tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40477984073559475352024-03-05T20:37:09.338-05:00The Moving Finger Writes...Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-35164566704395912132015-07-30T21:15:00.004-04:002015-07-30T21:15:49.597-04:00Dream- Sisters are a nightmare.I've decided to post again after a very, very long time. I will henceforth be writing about my dreams which have become extremely vivid. Maybe one of you psych majors can tell me a little bit more about me.<br />
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My family sitting in lawn chairs placed in a courtyard in Mombasa, Kenya. To set the scene a little, the courtyard was surrounded by palm trees and the spacious area was decorated lavishly with streamers and the like. What was odd about the dreams is that I don't think I was in it at all. I was, to best put it, off screen. Anyways, my family was gathered there to celebrate my eighth birthday. This is where it gets really strange. There were two versions of my sister Shaila in my dream. A two-year-old version of Shaila and a six-year-old version of Shaila. I'm going to call them Little and Big Shaila, respectively. Big Shaila was carrying Little Shaila under one arm. In the other she was carrying my balloons for my birthday party. Little Shaila had a needle in one hand and every so often, to my horror, she would pop one of my balloons! The ridiculous thing is every single time Little Shaila popped a balloon, Big Shaila would almost vindictively call out to me (off screen) saying "Oops, sorry Amyn." Every. Single. Time.<br />
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My family did nothing and it made me sad.<br />
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<br />Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-27399076672452821182013-12-03T23:45:00.000-05:002013-12-03T23:46:01.802-05:00Death be not proud<br />
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<tr><td>Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,</td><td align="right" valign="top"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=4047798407355947535" name="5"><i> 5</i></a></td></tr>
<tr><td>Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=4047798407355947535" name="10"><i> 10</i></a></td></tr>
<tr><td>And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,</td><td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"></td></tr>
<tr><td>And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.<br />
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Backstory: so a friend and I decided to participate in a mock wedding to raise money for a charity. To publicize the event and get a significant audience, we produced our "love story."<br />
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As much as it pains me to say this, enjoy ahahaAmynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-73116426048752598552013-01-05T00:52:00.001-05:002015-07-30T21:19:44.731-04:00do-re-miI sing.<br />
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Surprisingly.<br />
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UNC Samaa is an a capella group I was fortunate enough to be accepted into. The people I've met are indescribably amazing and.. just.. really fun. We're a fledgling group but we're picking up momentum.<br />
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Anyways, here's one of our songs!!! Hope you enjoy<br />
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<u>Shukran Allah V Sunday Morning</u><br />
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Also, if you'd care to share your thoughts...Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-37445470513180360862013-01-02T21:23:00.003-05:002015-07-30T21:21:25.531-04:00On NeedlesAs I write this post, I realize my days.. rather, hours.. are numbered. 2013 seemed like it would start on such a happy note but I have arrived to a stark reality. Tomorrow morning at 7:45 AM Eastern Standard Time, I will be subjected to heinous acts of torture as doctors extract my warm, nurturing, rich blood for analysis. I fear I may not survive the day. Please.. Keep me in your thoughts.<br />
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..But seriously. I have an irrational fear of needles. It's rather pathetic (and ironic, since I want to enter the medical field), but the very thought of a needle puncturing my skin, entering a vein and then sucking out blood <i>really</i> creeps me out. It has partially something to do with the fact that I am particular about anything <i>sticking</i> me but also because the crook of the arm seems so innocent; nonthreatening. Why would anyone want to stick a needle there? Creeps me out.<br />
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I understand the necessity to draw blood in order to check my cholesterol, etc, etc. but as I've grown, the days of pricking my ring finger to extract blood into minuscule vials have long passed and I have to know act and be treated "like an adult."<br />
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Be warned for my thoughts are not censored, but personally, I'd <i>much</i> rather a doctor create an incision with a scalpel on my arm to drain blood from me than a needle be stuck into a vein to extract it. That's right, I'd rather be <i>cut open</i> than be pricked by a needle. It makes no sense, but there it is.<br />
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Oh boy.Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-47791479292960528992012-12-30T21:32:00.000-05:002012-12-30T21:46:49.262-05:00Surgeon vs. Mechanic<span style="font-family: inherit;">I got this in an email and I thought it was so great I figured I'd share:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">A cardiologist was there waiting for the service manager to come and take a look at his bike when A mechanic shouted across the garage. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">A mechanic was removing a cylinder-head from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when he spotted a well-known cardiologist in his shop.</span></h3>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Hey, Doc, want to take a look at this?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked, "So Doc, look at this engine. I open its' heart, take the valves out, repair any damage, and then put them back in, and when I finish, it works just like new. So how come I make $39,675 a year and you get the really big bucks ($1,695,759) when you and I are doing basically the same work?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Try doing it with the engine running."</i></span>Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-36975209308799771692012-12-30T14:54:00.000-05:002015-07-30T21:21:50.868-04:00MimicryI believe the best way I could describe myself when I was five is as a cross between those minions from Despicable Me and Dennis the Menace. I had the capacity for mischief that surpassed most children and I think the only reason why my parents still kept me around despite my terrible antics was because I gave them hours of recorded comedy or because everyone seemed to like my voluminous cheeks.<br />
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One day, as I often did, I watched my father shave. There was something particularly thrilling and magical about the disappearance of white foam from my fathers face. I don't really know why, but I got a kick out of it. My father is the epitome of manliness. Having climbed Kilimanjaro as a sixteen year old and having traveled all over the world.. Well.. he was a role model; a hero.<br />
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So, I'm watching my dad shave and an absolutely enlightened thought occurred to me. I was going to shave.<br />
In Kenya, we broke for lunch and came back to school after our "break" and on one fateful day I did it.<br />
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I ran into a problem as soon as I walked into the bathroom. I had no beard to shave, no mustache to trim. I sat there long and hard, puzzled. Then I noticed my eyebrows.<br />
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I figured, hey, its the next best thing and since I don't have any other sort of facial hair.. why not? It's a miracle I didn't shave off something important (like my nose) but lo and behold! I had shaved off one of my eyebrows. For some reason I did not deem it necessary to shave the other one. Maybe I wanted to retain <i>some</i> individuality and not copy my dad fully. Who knows.<br />
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Off to school I went and when I got home to my parents...<br />
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Oh boy.Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-80458081947573580382012-12-28T16:07:00.003-05:002012-12-28T16:08:40.074-05:00Title's Namesake <span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19.185184478759766px;">I find something primal, yet cultured; expressive, yet esoteric in poetry. The most profound verse I have come to love comes from the Rubaiyat, a selection of poems, by Omar Khayyam.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19.185184478759766px;"><i> Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 19.185184478759766px;"><i> Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.</i></span><br />
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Ahah mom and I were doing the YMCA on the deck before the ship embarked.Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-42468938645451180272012-12-25T19:45:00.000-05:002012-12-28T12:30:21.960-05:00PracticalityOkay, listen.<br />
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It's a cold winters day. About 40 degrees outside, wind chill a little over 35 degrees. Its also darkening outside; the angry grey sky invites nothing but gloom and despair. And the forecast calls for rain. It is on this horrid day that I am charged with a most unfortunate task.<br />
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Here I am, studiously writing personal statements for graduate school, huddled up in my blanket seeking warmth within its fleece confines when I hear my dad yell for me to come downstairs.<br />
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These occurrences rarely bring me joy and this time was no different.<br />
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He pulls out a bucket and soap and hands it to me with two rags and ushers me into the garage. I await with trepidation.<br />
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He tells me its going to rain soon.<br />
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And he wants me to soap up the car before it does.<br />
<br />Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-589753142040903742012-12-25T18:30:00.000-05:002012-12-28T12:33:49.010-05:00Bonding TimeMy mother and I share a pretty close bond. Pardon the cliche but she's like a close friend. I confide in her and she gives me advice. She's knowledge of all my relationships and crushes and has guided me through minor heartbreaks and woes. I'm the voice of reason when she's caught up with histrionics and melodrama and I'm there for her to vent.<br />
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I scare the hell out of her while she cooks, she smacks me when I do. She tells me to shave, I proceed to kiss her cheek with my full beard in all its glory. I'ts a rather unique relationship.<br />
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So on the cruise I decided to take her to dance lessons and there we learnt to tango!<br />
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I can't dance. But it was <i>so</i> worth it spending time with mom. After spending about 45 minutes walking through the steps I asked her to dance and it was great. I think we were the only mother-son pair there ahaha.<br />
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After the class was over we went to lunch with the rest of the family. By the way, 80% of my excitement with regards to going on cruises stem primarily from the fact that food is <i>incredible</i> and abundant. My appetite cannot be sated now that I am home. I swear my stomach has expanded to the size of a small pony.<br />
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Anyways, after lunch my mom wanted us to practice again to show dad because he's the <i>last</i> person ever to dance (although he did the YMCA with mom at the beginning of the cruise).<br />
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<br />Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-77912119404394001252012-12-25T12:02:00.001-05:002012-12-25T12:07:42.210-05:00Let me introduce myself<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Sun setting on the Atlantic :)Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-44372835174519199092012-12-25T11:33:00.000-05:002012-12-26T13:40:17.604-05:00The Vacation Playlist<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>-Albus Dumbledore</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">My ENTIRE vacation, I had two songs stuck in my head.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">Elton John's Circle of Life from the Lion King and that <i>beyond irritating</i> Christmas song that goes:</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;"><i>"laaast Christmas, I gave you my heart and the very next daaaay you gave it awaaaay. Thiiis year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special"</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">Yuck. I hate Christmas music. And the strangest thing is, the Christmas song and Circle of Life melded into one and I'd hum one then seamlessly transition to the other. Drove my family insane.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;">No matter how I feel, who I'm with, where I am, what I'm doing music has a place. And though my musical needs can be fulfilled solely by Coldplay, I am a man of variety.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;"><u>And here I have compiled a list of the songs I listened to on vacation!!</u></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">Lions Roar- First Aid Kit</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">Ehlam- Ahmed Meky Ft. Donia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Say It like You Mean It- The Cinema</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Egyptic- Beats Antique</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>All You- The Cataracts</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Satellite- Down Faye</span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oblivion- Bastille</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Time of times- Badly Drawn Boy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Elevator Love Letter- Stars</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Hasir- Modeselektor</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Not so bad- Dido</span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">1800 Silver- After the Smoke & King Mez</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Everything at Once- Lenka</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Beneath Your Beautiful- Labrinth ft. Emeli Sande</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>The Power of Love- Gabrielle Aplin</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Its Time- Imagine Dragons</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I Found You- The Wanted</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>LOVE IS EASY- MCFLY</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Wires- Athlete</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Flowers In Your Hair- The Lumineers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ho Hey- The Lumineers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>GHOSTS- THE PRESETS</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A.O.- The Presets</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fall- The Presets</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Laura Palmer- Bastille</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hold Me Close- Flux Pavillion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Night Goes On- Flux Pavillion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Overjoyed- Bastille</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Sleepsong- Bastille</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Soul Meets Body- Death Cab for Cutie</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Adventures in Solitude- The New Pornographers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Un Angelo Non E- Eros Ramazzotti</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Cinema Paradiso- Giorgia Fumanti </b>(okay, kind of strange, but its beautiful)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Lullaby- Billy Joel</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">My Rights Versus Yours- The New Pornographers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Start Shootin'- Little People</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kayip- Tarkan</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Try- P!nk</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Challengers- The New Pornographers</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Saturday- The Enemy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Champion- The Chevin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Young Girls- Bruno Mars</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS- LIFEHOUSE FT. NATASHA BEDINGFIELD </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sleep Alone- Two Door Cinema Club</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Rain of Gold- Young Empires</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Fly Or Die- Rock Mafia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Wild- Royal Teeth</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Big Mouth- Santigold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Jungles- Stepdad</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Searchin- Matisyahu</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Finale- Madeon</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>I'll Be Alright- Passion Pit</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>On Top Of The World- Imagine Dragons</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Feud- Band Of Horses</span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Follow- Crystal Fighters</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>OHM- YO LA TENGO</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Outta My Mind- Cali</span><br />
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ANYTHING and EVERYTHING by COLDPLAY, BASTILLE, IMAGINE DRAGONS, A SILENT FILM, WOLF GANG and T.I</span><br />
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So, the things in bold are particularly great, the ones in bold and capital letters are songs that are pretty much my favorites.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-47993838196840044832012-12-25T10:50:00.001-05:002012-12-28T18:02:31.539-05:00Idiocy<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I was on the Lido deck, the deck open to the elements, the deck where everything happens. Deck 15. It was a day at sea and we'd already stopped at all our ports of call. I wanted to chilllllll.</span><br />
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I took my iPod and Enders Game, a book from my childhood that I cannot seem to put down, ever. I made my way up and reclined on those poolside lounge chair-bed things.</span><br />
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It was rather awkward; everyone around me was half naked, with the intention of getting a tan or tired after a swim and here I was, fully clothed. I didn't need to tan! I'm a healthy caramel color.</span><br />
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Moments later, a girl stretched herself on a chaise lounge chair (that's what they're called, I googled it.) and I froze.</span><br />
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The incongruency of what I was doing, where I was doing it and what I was wearing while doing it dawned on me. I must have looked like an idiot reading by the pool, fully clothed while this veritable mermaid oils herself up beside me.</span><br />
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So I left.</span><br />
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Aahhahaha I left my book and iPod there to save my spot though. I went down to my stateroom and changed into my swimming costume and I sprayed on some suntan stuff. I later will realize that SPF 30 did <i>nothing </i>for me and the bad taste in my mouth and constant sneezing after I sprayed the suntan lotion on was for naught.</span><br />
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Anyways, I headed back up and I reclined, continuing to read my book.</span><br />
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Now see, Ender's Game is a masterpiece. It alerts the reader to the intricacies of human emotion and experience. It transcends so many sociopolitical boundaries.</span><br />
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So I'm very into the book. I'm also dead scared of embarrassing myself in front of this chick. After..oh.. about 2 hours laying out, I muster the courage to talk to her.</span><br />
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"So, hey..! Erm.. do you know what time it is?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">^PURE stupidity. She's SWIMMING you IDIOT. How would she have the time?</span><br />
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The universe favored me, however. She had <i>her</i> iPhone with her and told me it was 2:21</span><br />
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I "hmm"-ed and then I kept on "reading" for what I hoped was nine minutes and left.</span><br />
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Ahaha awkward. Oops.</span>Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-67256339813776967732012-12-24T21:05:00.000-05:002013-12-03T23:32:21.729-05:00In medias res<span style="font-family: inherit;">The title is a little misleading. I don't intend on starting from the <i>middle</i> per se. Rather, I'll start from not too long ago, about last Friday. The point is, I am not starting from the present.</span><br />
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I've been on many cruises but I've been only on one other cruise in December. I must say, winter cruises are immensely enjoyable. First thing, I hate the winter. I <i>abhor </i>the cold. Apart from sweaters, cuddling, and hot chocolate, I really see no point in weather below 60 degrees. And that's pushing it.</span><br />
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The winter is dark, depressing and cold and for me December is the figurehead of this ghastly season. So a cruise was welcomed.</span><br />
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This cruise marked the end of the year. For me, 2012 is already over; I'm already living in 2013. It was a spectacular year with more ups than downs and though some chapters closed regrettably, others opened. The cruise was a send-off to 2012 and a warm (literally) hello to the new year.</span><br />
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The cruise started off hysterically. My mom doing the YMCA and my grandfather clapping along. It was magical. It was <i>way</i> adorable.</span><br />
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I don't really want to walk through the cruise so I think I'll write about it in piecemeal. Its winter break, after all. I'm lazy.</span><br />
<br />Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4047798407355947535.post-8402649112403595752012-12-24T18:46:00.003-05:002012-12-25T11:28:05.933-05:00Here goes nothing.<span style="font-family: inherit;">Well, this is rather daunting.</span><br />
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On my trip back from Florida, I had all these exciting ideas and thought up way too many cheesy albeit genius phrases that would surely catch the attention of the one or two readers I hope to trick into keeping up with my blog.</span><br />
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And I am faced with this <i>blankness</i>. There is so much white space. I have no earthly idea how anything I can think of can fill this page up unless I spew out meaningless drivel, thought of from the top of my head. A stream of consciousness, unchecked by society or even my own restrictions. It should be fun.</span>Amynoacidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02751273938349529775noreply@blogger.com0