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Friday, 26 June 2009

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    Between the Assassinations
    By Aravind Adiga
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    A Child Touched My Life Today

    So I was at Coffee Cottage today, and I decided to sit outside and read Between the Assassinations [ARAVIND ADIGA] while I drank my coffee. I sat in the very corner of the very back. I opened my book and started reading for a little bit, then I had to go do something really quickly. A couple minutes later, when I came back, there was this guy [who looked to be in his 50s] and his son at the table next to me. As I sat down to continue reading, the guy looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks for stealing our table. We always sit there, and you took it from us."

    I laughed, "Yea, well, too bad, because I was here first." He smiled and replied, "That table has our name on it. I can't believe you. We always sit there, so it belongs to us." "Sure," I said, "keep telling yourself that." He laughed, and sat down. His son, who had been running in circles, came up to me and said, "You know, we could share." His father called him over [he saw me reading, and must not have wanted him to bother me]. The son ran over, stood by his father for a couple seconds, then saw a stick on the floor. He picked it up, and came back over to me. He started chattering about the stick and began whacking the tree near us.

    After a little bit, his father told him to stop hitting the tree. The boy then said, "My father told me to stop hitting the tree."

    "So you should probably stop, huh?"

    "Yea."

    It was the cutest thing ever.

    For the next twenty-five minutes or so, the boy would do something and give me commentary about what he was doing. He'd run in circles and then come to me and lay down his strategy of how to run in circles, and what directions he used to go in the right direction. His father was on the phone the entire time, and every once in a while, he'd call his son over to him. The boy would go over, but after a couple seconds, he'd grow restless and drift back towards me. At one time, he came right up and shoved his little fingers in my face, which where red. He told me he had been painting, but he couldn't remember what.

    It was so cute. When they left, he yelled, "Bye! See ya later!"

    I love it when kids are so bold. Sometimes, its scary, which I'm sure the father feels sometimes, when the child goes up to complete strangers. You don't know who the person is and what they're like. But I know I'm not dangerous, so of course, I think it's totally cute that the boy had such a positively glowing personality.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

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    Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King
    By Dave Matthews Band
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    Reading A Blog on Xanga Cursed Me

    So on Wednesday, I was reading a blog from http://lotta-valdez.xanga.com/704860933/rantish--a-blog-of-rants/ and I remember thinking to myself, "Geez, I hope that never happens to me." But, I think that blog cursed me [sorry, lotta, but it did].

    The very next day, I went to Portland to pay my school bill and to drop some books off at Powell's. On the bus ride up, which was over an hour, this lady with crutches came on about ten minutes after I did. Normally, I don't pay much attention to people on the bus, because they generally don't bother me.

    All that went to hell when this woman opened her mouth. She immediately started complaining to the bus driver about how all the other bus drivers were treating her like shit. One driver, she insisted, stole $60 from her [I'm not sure how, unless, she gave it to him personally. I've riden the bus MANY times, and not once have I seen the drivers take money. They're not allowed to. Treat passengers like shit, yes, but take money, no]. She was shouting that she was ten feet away from the stop, and the bus driver saw her, but didn't stop.

    Now, I understand the anger and resentment that one could feel being on crutches and not being able to get to the stop on time. But this driver explained [and I agree with him 100%] that they are told to pick up people who are only at bus stops, They are on a time constraint, and if they wait even five minutes extra [and can you imagine the amount of time it would have taken her to hobble to the bus, pay the fare, and sit? It took her several minutes more than the average rider to just walk on the bus!], they screw up the schedule for the rest of the day. She complained for another twenty seconds before she headed to a seat, asking the driver to report the others to the people in charge.

    Even though the driver, I'm sure, has no idea who she's talking about.

    For the next twenty minutes, she went on to complain to this random guy sitting a couple chairs away about how her life is shit and how she's having to play the cards she's been dealt. She then launched into this whole story about how she was in a coma, and she just got out of the hospital.

    "Maybe I should have stayed in the hospital today. I should have just stayed in bed. I don't even know why I got out this morning."

    Tell me how anyone is comfortable telling that to any stranger. She wasn't even talking to me, and I felt pity for her.

    But wait a minute! What the FUCK?! This is exactly what lotta wrote about, and here I am feeling pity for some lady's shit that I shouldn't even be hearing!! What??!!

    So I just cranked up my BIG WHISKEY AND THE GROOGROX KING on the good old iPod, hoping to drown her out.

    But, nooooo, she feels the need to be even louder than THAT!

    After bitching and moaning, she went on to talk about the company she worked for. She was telling everybody that she's had to close down three stores because no one was there to work them for her. She explained that she was looking to hire anyone, even children. The company she works with deals with heavy machinery and packing material.

    This is when this Muslim family came on; a father, his wife, and their daughter, who looked to be about five.

    The woman turns to the child and is like, "Hey, do you want a job?" The girl just looked at her, like, "Do you want to not talk to me?" The lady repeated the question, even asked the child if she knew English.

    This is where I started cracking up. Have you ever seen ignorant-ass people who think that if they speak louder--in English--to someone who they assume doesn't speak it, that maybe they'll understand them? Yep. That was this motherfucker.

    The lady offered this child a job working phones for her company, and the girl just nodded. The parents just smile politely, but refused to say anything. And the funny part of the whole exchange was that the parents were talking in English when they were coming on the bus.

    So this lady, after harrassing the child, goes on for the rest of trip about how she'll hire anyone, even a two year old. She even told this story about how she approached this strange 6 year old on the street to offer her a job, and the mother got angry at her. She didn't understand why. Apparently, she doesn't understand that the U.S. has Child Labor Laws in place.

    I love it when people are just retarded. She was going around the bus handing out flyers to everyone. One woman refused to take one, and the lady looked at the guy she was talking to and said, "I don't know what that was about. Must be something wrong with her."

    I can't tell you how happy I was when she got off the bus. The bus was so...tense free....

    But it cracked me up how that something I read on Xanga happened to me the next day. I wonder what other prophecies will come from this site.

Sunday, 07 June 2009

Thursday, 04 June 2009

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    The City of Ember
    By Jeanne Duprau
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    The Pratts Are Giving Christianity A Bad Rep

    I've been watching "I'm A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here". I don't want to. My hunger for all things stupid is making me do it. Here is a group of people who have no right to be famous [and by people, I really mean Creepy Flesh-Coloured Beard & Co.] who go out into the Costa Rican jungle and "rough it out". The point is to stay as long as possible, because every person there is representing a charity. And the longer they stay, the more money they can raise for that charity.

                                                    
     
    As we all know, Spencer and Heidi deserve to burn. In hell or over an open fire can be debated. Preferably both. In the three episodes that I've watched, these two have done nothing but... they've done nothing. Spencer has said that he is the ultimate villain, and he plans to continue to be so. Whenever there's a challenge, both he and good ol' wifey have said that they're in the competition to win, and they don't care about anyone else.

                                                                          

    Now, that's all fine and dandy. I have no problem with people out to win. It is a competition. What I have a problem with, is when the group is split into teams, and every challenge is to win something for that said team, and you still say that you don't care whether or not the team wins.

    Still confused?

    Let me explain a little. There was a challenge where the teams [which are split boys vs. girls] chooses one person to go into this dark room and fish out as many stars as they can. In this room, there are rats, bugs, spiders, snakes, and cat fish crawling/swimming all over and guarding them. Both Heidi and Spencer were chosen, and when they went up to do it, the hosts reminded them that whoever wins will get food [meat, fruits, vegetables] for their team, while the other team gets leftover rice and beans. Instant response: "We don't care if the others eat."

    After the challenge, which Spencer [so humbly] won, he was talking to the cameras, and he was explaining that he's in this to win, and you never know what he's going to do. He was even contemplating throwing the fish back into the water so that no one ate "because they're just a bunch of nobodies".

    Normally, I wouldn't pay attention to this kind of dickheaded-ness. Really, it's quite stupid. The reason why I am is because they both claim to be Christians. Now, I have no right to be judging their personal lives, but it's hard, when they are so forcefully pushing it into my face. They are continously saying that materials aren't important, money isn't important, but every time they're with the group, they're belittling them for not being famous or rich enough. In fact, there was one moment when Heidi started crying because the label of her shampoo was torn off.

                                                     

    Is this the kind of Christianity that I want to be portrayed to the world? Where we talk about loving our neighbours and showing kindness to our enemies, yet are egotistical, rude, arrogant.. everything that Christianity is NOT about? I mean, these two people kept saying how they were going to leave the jungle, even though they're there to raise money for the less fortunate. In fact, in one episode, John Sally asked them what was going to happen to the charities they picked [even though Spencer didn't pick one, since he's only on there for the publicity], and Spidi replied with, "That's why we picked the biggest ones." John Sally [with whom I will offer myself to just for what he said] asked, "So what? They don't need the money?"

                                                                           

    This is why Christianity is getting such a bad rep. In fact, I was reading in the news the other day where David Silverman, vice president and national spokesman of American Atheists, said, [and I quote], "Right now, we're seeing atheism on a rise".** This just makes my heart break. What can we do to show people that there really is something to believe in?


    http://news.yahoo.com/s/politico/20090522/pl_politico/22832_1

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

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    People of the Book: A Novel
    By Geraldine Brooks
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    I Forgot It Was Memorial Weekend...

    I completely forgot that this past weekend was Memorial Weekend until someone said that they had just come back home for the three day weekend. For a few moments [confession: it was a few hours], I was confused. I'm out of school, so there's no particular reason for me to religiously keep up on the holidays. Then, when my mother said that we were going to a BBQ for Memorial Day, I realized, "Wow. Way to NOT be an American." Usually, I'd take pride in something like this, but the fact that my mind didn't feel the need to remember the day set apart to honor the men and women who died put me to shame.

    But I celebrated. Even though I, personally, don't know anyone who's died in the military.

    An aunt and uncle that I knew in Jamaica came to visit us on Friday with their two kids from Canada, where they're living. Their youngest, Jason, is soo cute. He's two years old. He's get a head of curls that only adds to his cuteness. And he doesn't talk, except for the few moments when he's saying "Cheese!" for the camera, or the "Nonono!" when someone doesn't give him what he wants. He loves to move and run and explore, and his parents always have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't kill himself.

                                             

    On Sunday, my family met up with some other friends for a picnic at Champoege Park here in Oregon, and he was just having a ball. At one point, his mother looked up to see that he had wondered over to a group next to us because he had seen a dog. I offered to get him. They, of course, were smitten with him, and gave me some bubbles for him to play with. He got so excited. So, we went back to our own area, and I attempted to blow them for him. Yea. Failed. Couldn't blow a single bubble. He wanted to try, so I gave him the wand. He dunk it, then put it right up to his lips and tried to blow. He, also, failed. But instead of just putting it back to get more bubbles, he popped the wand into his mouth and proceeded to lick it clean. I should have stopped him right then and there, but I couldn't. I was laughing to hard. He smiled, and stuck his tongue out. Why? So's to lick all the soapiness around his mouth.

                                             

    He was thoroughly entertained by that. Everybody was making fun of me for it, though, saying that I was having more fun with the bubbles than he was. It wasn't that I was entertained by the bubbles [confession: I was], but his reactions cracked me up. I love that kid, even though I've only known him for four days. Then, at one point, his father was trying to feed him corn off the cob, but he was struggling with it. Every time he put his mouth on the cob, he couldn't sink his teeth into it and pull the kernels off. His dad kept urging him, "You can do it! Come on!" It was so adorable. And I, being the nerdy wanna-be-mother, snapped plenty of pictures to memorialize the moment.

                                               

    They left this morning. I'll miss them. I had fun with this family. It was especially good seeing a father take the time to talk to his children and hold his son. I applaud the mother, as well, because she deserves it. But it seems like not many fathers take the time to look after the children to take a little weight off of the mothers. In fact, most of the pictures I have of Jason is with his father. And I had to take one with him. Mostly because I loved hearing him say [it was actually a whisper, he was so quiet], "Cheese...cheese".

                                               

    This weekend was good. I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought [since I forgot it was a holiday and had planned to be lazy]. And I bonded with a two year old who I had never met before, yet instantly fell in love with.

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    • Name: Annaliese
    • Birthday: 7/2/1988
    • Gender: Female
    • Member Since: 9/17/2007

About Me

  • I love coffee. I'm not addicted. I am addicted to tattoos. I love to watch movies and photography. Viggo Mortensen is my lover. My dream would be to work with kids. I would love to go to the Middle East. I'm a big fan of T.S. Eliot. Almost all my blog titles are of his quotes. I am from [and in love with] Jamaica.

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