Primal Scream - Some Velvet Morning

This reminds me of when I first started working for Marcom and things were weird and fresh and new. The work we did using this song sucked looking back now but it was fun and it was good and so I won't complain. Decided to share songs on here with memories or meaning to me. Do let me know if this gets boring.

Primal Scream - Some Velvet Morning

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Muse - Falling away with you

Muse - Falling away with you

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What is it about being somewhere higher than normal that makes you feel superduper special?

*sigh*

Sense of Identity: Poof!

Hello,

Why is it that everyone defines me by my job and whether I have one or not? Why is it that every time I speak to someone lately, they ask me the same question: "Have you found a job yet?"

I haven't even started looking.

I hope that answers the question that you have either asked me or wanted to ask me. Is it so difficult to see me without a job? Without being a corporate slave that breathes advertising? In truth, I understand. It IS difficult. I agree. I find it difficult myself but I still haven't started looking.

I don't know if I'm waiting for a kick in the butt or if I'm waiting to see how long I can take without a job. I want to do something for myself, that will make money, but that will not force me to work constant hours with someone calculating how my skills will fit into the company's "bigger picture". I want to do something for myself, that will make money, but that will not force me to feel like I belong to a place even if I do really feel I belong. I do not want to belong to a job or a group of people. I want to belong to me. I want to prove that "me" is actually bigger and better to me than the concept of "us" in the workplace.

P.S. I'm having a party during the day and you're all invited. Oh no! You all have jobs? I'm so sorry you can't make it.

And so on and so forth.

We've recently started playing Monopoly again. We bought the most recent version, Monopoly Here & Now: The World Edition, which doesn't have Monopoly money. Instead, each player receives their own credit card and the game comes with a machine that does all your calculations for you. Sort of like a mini-calculator except the buttons are different. Everything is changing. Everything is becoming automated. I blame my horrible math skills on calculators, computers and my genes but mainly on the first two. If I had put my mind to it and tried harder, I would have probably been a lot better at it but I never really did except to pass at school and I'm happy the way I am now - bad math skills and all.

But think about it:

Your camera does everything for you automatically. God forbid that people would have to deal with manual settings. You turn on the TV to watch the weather people tell you what you could figure out instead of actually knowing on your own. You spend more time watching television with your kids than spending time reading with them. You take your car to your neighbors' house instead of walking. You put all your music into your iPod instead of listening to a whole album you just happily bought at the store and couldn't wait to play. And so on and so forth.

And we wonder why our human asses are getting bigger?

Anywaaaaay...

I'm hungry now so I'll go order a pizza instead of taking the time to make something. ;)

More.

1. I love nail polish. I buy random nail polish colors that I like. I try them out on one nail at the store if they allow it and when I get home and apply the color to all my nails, I end up hating it. I have thrown away countless full bottles of nail polish after only one application.

2. I am currently addicted to the show Lipstick Jungle but know that I probably won't remember it as well a few years from now when it probably stops because of its current low ratings.

3. I am an obsessive Tetris player and have been for a long time.

4. I believe my husband is one of the best men in the world regardless of not knowing most of them men in the world.

5. I had a massive crush on Jude Law as a kid.

6. I also had a massive crush on Ethan Hawke.

7. The older I get, the closer to my sister I become.

8. I love that my husband and I are building our home together, bit by bit.

9. I cannot believe that I have been married for a year already.

10. I hated the way I looked on my wedding day.

11. I hate Tweety Bird.

12. Someone gave me a Tweety Bird stuffed toy once. I smiled and pretended I loved it. I later burned its plastic glaring eyes out.

13. I've lost 2 rounds of Monopoly; once yesterday, once today.

14. I almost cried when I lost yesterday. I didn't feel a thing today.

15. Culinary school appeals to me.

16. I can't remember the last time I rode a bike.

17. As far as I can remember, I'm really bad at riding a bike.

18. I can't be bothered to talk to more than half of the people on my MSN Messenger list. I don't know if that's a bad thing.

19. I miss my Egyptian hairdresser's super-skills.

20. I love nice sheets.

21. I download movies, music and various TV series incessantly.

22. I don't like James Bond movies.

23. I never have any problems sleeping and worry when I get the smallest hints of insomnia.

24. I tried out foot reflexology for the first time this month. I loved it but thought it would be better. It's better to do things without any expectations, which, by the way, is really hard to do.

Since I didn't blog about it this year: I turned 24 and I had a nice birthday. That's about all I can say. Good night. :)

.Boomerang.

A friend of mine has recently asked me to start blogging again. I don't know why. Like I told him, I can't find anything to write about that's worthwhile [not that I ever wrote about anything worthwhile to begin with].

My friends have managed to keep their blogs going and I don't get it... What has changed? How can they continue to write while I can't seem to get my fingers to type anything interesting enough, even for me?

Is it the move? If anything, the move to Malaysia should have given me more to write about, but it only makes me miss home a little bit more. Without the blogging, I can forget that people ever listened to me. I don't have to face it. If I blog again now after everyone thinks I've stopped, who will read my banter? Will I have to re-establish myself? Am I blogging for myself or to get other people's attention? Maybe it's not people's attention as much as it is reassurance.

I still have a lot of the funny, quirky thoughts that I've always had; I just can't seem to motivate myself enough to write. And here you have it, a blog post about nothing. I'm back.

Me, myself and I

I'm bored. Bored of myself.

I've been drowning myself in cooking techniques, random sit-ups, and mindless reading to numb the bore of boredom.

Newsflash: I haven't worked in 3 months. 1 in Cairo getting my stuff ready for the move. 2 months here "adjusting" to the new city of Kuala Lumpur.

By now I'm thinking: I should really do something with myself. Maybe I should get a job. My main problems are that I have no motivation to find a job and that I'm not really sure that I want to get back into the mindless drivel that is advertising.

So, I sit. And wait. Maybe the broccoli-looking trees outside my window will help me with this problem. Maybe they will finally speak up if I look at them long enough, hard enough.

I had an amazing day yesterday - although definitely amazing, it left me all the more confused.

Since I've been here, I've mastered the art of a few things. I've mastered:

1. the art of making pasta.
2. the art of making potatoes.
3. the art of sitting quiet for so long that I no longer feel the need to talk to communicate.
4. the art of walking alone until I feel lonely.
5. the art of laundry.
6. the art of long, languid bubble baths.
7. the art of eating more vegetables.

I could go on for hours.

The things I miss the most about Cairo are:

1. long, useless conversations with people I love.
2. driving a "normal" left-hand drive car.
3. the smell of Egyptian food.
4. the dry weather.
5. the comfort of a couch.
6. the Cairo Jazz Club.
7. myself in Cairo.