Monday, September 26, 2005

Learning about the point of view from the other side of the spectrum.


“Team, I think we’ve just been served! =O”

Oooo yeah. Robot Chicken roxors my socks. XD


Recently, I have been threatened with a story.

Honestly. And it’s not fair, because the threat came completely out of nowhere and is mostly for their amusement. >:O

Oyeh, but no one really cares about them, nor do they update all that often; so if they actually go through with the threat and actually post it up somewhere, I doubt anyone will really notice.

*half grins and shakes head*


This past weekend, I did laundry and napped. The rest of the time, I slept.

GO ME!!111!

Actually, there wasn’t any real important reason to leave. And my Saturday night fever kind of ran over into Sunday, so yeah. =P

….

Actually, I am still so incredibly sleepy tired, and I have to try to scrounge up a paper due at 5 tonight. I had no energy/time to do it yesterday (I officially didn’t get out of bed till 7 last night =X), and a recent finding figured/highly strongly suggests that I shouldn’t use the computer if my room mate is in the room (ie, I pretty much can only use it if she’s gone), so yeah.




Today is an anniversary of sorts, which has put me into a slightly contemplative mood.

Heh. It’s kind of hard to believe that just about a year ago, I had just come back from Egypt and was set and ready to go to a school near Carlisle PA, and my uncle said no, most diffidently not, because for a girl to live on campus is a bad thing, as a girl is and has more ways to be and get hurt than a boy, and is more easily persuaded to do “immoral” things because she has a soft heart.

I was accused of sulking, and got into trouble for it. (Ha ha.) I remember my conservative aunt steered a testily laid back conversation into the direction of religion, telling me in a pleading voice that if only I applied myself more to my religion, then my life wouldn’t have any troubles; it would be problem free. She raised her voice so it would be louder than my own, when I pointed out my father as an example, and she was practically shouting, when I used herself as an example against her reasoning. Even in my anger, I found it pretty amusing that she could say such a thing to anyone, when she prays more than anyone I have ever known from any religion, and yet her husband used to beat her/still treats her in a severely condescending manner, and doesn’t allow her outside without permission/male supervision, nor allows her a mind of her own. I found it kind of funny that me using herself as a counterexample to her reasoning had her complaining about me to my uncle, the head of the family, so that after I came back, I would have much to contend with.

Ah well. They had good intentions, mostly; just the way they tried to enact them clashed with the way I was raised.


The other night, I was trying to explain to someone that people as a whole and individually are too complex to try to categorize as right or wrong, good or evil. Truth is subjective; you would be wasting your breath and effort, trying to prove most subjects as universal truth.

Of course, the person completely dismissed what I was saying, so I wasted my own breath and effort right there XD


Yeah.


One o’clock-ish my time on Wednesday, I believe, Kate called me and started telling me about all this ruckus that was happening up in Journal Square, with police roping off streets practically to where we lived, and helicopters and even police from NY. The story above is pretty much the full story of what happened. It’s funny to think that had I stayed in Jersey and continued to go to Hudson, I would have been evacuated, prolly in the middle of some class. That particular jewelry store is only a few doors down from the math building, and is right across from the Halal chicken store with the green awning, which has a path behind it to the PATH station. I know that area pretty well.

It’s also kind of funny to think that I lived only one block over from Sip Ave, a main road in which other stuffs happened that really shouldn’t have.

And to think that I am homesick. *half grins and shakes head*

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