. A flood of souls unknown to each other. Amidst all these people, all feel alone. Each rushes to their own destination, their own dark corner in life. They all look ahead, as if there was nobody there but them. They are emotionless. Oblivious to the commotion outside of their empty bubbles. Those who do realise there are others around are shy, embarrassed somehow by a quickly disappearing chain that links us all together. And they pretend they cannot see.
But I feel desperate to reach out. To call out. To share something, anything, with someone. I long to have a connection, a bond with one person, outof all these people, just one. A nod would at the least be acceptable, a knowing glimpse would be more than I expected, a smile sheer ecstacy.
In this crowd I am alone. I scream for company, but no one listens.

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I sit alone, tired from the previous night's tedious yet pleasing endevours. Drowned in drowsiness, I sit lazily, passively taking in my surroundings, letting my mind wander to dreams of yesterday and fantasies of the future. This lonliness, though relaxing, I hate. I rest my head on my hand and I close my eyes, enveloping myself in darkness. I see you walk through the door, that all knowing smile of yours spread widely across your face. You come to where I am sitting, and you take my hand, issing it lightly while you take you seat next to me. You sigh, and I know what you are going to say because I am sorry too. Sorry we couldn't make much out of this. You look up at me again after your moment of deep thought, and you get up and leave. Then I open my eyes and I look out the window at the setting sun.

Please read the previous post and comment too. All sorts of criticism is

"Goodbye. Have fun tomorrow." It's surprisingly funny how four words, a smile, and a handshake can make you feel.

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Once we come in we are rushedly introduced. Due to the awkwardness of the moment no one really remembers who you are. We sit and try to appear as polite as possible. Not that I'm not polite for real or anything. Just extra polite to give a good impression. After a short while, in an attempt to start a conversation, we start making small talk which leads nowhere. It is only after some food is served that the solid barriers raised by formalities begin to become lean and less rigid. As the food next has to be digested, and the blood in ones body rushes to the aid of the stomach, it leaves the mind unsupported, unattended which leads to us making fools out of ourselves. It seems that to have good sense of humour is the easiest way to get something going. You say the lamest things, you force a smile which is willing to show itself just to keep things going now that people have started to chat. You are never yourself. They are never themselves. Sadly, you only realise that when you lie in your bed, later that night, unable to focus on the bad book you are currently reading. If you're lucky, you might realise it as you shake hands, saying your thank-yous, come-agains, and your goodbyes, most probably never to meet each other again and you think, "I wanted to get to know you better. I wanted you to get to know me better." Without the formalities, without the unnecessary jokes, without the extravagant masks. Did you know that I can write, and that I love tennis and philosophy? Can you play the piano? Do you know first aid? Have you traveled the world? I wanted to get to know you better, and I wanted you to know who I really am.


I wrote this while I was half asleep. But I chose to post it (as it was first written, without any patching-up or editing). So forgive the oh-so-unprofessional shabbyness.

Souvenir

Feeling post-vacation depression. And I haven't even left yet.

I saw a baby's t-shirt in a store that said: "I'm shy, come talk to me." I wish they sold those in a bigger size.

My cousin is now happily married. I wish him and his wife all the best in life. Congratulations to them.

Travel (or at least this particular trip) has been inspirational. I wrote a few pieces while I was here. I'll put them in a separate post. Meanwhile here are a few pictures as previously promised.

P.S. Unfortunately, the Jordan Festival starts the day after we leave. Mika is coming :(

Wish You Were Here

Hello everyone!

I was so busy over the past few days, I didn't have time to blog and tell you that I'd be traveling to Jordan for 5 days with the family. So anyway, I'm here now, in the land of the Dead Sea :)

I've been here before, but I hadn't stayed long enough to visit all the cool tourist attractions. This time though...I shall hopefully make it to Petra and the Dead Sea...and if my conscience keeps nagging me, I shall hopefully post pictures and keep you updated.

And as agonizing as huge family group vacations are (trust me I've tried and suffered) it's still really fun to have everyone around. So far the bus trips have proven to be quite an amusing event, although the bus driver might disagree. Let's hope this happy-go-lucky atmosphere carries on till we reach Kuwait.

Oh yes, and my dad had to stay at the hotel because of post-flight headaches and dizzyness :( I really felt bad about leaving him behind on our first day. I hope he feels better in the morning.

Stay tuned for more juice on the trip.

P.S. Freddie Mercury look-alikes have been popping up quite frequently these days...to my delight of course! ;)