One of those Merin days…

Haven’t had one of these in a while. Since July I think, actually. So it really has been a while. My dad went to India today, and I don’t know if it has much to do with this, but I started off with a beautifully enlightening conversation with my dear Ankur, about which I will write about soon, but I won’t be able to until I get this out of my mind. For some reason, I had a rain cloud following me all bloody day.

I felt like it was Crows and Locusts in one day. Let me write basically how I felt,

See the murder, and the swarm descend. The night is getting thick, the moon turning her tricks she’ll betray you every time.

It was the year, the crows and the locusts came. The fields drained dry the rain, the fields are bleeding. It was the age, the foxes came for the fields. We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel and prayed for mercy, prayed for Mercy.

I know I’m pretty strange. Once I know someone well, then we’re close and I can’t hide much from them. But I am the MOST socially awkward person that I have ever known. And its always been easier to write than talk about just stuff for me.

I just… sorta really wish I had someone like Allison or Michelle here,who I am able to talk to. Or Ankur, Ankur you know me before I know me… I know you know what I mean. But I don’t and then it piles up and randomly comes out. I always wonder if it is the whole mother thing or just because I’m me… I don’t know. I don’t know a lot of things. And its REALLY weird because I don’t know how to tell people things, like I told people I was fine at work, because I didn’t know how to explain that I wasn’t ok, cause it’s not like I know how to fix it right?

I don’t even know why I’m having this day where I just feel like crap. Maybe I should get a shrink.  So yeah, just putting it out there and off my chest.

Now I can write about more important things. Because sometimes I am really selfish and my problems are nothing compared to the suffering that people go through every day around the world. I am just going to have to suck it up and live, not much else to do anyways, because I don’t quit, people who know me well, know that I don’t quit. I am not a quitter, and I no matter how difficult I have it, I’m not quitting on life.

Actually I feel much better now. I’m listening to Shadowfeet also by Brooke Fraser and there are a few lines I get now. I really get it!

When the world is falling out from under me, I’ll be found in you, still standing.

When my world is falling apart, I should talk to Jesus about it, I just… I don’t know to talk to people… I think I’m going to start writing letters to him then. I’ll do that. I like that idea. Alright, I have a solution I believe!

You make all things new, you makes all thing new.

He can make me new, a better person!

Every fear and accusation, under my feet, when time and space are through, I’ll be found in you!

I’m gonna be okay, I know it! I just feel so much better, after writing this! And listening to that song. I get it. I’m gonna be just fine.

Take this ocean of pain that is mine, throw me a lifeline. There’s ocean obstructing me and God and it’s breaking me, what else could? I gotta fix this! Be back soon!

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Running off on a Tangent

I was originally gong to post part 2 of Time. . But I'm easily distracted:)

I love the Doctor. He's the best idea since sliced bread. He’s the Lord of Time. And unfortunately, the last one.

I was watching reruns of "The Last of the Time Lords' and had to stop the video when the Doctor wept for the Master. He was the sort of man who forgave his arch-enemy because they were the last time lords in existence. The Doctor held this silly hope that he and the Master world spend the rest of eternity together, locked up, "finally in peace or battling across the stars.

He just didn't want to be alone.

The depth of loneliness, I just couldn't fathom it. It broke my heart.

Imagine being the very last human being in the Universe. The whole of the universe, 156 billion light years, countless different worlds and peoples and lives; and not a single one like you. If I could comprehend that notion, that idea even a fraction of it in my head… to be the last of your kind. I'd go mad with loneliness too. And it isn't even the worst for US because we're human. We'll live at the most a hundred years, then we can surrender to sweet death. Can the Doctor?

Not unless he was trying to. He's the Doctor, a Time Lord, he doesn't die just like that. And he’s not a coward. He wouldn’t give up on life. So he lives on. He remembers. He carries the burden of an entire species on his shoulders.

Imagine the horror, the despair, the pain. The survivors guilt.

Above all, the loneliness.

Time… and other anomalies (Part I)

Location: Not Guilty Restaurant, Oerlikon, Zürich

Mood: I don’t know yet.

Music: All Love- Ingrid Michaelson

 

WARNING: I was going to use internet and properly cite all the information here, but seeing as the Not Guilty Restaurant internet is refusing to connect me, well, any mistakes here I blame my boss. Wait he pays me, no I blame the internet. I am Not Guilty. (Wasn’t that pretty genius? I know. And the Master thinks he’s going to be supreme ruler of the universe. Right.)

 

This particular thought has been running like a crazy rabbit around my brain for a couple years now. It’s something that I give a couple minutes of a week to and then forget about all over again. It’s something I don’t really want to think about, but it never lets me forget that it’s there, that it’s the truth and something I don’t particularly want to acknowledge.

Lets go to the beginning of this whole monster of a thought monstrosity. Well, not the real beginning, no one has actually been there, but it does cover us. The very background of the birth of the universe, echoing in every part of the universe called Microwave Background Radiation. But I digress. Let’s return to a more reason beginning.

Grade 12, Physics with Mr. Whisen in Canada. I love Mr. Whisen, he is one of those teachers who know how to get his students truly interested and amazed by a subject many deem too complicated or simply boring. While studying the history of physics, I realized that at a certain point in the 1800’s, Physics had become a dead science. Scientists were of the assumption that all knowledge about the universe, in the most physical sense of the word that is, was unlocked and open to them all, and focused their efforts on the other sciences, like biology and earth sciences. Geology became quite popular. Physics got stuck in the middle of the pile of things that were labeled ‘been there, done that’.

Boy were they wrong.

The little tiger that blew the old physics universe apart is called Blackbody Radiation. I don’t really want to explain a lot of it except that its called Blackbody Radiation. It does this thing that Classical Physics (the old Physics) couldn’t explain. In fact, it went against the very rules of Classical Physics. That was when Einstein and some other scientists came along with the Wave-Particle Duality of Light. Anyways, come the early mid nineties, Physicists are thrown into the world on Quantum Physics, of bosons and neutrinos and so much uncertainty (Heisenberg would’ve loved that). Particles refused to be where they should be, the possibility that matter could appear and disappear (stamping on the withered foot of the laws of conversation of mass, energy and what not).

Suddenly, the world that had seemed simple was completely foreign. Suddenly everything seemed possible. math showed that without multiple (as in 11 + dimensions), some coiling into others in such intricate designs, the universe might not exist. Could it be possible that the universe is actually made up of strings? That we might exist in post one of countless universe in the membrane (or brane) of a multiversity Nobody knows. And everyone is fighting about it.

The only thing they all agree about is this: the universe is stranger and more frightening than ever before. . .

Douglas Adams wrote in his “Hitchhikers Guide” that if someone where to ever discover how this universe worked and exactly what itwas for, H would be instantly replaced with something even stranger. Bullseye.

Now, I know that was ridiculously long for an intro I but I’ve decided to blog about this and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’ve get 2 years worth of ideas swarming in my head. I’ve been told that I’ve got quite the dangerous brain. Let’s put it to work then.

For now, I’m signing off, I’ll be back with Part II soon enough.

Cheers.

Update: I totally got connection right now, but seeing as its the day after I wrote this, and this has got more to do with philosophy-ness that science, I’ll let you all correct any mistakes out there! Its a bit like String Theory this note, science and philosophy… thank God I have no flamers!

Lemonade

Long story short, I was watching Grandma's House, when I thought I'd check twitter which ended up leading me here. I read my last post...

only to realize that it read like it was written by a child dizzy on lemonade (yes, I stole that from Noel Fielding!)

I don't think there is an actual point to this blogpost. I reading One Piece too! There is something sooo good about a reading a chapter of a manga that hasn't been out for the last 4 weeks... its like when you're a kid, and you get a birthday present from that crazy rich uncle of yours who's never around, but FINALLY shows up.

Its like meeting Willy Wonka... or something like that.

I spend that day cooking and cleaning, and feeling 10 years my age. Mind you, that'd make me only 28... but I assume 28 years old do a lot of that... at least the ones I know do... I don't know how adults do it... its like cleaning day in and day out... thank God I'm irresponsible enough to leave it until I'm sneezing of dust before I clean. Imagine how clean this house would be, and how annoyed I would be, if I was 28...

Let's not go down that particular alley. I'm going to watch Simon Amstell and laugh till I miss gothic detectiveness and switch to Russell and Noel.

Speaking of Noel Fielding, I started watching The Mighty Boosh! 15 people on Noel's hair.. I love him! Random quote from episode 2 Mutants 'Don't touch the hair!'

British Humour!

It has been a bloody long while my readers... whoever is out there that is. There is a reason for this and by the time you learn it I will be safe in Isengard!

Ja. You guessed it. I'm reading Lord of the Rings.

On to more important issues! I've been watching a lot of British panel shows lately. Like Never Mind the Buzzcocks and QI. Mainly NMTB!

First I watched it due to the Doctor Who themed episode, then I saw a few Simon Amstell episodes and he's chocolate fudging hilarious! And if that didn't top it, then came Noel Fielding, who is the most adorably cruel in a most sexy of ways man that I have ever seen on television. I am getting ahead of myself!

First of all, NMTB is a panel show about pop music. It first had 17 series with Mark Lamarr who is terribly brilliant in that no-he-didn't-! sort of way, then Simon Amstell came who made Britney Spears cry (on Pop World not NMTB). He was socially very very disturbingly awkward in a way that made me adore him. This makes no difference as to what I think of him, but he is gay, and there is an episode where he is discussing female genitalia with Stephen Fry who is also gay... hilarious! He's more clever-funny that hehe-funny. Where you know you are laughing at yourself and not just laughing. I love it! UNFORTUNATELY, he left!

But we got quite the jewel after that, as seen on his awesome awesome CLOAK! That'd be Noel bloody Fielding for you! Noel is the most adorable man I have ever seen on TV. It's hard to imagine a 37 year old man being adorable, (then again, David Tennant does it with no difficulty!) but there is a part where he smashes this satsuma into pieces, and what I noticed was that while the others were laughing, Noel had his face covered, saying 'I have absolutely no idea why I did that!' Spontaneous? Probably. Hilarious? Definitely!

Noel Fielding is officially my new celebrity crush. It was David Tennant for a freakish long time, and then Benedict Cumberbatch for the first 10 minutes of Sherlock (till I wikipediaed him and realized that he was older that my dad), and Ed Byrne till I realized he was married... silly I know, but I can't like a celebrity who's involved with someone, its not something I can actually explain, but the moment I realize they're involved, they remain awesome and I love their work and all, but the click is gone:P

And its not like a proper crush where I dream of him or something, I just think he's brilliant and should be put on a -get-drunk-and-do-unspeakable-things-with list somewhere! And I love his clothes!

He's with Russell Brand a lot, and honestly, Russell is cool. He's funny, and articulate. I love that he uses a full arsenal of vocabulary just to be funny! You know he isn't stupid, but sometimes, his funny is too much. I don't mind it, but I like Noel's better... dunno why...:D

Who else? Loved Ed Byrne, he's sarcastic and Irish, which I love! (like Graham Norton, who I also love!) Thats a special brand of humour, I tell ya'll!

Okay, I'm done, that was fun!

Dabbling

Location: Kilchberg

Music: Viva la Vida – Coldplay – Viva la Vida or Death and all his Friends

Mood: Viva la Vida!

Let me quote Ianto Jones from Torchwood by saying that I dabble when it comes to music. From Ciara to Nightwish and Yanni to Tokio Hotel and Hillsong to AC/DC or some A.R. Rahman, I’m open-minded. I’m not hating on saying people who refuse to listen to anything but Rock or only Rap, that’s fine by me. Music is personal, and you should be able to choose how it works for you. Enjoy it! I had a friend Heather, who told me that Fall Out Boy sucked for not being half as good as the good old bands like Foreigner. I was 15, felt like an idiot for listening to Fall Out Boy. What people need to realize is that it’s not that same thing, Foreigner is amazing, but Fall Out Boy is a fun, let me just feel like a kid again sort of band:)

(Of course there is awful music out there, has anyone heard cough cough k$sha? Because that’s exactly what impressionable children of today need to see, right? Yeah. Please note the sarcasm)

Anyways, the point is, I dabble.

I’m just sort of dancing upon clouds of music and settling on whatever tickles my fancy. Then I sort of decide to lie on the cloud for a couple of weeks, or months, or years. When I picked up Hillsong, I stayed there for a full year and some. Never really got over them, I still get so excited when they release a new one… What I’m trying to explain is that I don’t get bored with music and move along, I still like whatever I listened to before. I think I grow with the musicians I listen to. For example, I want to note Hilary Duff. I adored her first CD Metamorphism when it came out. Nowadays, the songs are very memory-enticing but nothing more, I don’t relate well to them anymore… however, I do with her newer CD’s. Then there’s music I didn’t understand and do now. Coldplay during like 2002(I was 10), was exquisitely dark and melancholic and abrasive and I think I just wasn’t mature enough to understand them, so I put them in a pile of strange music I should come back to.

They were a cloud I skipped off of, and I just landed back onto them. It’s still exquisitely dark and melancholic, and beautiful. When I listen to their music, I get a feel of 1850’s London, of this very dark and angsty (but not a Simple Plan, teenager angst sort of way). It’s a rainy day in London, everybody is dressed up in uncomfortable clothes that nobody wants to wear, lots of black, lots of fog and haziness and just plain confusion on the dirty streets of London.

Sometimes I get stuck on songs, and at them moment it is Viva la Vida by Coldplay,

"Viva La Vida" soars in with a grandiose instrumental arrangement and sweeping lyrics detailing the pain of being deposed from a lofty position. The big sound of the song constantly verges on becoming overblown, but Coldplay know how to walk the tightrope perfectly. Bells and chimes and orchestral swells are all there on the chorus, but Chris Martin's voice still pierces through like a clarion call. Lyrically, the pain of the protagonist is clear, but the sweep of words about Jerusalem bells, Roman cavalry, and Saint Peter give "Viva La Vida" an air of intelligence rare in today's most popular pop songs.

—Bill Lamb, About.com.

 

I will probably be on this cloud for a VERY long time, I’ve got 4 albums to go through.

Vincent and the Doctor

People who know me know that I don’t know jack about art. I can do manga, when I’m bored or in my most artistic moments, but for the most part, going to the Kunsthaus here in Zürich just makes me feel uneducated.

I look at art, and I see what I see, I don’t see the different styles and patterns or the distinct signature works of who knows who. I see a mother and child, or pretty angles, or nice colours. And that might make me ignorant, but let me tell you something special.

My little sisters crayon drawings are ten times more wonderful and amazing and touching than any van Gogh.

So I don’t want to. I don’t want to analyse art,  I just want to enjoy it. I don’t want to spend my live surrounded by beautiful art.

But I have one exception. Van Gogh.

Of course, this leads back to Doctor Who.

Here’s the quote that I adored from Vincent:

Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lighter blue. [the starscape slowly transforms into "The Starry Night"] And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

That is our universe, and van Gogh saw such beauty in it that I wish I could be there, with the Doctor and Amy and van Gogh, holding his hand and seeing his world.

Then this one:

[The Doctor has taken the Vincent forward in time to the van Gogh exhibition in Museé d'Orsay, 2010]

The Doctor: Dr Black? We met a few days ago; I asked you about The Church at Auvers.

Dr Black: Ah, yes; glad to be of help. You were nice about my tie.

The Doctor: And today is another cracker if I may say so. [steering Dr Black into Vincent's vicinity] But I just wondered between you and me in 100 words where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?

Dr Black: Well... big question, but to me, van Gogh is the finest painter of them all; certainly the most popular great painter of all time: The most beloved; his most command of colour; the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstacy and joy and magnificence of our world... no-one had ever done it before. Perhaps no-one ever will again. To my mind that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.

[Vincent, already in shock, starts breaking down in tears]

Doctor: Vincent, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, is it too much?

Vincent: No, they are tears of joy! Thank you sir, thank you. [kisses Dr Black in gratitude] Sorry about the beard.

Heartbreaking that he died… but those words describe van Gogh completely… amazing!

Typing Speed Test

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New Blog!

Hey People!!

I should write about Doctor Who because a whole bunch of ideas are running around in my head! But I just wanted to quickly note that my German blog is up and running!

It's called: Zurich durch Merins Augen

That is, Zurich through Merin's Eyes.

Anyways, will post something new soon...

Merin

DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE!!

OMG OMG OMG OMG. I can’t wait its today!! Will write about it later I have to get it first OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I could really use a wish right now

Location: Kilchberg, Zürich

Mood: Alright

Music: Airplanes – B.O.B. Ft. Hayley Williams

I usually don’t love Rap… to tell you the truth, I kinda basically sorta hate it to hueco mundo and beyond.

But I heard something that really touched me. I’m just going to post it because I don’t actually know why it touches me.

Could we pretend that airplanes in the night sky were like shooting stars,

I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.

I would also do anything to pretend that I got a wish or two right now, but I’m wishing on airplanes here, people. And hoping to God it’s not going to crash on me.

Die Sommer ist endlich hier!!!!

Ort: Kilchberg, Zürich

Musik: Waka Waka (This Time For Africa!!)

Gefühl: verärgert, weil mein Internet so langsam ist!!!!!!

Heute hat meinen Vater mir gesagt, pass darauf auf, dass du nicht zu dunkel wirst, denn niemand aus Indien wird mich heiraten. Bleh.

DANN habe ich gedacht, dass es so komisch ist, dass die Leute hier gebraunt werden wollen, und wir Inder heller werden wollen.

Egal ob wir Inder oder Kanadier oder Schweizer sind, sind wir nie zufrieden, eh?

Wenn ich gebraunter Haut will, soll ich es nicht, weil dass nicht akzeptabel ist… warum sollen wir wegen unseres Ausehens beurteilt werden? Wie ist das fair? Wenn ich dunkler wäre, würde ich nicht dummer werden!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ich werde das NIE verstehen!!!

Muss schlafen, sonst werde ich morgen bis zum 19uhr schlafen:)

Keeping a fun face on is chocolate fudging hard. Period.

Location: Uster, by Sanaa's house waiting for my bus which is coming in half an hour.
Music: iPod is dead.
Mood: Like my heart just shattered.

Today was awesome. I met a couple friends of Sanaa and Chris's. One is hilarious and had to deal with most of my craziness, the other is Indian and reminds me of a really good friend who I missed today. I went a little crazy, had a crapload of java. End of the day, Sanaa told me to keep being such a happy person.

I'm kinda really glad only Allison and co read my blog cause this hurts like a witch spelled wrong. I am not okay today.

Today, for the first time in all of my short but crazy 18 years... I missed my mom. I always say, I don't need a mom, I don't remember her and I don't know what it is like to even have one. What do moms do? What are you looking at me for, I don't know. How the heck should I know I don't have one. Didn't really matter to me. I loved being an independent girl, loved being a mom to Josh so early. Baby brother if you are reading this I adore you, you are so sweet and loving and I'm sorry I know I can be really freaking hard on you, I just don't know how to be a big sister and a mom at the same time. I'm so sorry cause I can't tell you what mom was like, I can't be like her because I have no idea who she was.

I've put on a brave face all day, and I feel like crap, worse that crap. I feel awful. I have never missed my mom, never missed a mother. Today I was sitting in Greifensee. That is where my mom learned to ride a bike. That is where she took me as a child. Not that I remember, but my dad does. I'm hurting and I don't know how to talk about it. I don't want to talk about it. I want to write about it, and have you understand that I am not crazy, I'm just putting on a mask, and my mask is caffeine induced craziness. And I do remember being real sad about my grandpa dying, and falling in and out of love. And let me tell you, love is a cold-hearted bitch.

But that was nothing compared to today.

I felt like shit, God why did you do this to me? I'm not angry at him as much as I am confused and wondering why he would break me. I could have been a normal kid, grew up here, and did whatever. But no, I just have to be the one to be fat and awkward and motherless and broken and it's not fair. But that is how life goes baby. I gotta get over it, make me stronger and pray to God I don't harden up. I want to be the happy person I was today without the craziness. I want to be stronger and not hurt for stupid reasons. I want my mom, I want her to tell me that it's okay, it's life, move along. I don't want to inherit just her face and her sickness, I want to inherit her heart- and when I die, I want people who knew me to talk about me the way they talk about my mom. Don't tell I'm too young to talk about my death, I've known death all my life, its been behind me and laughing at me so long as I can remember.

I was okay most of the day, then I had someone ask me if my mom was calling to call me home. Most kids are like darn it my mom wants me home by this time and this place and blah blah blah. I would never say that, if it was, it was because my mom was worried, and she loves me and she wants to take care of me and wants me safe. I was like no, it was my dad. It sucked, because I can never say, "hold on its my mom" So sons and daughters, don't ever complain when your mom fusses about you, she loves you, she worries about you and there are men and women out there who would give anything to have that.

I don't love my mom. I don't know her to love her. I want my mom. And I want something that my dad can't give me, he's got five other kids and I'm the eldest, I should be helping, not causing trouble. And I do have a stepmom, and its not the same. I used to think, if that's what a mom is like, I don't want one. But that's not a mom, that's a stepmom, and I'm a luckier Cinderella minus the Knight in Shining Armour.

AHHHHHH I am such a drama queen. I can't help it, I've never felt so bad in my life. I'll shut up now. But you all gotta know something. I'm not the happiest camper around and if I seem too much like it, please just let me be, I don't want to talk about it, I'd rather write about it. Read about it later, don't tell me I'm crazy, I know it already.

Sanaa, Chris, Martin and Rajiv I love you for that, you let me be me and just smiled through the strangeness.

One day I'll get over it. I will, because its me, so thanks.

Gotta catch me a bus home.

NUMB3RS got cancelled?????

Location: Kilchberg, Zürich

TV: Devil Card, Numb3rs

Mood: Disappointed and Annoyed

I cannot believe this. I was checking sidereel on the what deal was with Numb3rs and oh-for-Riemans-sake it was bloody cancelled! What the dickens is going on here? Numb3rs is a brilliant show, it used real math, works with TI, the stories are brilliant and it bloody got cancelled!!! This is the world of Ridley Scott!! Who produced Gladiator! I am so annoyed right now that I cannot think straight…

Sunflowers

 

I freaking love them. It is ridiculous how badly I used to dislike yellow, and how much I adore sunflowers. I know, crazy lock me up and throw away the key already.

They`re just big and yellow and tall and bright. And they grow all over Kilchberg, and I haven't seen any in Oetwil am See… but I know I will soon enough.

HOWEVER: There is a reason behind the freakiness. A logic behind the craziness. That is right. There is a reason.

I know, crazy eh? Since when does Merin Chacko that is right Merin Chacko ever have a reason for anything? What is the world coming to? Well according to Sam and Dean Winchester, its the Apocalypse baby (THANK GOD THEY STOPPED THAT ONE: GO ERIC KRIPKE!!!). As for the real world, well… I am probably just breathing up too much volcano dust here in Europe.

Alrighty, to get the the point. The Answer. The 42 of this particular post.

Think about it, why are these flowers called sunflowers? Because they always face the sun. They orient themselves and move according to where the sun moves. These are, cultured sunflowers that is. For some reason, wild sunflowers do not exhibit heliotropism. Funny, eh? I always think of it like this: Two types of people, ones who have been found and their seeds nurtured, feed with the world of God and taken care of. People who orient their lives towards their creator and their sustenance. Then the wild ones, who haven't quite gotten there yet.

If I need a role model for anything, it would be sunflowers. Their sustenance and life is the sun, they follow its every movement as the earth moves around. God is our daily bread, OF COURSE we should be like his sunflowers, following him in every way. It reminds me of the song by ´Hillsong London, Follow the Son (or Sun:P)

I follow the Son
You’re the only One
Let Your kingdom come
I’m giving it all
To the One I love
I follow the Son
Jesus holy One
Let Your will be done
I give it all to You
You are everything to me

I am just excited that I found yet another connection in my daily life to God. I should get brownie points!

The Importance of Reading

Location: Kilchberg, Zürich

Music: It´s Your Love - Hillsong - Faith + Hope + Love

Mood: lazy... sleepy

If I have to think about how I learned English as a child, it easily goes back to the Rosemeade Elementary School's Library in Dallas. I remember the Librarians freaking out as they watched a 10 year carry a pile of books taller than herself out the door.

I love reading.

I love romance, adventure, animal stories, manga, manhwa, comics, history. I adore fantasy. And I like non-fiction.

I will read J.K. Rowling, and Ursula Leguine, Tolkien and Kenneth Opel. Al Gore and Barack Obama. Douglas Adams is a literary genius, and Margaret Atwood? Tell me you didn't like Oryx and Crake. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseine broke my heart. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants made me fall of the chair in laughter. Kathy Reichs' unbelievably concocted forensic investigations have me not sleeping at night, but that is NOTHING compared to what James Patterson writes. Or see that even though the story was a brilliant idea, Stephanie Meyer can't write for her life.

Basically, I am the closest possible representation of Hermione Jane Granger. A muggle version of course.

The basic reason why I've just had a conversation inside my head as to what my favourite book is, and why I'm in total bookworm mode- is that I've picked up some books in German. Now don't freak yet, it´s only The Philospher's Stone (or... Der Stein der Weise) and Kathy Reichs' Knochen zu Asche (Bones to Ashes)... but it's fun, and I am definitely learning. It can be rather hysteric for example, when Hagrid is speaking in German- I can't help but imagine him with a swiss german dialect because of his west country accent! Or Draco with a Berlin accent, simply because its such a clear accent, and I would expect that arrogant Pure-Blood freak to speak with strong t's and what not.

Albus Dumbledore would have a Bremen accent. I really hope to God that my german teacher doesn't read that part... though he has only seen the first movie, I might have nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, keeping my fingers crossed:)

I really need to watch the movies in German.

So any ways, Verwandlungen- Tranfiguration. I love it.

Enough said.

Kritik: Doctor Who

Der Fernseh-Serie mit dem Titel ,,Doctor Who'' wurde im Jahr 1963 von dem Regisseur Sydney Newman gedreht. Diese Serie ist die längstlaufende Sci-Fi Serie der Wekt, Von 1994 bis 2005 gab es ein Hiatus, aber auch heute gibt es auf BBC Doctor Who.

Es handelt um einem Zeitreisender, der nur als ,,Der Doktor" bekannt ist. Er ist ein Ausserirdischer (ein Time Lord) von Planeten Gallifrey. Es ist etwa 900 Jahre alt und der letzte der Time Lords, die älteste Wesen des Universums. Durch die Jahrzehnte haben schon elf Schauspieler die Rolle des Doktors gespielt. Das ist doch möglich und kein ,,Jump the Shark", weil er als Time Lord eine ganz spezielle Eigenschaft hat. Er ist unsterblich, aber es gibt einen Nachteil. Jedes Mal, wenn er in tödlicher Gefahr ist, kann er sich heilen. Dadurch bekommt er einen neuen Körper und eine ziemlich verschiedene Persönlichkeit. Mit dieser Idee überlebt die Serie, weil es NIE langweilig wird. Der der zeitige Doktor wird von Matt Smith gespielt. Er ist seit 2 Monaten der elfte Doktor.

Der Handlung könnte man in wenigen Sätzen so zusammenfassen: In jeder Staffel gibt es einen neuen ,,Companion" einen Menschen, der mit dem Doktor in seiner Zeitmaschine (TARDIS) durch Zeit und Raum fährt. Im ,,Doktor Who" - Universum wird der Mensch durch das ganze Universum fahren und das allmächtigste Wesen sein. (Er weiss es, weil er in die Zukunft schon gefahren ist). Er sieht die Time Lords im Menschen und liebt die Erde. Aber im Laufe der Zeit kommen viele Aliens zur Erde, um den Menschen zu zerstören, aber der Doktor und seine Companions retten die Welt jedes Mal. Manchmal geht die Episode um andere Planeten, die er retten wird. Normalerweise gehen die Zeitreisenden irgendwohin, um etwas interessantes und eigenartiges zu erleben, oder um Spass zu haben. Dann plötzlich kommt irgendein Problem, und so beginnt das Adenteuer, die Welt zu retten. Der Doktor ist eine Genie, aber in jeder Episode wird es klar, dass er ein Time Lord mit Idealen ist. Er ist eine umberechenbare clowneske Person, die eine Quelle grössten Alters, Weisheit, Ernst und sogar Dunkelheit versteckt. Die Special-Effekts sind nicht die Besten, aber der Doktor ist so eine interessante Figur, dass man kaum uninteressiert bleiben kann. Seine Idealen sind es, die ihn zum Vorbild machen. Er hat Mitgefühl, er ist ein glühender Pazifist, und hat sich ganz der Erhaltung des fühlenden Lebens, menschlich oder anderweitig, gewidmet. Es ist nicht die Geschichte (obwohl sie auch ganz interessant ist), die Doktor Who so erfolgreich macht, sondern den Rätsel das der Doktor darstellt. Der Doktor ist zeitlos, deswegen ist er ein Vorbild für Jung und Alt in Grossbritannien und um der Welt.

,,Doktor Who" ist meiner Meinung nach sehr Lehrreich, denn der Doktor hat uns immer eine Idee oder eine Philosophie zu lehren. Ich denke, dass er wie ein alter, gütiger Vater ist. Was passierte, wenn man einfach sehr alte und gütig und ganz total allein wäre? Wenn man so viel Gewalt, Krieg und Leid gesehen hätte? Der Doktor ist nicht bitter geworden. Wenn er nur so alt und gütig und der letzte seiner Art wäre, könnte er nicht einfach da stehen und zusehen, wenn die Kinder nach Hilfe weinen. Was für einen Vater tut das? Wir müssen ihm wie der Ameisen erscheinen, wie wir auf unserem Planeten laufen und unser eigenes Ding machen. Der Doktor existiert nicht, aber mir ist die Idee, dass es jemanden gibt, der sich um unsere Welt kümmert, dass mir geschützt gefühlt macht.

Diese Serie ist nicht nur ganz gutes Sci-Fi... es ist zeitlos und berührt das Herz. Meiner Meinung nach der Mensch ist durch ,,Doktor Who" total verändert. Manchmal wenn ich die Zukunft der ,,Doktor Who"- Welt sehe, bin ich noch mehr ermutigt, unsere Welt zu verändern, damit wir nicht so eine schlimme Zukunft hätten. Ich sehe viele TV-Serien (Tja, vielleicht zu viel) wie House, Bones, Fringe, Supernatural, usw. Aber nur mit ,,Doktor Who" lerne ich, mich zu verbessern.

- Merin Chacko

Meine Prognose: Die Welt im Jahre 2100

Die Welt im Jahre 2100 wird ganz anders sein als heute. Alles wird sich ändern, von dem was wir essen und trinken dazu wie wir wohnen, fahren und arbeiten. Im Jahre 2100 werden wir durch IV essen und trinken. Wir werden alle Vitamine und Minerale durch IV bekommen, weil es günstiger und schneller als Essen ist. Wir werden auch nicht nur auf der Erde wohnen, sondern auch darunter und auch unterwasser und auf dem Mars. Wir wohnen mehr unter der Erde alse darauf, deswegen wird die Erde wie früher, voll mit Leben und Natur. Die Umweltsysteme können alles wiederverwerten und haben holographische Technologie, damit man ganz natürlich fühlen kann, als ob man auf der Erde wäre.

Die Unterwelt-und-wasser-Bahn (UWWB) wird das wichtigste Verkehrsmittel. Man wird damit von New York nach Hong Kong durch die Erde fahren können, und es wird nur 30 minuten dauern. Das wird die Arbeit wirklich ändern. Man wird am Morgen einen Termin in Tokio haben und nachher yu einer Konfereny in Toronto gehen. Die Wirtschaftliche Welt wird noch internationaler sein. Man wird auch auf dem Mars arbeiten, wo man Wasser gefunden haben wird. Geschäfte werden auch ywischen den Planeten abgewickelt. Am Schluss wird es klar, obwohl das Meschengeschlecht weiter gekommen ist als emals früher, wird es auch enger als emals früher.

Ich freue mich darauf, dass das Menschengeschlecht lernen wird, sich um die Welt zu kümmern und ihr Priorität zu geben. Ich freue mich auch darauf, dass wir so ein innovatives Geschlecht sein werden, und dass wir so viel mehr Kenntinisse haben werden.

Earth Day

A living planet is a much more complex metaphor for deity than just a bigger father with an even bigger fist.  If an omniscient, all-powerful Dad ignores your prayers, it's taken personally.  Hear only silence long enough, and you start wondering about his power.  His fairness.  His very existence.  But if a world mother doesn't reply, Her excuse is simple.  She never claimed conceited omnipotence.  She has countless others clinging to her apron strings, including myriad species unable to speak for themselves.  To Her elder offspring She says - go raid the fridge.  Go play outside.  Go get a job. Or, better yet, lend me a hand.  I have no time for idle whining.

… and that basically summarizes my entire view of earth and environmental responsibility.

I hope everyone was extra-super-conscious of being environmentally conscious and responsible. April 22nd is Earth Day, and this entire week was actually Earth Week. I am a fan of Earth Day because it is a day where we celebrate the Earth. Its beauty and fragility that man can’t seem to grasp. It’s the very thoughts and handiwork of God Himself. Earth, his Masterpiece. Environmentalists blame Christians because many Christians take on the belief that man has complete control of the planet, and if we destroy it, being God’s favourites- it’s fine… because he’s building a new home for us. These are the Christians I would like to call the  thick-headed, self-righteous, pompous Pharisees of the 20th Century.

We are not the spoiled youngest child in the family who gets away with everyone. No way in hell, heaven or anywhere else buddy. It is simply our insufferable arrogance that assumes that it’s all there for us simply to enjoy. We are not entitled to the planet. We are responsible for it. He put the animals under our control, not for us to exploit it and not give a shit about them, but to take care of them. He cares for the hungry sparrow, why wouldn’t he care for his every small creation? We have a responsibility, and it’s time we stepped up to it.

Now we can pick a day a year, talk about what needs to be done, and then wait till next year because we didn’t have the time to finish what needed to be done, and after all- Earth Day is for the Earth, the rest is for us to do what we please with it. One day a year for the planet from which we take our very sustenance, without which we could not have survived. She shields us from UV Rays and produces the very air we breathe. What do we do in return? We give her a day a year.

This might sound a bit cliché, but here’s the deal.

Every single day on Earth is Earth Day.

Every single day should be lived to minimize our ecological footprint as much as possible. Every single day should we be “eco-friendly” and “green”… Because if Earth decided, alright then, only April 22nd is Human Day. I’ll give them air and water, and protect them for the day. Guess what, we’d be dead, UV-roasted, suffocating, dehydrated meat.

Do not mess with Mother Nature. She knows what she’s doing. And you know what, forget it. Forget the help part. She doesn’t want your help. She doesn’t want you to take care of her children, our siblings oh no- she just wants us to stop murdering them.

HAITI

Ort: Kilchberg

Musik: What Have We Become? – Daughtry

Stimmung: Spekulativ

HAITI:

Früher schrieb ich dieses Post über Haiti.

Ich schrieb, ,,unsere Welt ist ein Chaos. Sie braucht Rechtmässigkeit. Sie braucht Hilfe. Aber wenn nicht jetzt, dann WANN? Wenn nicht uns, dann WER? Ich, und ihr auch.’’

Ich schrieb auch, dass man viel Geld für Haiti gegeben hat. Trotzdem hungern die Kinder. Trotzdem wohnen die arme Bewohner in Zelten. Wo geht das Geld, dass die Welt in diesem Land ergossen haben?

Meine Freundin war 3 Monaten in Haiti  and hat mir viel darüber erzählt. Sie hat mit ihrer Schwester Reis und andere Lebensmittel verteilt. Manche Leute hat ihr gesagt, ,,unsere Familie ist sehr gross, bitte geben Sie mehr.” Und meine Freundin, weil sie Mitgefühl hatte, gaben die Leute viel. Aber einmal als sie nichts zum Essen hatte und nach Essen suchen ging, sah sie einen Man, für den sie viel gratis Reis gegeben hat. Sie hat ihn befragt, was er machte. Er sagte, dass er Reis 10$/Kilo verkauft, und dass er nicht weniger akzeptiert.

Leila hat ihm dieses Reis komplet gratis gegeben, und danach musste sie für dieses Reis bezahlen.

Ich habe gehört, dass Angst zeigt, was wirklich  in jemandes Herzen geschieht. Manchmal macht Angst Menschen wie Paul Rusesabagina während des ruandischen Völkermördes. Manchmal haben wir Menschen wie die in Haiti.

Das Problem ist nicht mehr, dass mit jedem Paar Hände, die in die Welt kommt, kommt es auch ein hungriger Magen. Vielmehr ist es, dass diese Hände zu scharfen Ellbogen verbunden kommen. (Michael L. Fischer, 1990)

Es is unglaublich traurig, dass man immer selbstsüchtiger wird. Aber was mir wirklich schockiert, ist dass dies keine Überraschung ist. Und? Was? Die Welt geht noch um. Leute leben und sterben. Kindern lacheln and weinen. Kriegen werden geführt. Der Mensch wird immer kälter und kälter. Und logischer, und kluger… bis er nicht mehr ein Mensch ist.

Und wisst ihr was?  Das ist Entwicklung, das ist Fortschritt. Es ist gut.

Oder was?

Writing in German

Apologies, this note is just as structured as the last one, so basically- it’s not. So, apologies for the last note as well… just realized how freaky that note actually is… until I watched the part where the 11th Doctor chastised the Altraxi again… (“basically, run!” ahaha)

I need to get AWAY from the Sci-Fi… Wait no.

Not my fault that the best shows and books are SCI FI, that’s right people, I am not insane, unless we look at the whole Hitler thing in Grade 10 History, and Counting on You.

Right, moving on.

DOCTOR WHO, loving it. Okay, I do have better things to write about than the super awesome show even if its super awesome and super awesomeness should be noted. (Awesomeness is totally a word, at least to me and one Laura Brown, so there)

Anyways, for those of you T.O’ers who have been reading the blog for a while (Send me Timmy’s or I swear I will turn to the Starbucks side!), remember how I said I was going to start another German blog? Yeah I lied. I’m too lazy to create a new template for a brand new German blog and convert everything, and then when it’s all pretty- still have to deal with fudged German grammar and prepositions…LET’S NOT EVEN GET STARTED ON ADJEKTIV ENDINGS…

Instead, me being my awesome genius future-world-dominating (See:Grade 10 History)self… naturally came up with a genius idea. It is so genius, that I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier…. whatever. It was still genius of me, just late genius. Just because of lack of coffee, or I would’ve done this much earlier.

I’m just going to post simultaneously in German and in English. That way it’ll all show up on my Facebook, where you guys read it, and I won’t have to make a new blog and connect it to Facebook, because frankly, I can’t remember how to do it, and I don’t have a single reason as to why I should do so anyways.

I don’t think I’ll be just writing things in German and translating into English, or vice versa- again with the too bothersome idea (I sound like crap-what’s-his-name-the-dude-in-Naruto-with-the-shadow-power, “it’s too bothersome”… ). That way, if you’re ACTUALLY interested in all the crap that I write about, learn German, I’d recommend a school, but I just got my school bill, and those numbers are mole-sized… so no, go to University, forget about German for now. And if you’re really that interested, which I really really doubt… but hey I’m ready for any in-case-scenarios. There’s this really cool program. It’s super awesome (though not so much as Doctor Who). It’s called Google Language Tools. It’ll translate whole chunks of text for you!! Awesome? Right? Yeah. So have fun. Viel Spass.

See now I wrote this whole note and my leg hurts (blame the mosquito) I don’t want to write in German now… but I actually have an idea for that post… so guess, I’ll be doing that now… I should get to the actual German hmwk I have to do… I’m writing about… that’s right, the Doctor himself.

Argh, I get it, I’m getting obsessed with a show but HONESTLY. Ankur, Sagar, Xinou and Burhan, you guys remember writing seriously long Bleach conversations on my profile photo last year? At least 'I’m not doing that with DW right???

Alrighty, I am officially done with the notes that make me seem OD’d on something. I swear, I’m not. Trust me.

 

:)

Doctor Who!!!

Just saw Doctor Who…

OMGosh I am just amazed!!!!

I have been soooo excited just waiting to see Matt Smith play The Doctor and he’s amazing!!! I have to admit… I thought he might copy a bit of The Tenth Doctor, but The Eleventh is a different kind of Doctor… I can’t explain it…. something about him was just different…

The whole episode made me just laugh, cry, break my heart, and be amazed at his portrayal.

My favourite moment was probably when the Prisoner 0 turned into the Doctor and he looked at it like “that’s the best you could do” and the nurse goes “That’s you! Don’t you know that?” and he’s like “really? Had a long day” anyways… I thought it was hilarious that he was all “seriously? that’s what I look like?” Poor Doctor really wants to be ginger, but he never gets it, eh?

I also adored “wibbly wobbly timey wimey” !!!

This note isn’t very nicely organized but I want it all out before I forget…

 

NOWWW…My absolute favourite part is The Doctor chastising the Atraxi:

Doctor: “Come on then, the Doctor will see you now!!!’'

Atraxi: “You are not from this world”

Doctor: “No but I’ve put alot of work into it”

Atraxi: Is this world important?

Doctor: Important? What kind of a question is that? 6 Billion people live here, is that important? Now here’s a better question, is this world a threat to the Atraxi? Oh come on you’re monitoring the whole planet, is this world a threat?

Atraxi: No

Doctor: Are the peoples of this world guilty of any crime by the laws of the Atraxi?

Atraxi: No

Doctor: Okay, One more, just one. Is this world protected? You’re not the first to come here, oh no there have been so many. And what you’ve got to ask is, what happened to them?

Hello. I’m the Doctor. Basically. Run.

AND THEY DID!!!!!!!!!

I love Matt Smith playing this part, he is amazing! The look on this face when he said “Okay, one more, just one” it was utter arrogance', which for some reason works so well for him!! He said it all with such authority:D I loved it!! Though I have to say, he reminded me a bit of Chris, the Ninth… the look on his face… brings back memories… anyways… gonna sleep now:)

EARTH HOUR

Hey guys, it’s a bit late but I didn’t get a write about Earth Hour, which happened March 27th, 2010… just a note to all, its a world wide initiative to bring down our excessive use of energy and I want to thank everyone who participated in it. For more info, visit www.wwf.com… its the World Wildlife Fund:) Take care and 

 

STAY GREEN!!!

Tucholsky: Das Ideal

Ja, das möchste:
Eine Villa im Grünen mit großer Terrasse,
vorn die Ostsee, hinten die Friedrichstraße;
mit schöner Aussicht, ländlich-mondän,
vom Badezimmer ist die Zugspitze zu sehn -
aber abends zum Kino hast dus nicht weit.

Das Ganze schlicht, voller Bescheidenheit:

Neun Zimmer - nein, doch lieber zehn!
Ein Dachgarten, wo die Eichen drauf stehn,
Radio, Zentralheizung, Vakuum,
eine Dienerschaft, gut gezogen und stumm,
eine süße Frau voller Rasse und Verve -
(und eine fürs Wochenend, zur Reserve) -
eine Bibliothek und drumherum
Einsamkeit und Hummelgesumm.

Im Stall: Zwei Ponies, vier Vollbluthengste,
acht Autos, Motorrad - alles lenkste
natürlich selber - das wär ja gelacht!
Und zwischendurch gehst du auf Hochwildjagd.

Ja, und das hab ich ganz vergessen:
Prima Küche - erstes Essen -
alte Weine aus schönem Pokal -
und egalweg bleibst du dünn wie ein Aal.
Und Geld. Und an Schmuck eine richtige Portion.
Und noch ne Million und noch ne Million.
Und Reisen. Und fröhliche Lebensbuntheit.
Und famose Kinder. Und ewige Gesundheit.

Ja, das möchste!

Aber, wie das so ist hienieden:
manchmal scheints so, als sei es beschieden
nur pöapö, das irdische Glück.
Immer fehlt dir irgendein Stück.
Hast du Geld, dann hast du nicht Käten;
hast du die Frau, dann fehln dir Moneten -
hast du die Geisha, dann stört dich der Fächer:
bald fehlt uns der Wein, bald fehlt uns der Becher.

Etwas ist immer.
Tröste dich.

Jedes Glück hat einen kleinen Stich.
Wir möchten so viel: Haben. Sein. Und gelten.
Daß einer alles hat:
  das ist selten.

(1927)

Humanoid

Location: Home, Where else?

Mood: tired and sore but sore isn’t actually a mood.

Music: Humanoid [German Version] – Tokio Hotel

Nothing much to say. Started jogging with Sharon- last 2 weeks. And yeah. Having quite a week. Still depressed a bout Mr. Steffens. Still haven’t told Josh.

Kinda wishing I was humanoid though-

Ich will mein Herz nicht [I don’t want my heart]
Ich will den Schmerz nicht [I don’t want the pain]
Ich will mein Kopf nicht [I don’t want my head]

But then again. If I really think about it. It’s a bit like the Cybermen from Doctor Who. Their emotions were cut out to make them more efficient and what not. Do I really want to be emotionless? I don’t know if I would still be me then. The thing about emotions is that even though they really are a witch spelled wrong; they make us who we are. It’s what makes us different. Humans feel so much more than many other animals (as far as we know. Believe me, I think most animals can feel a lot more that we supposedly superior (note the sarcasm) humans think) and if you took that away I don’t know if we’re still human. It’s one of the things that I think helps us to move forward as a civilization as a whole. But then again, look at these quotes from Doctor Who: Rise of the Cybermen and from Doomsday:

Rose Tyler: [On the Cybermen] They're people?
The Doctor: They were. Now they've had all their humanity taken away. That's a living brain jammed inside a cybernetic body, with a heart of steel. All emotions removed.
Rose Tyler: Why no emotion?
The Doctor: Because it hurts.

Interesting argument eh?

Looking back at an amazing teacher

Location: Home, Switzerland

Music: Rette Mich- Tokio Hotel- Schrei

Mood: Sad and devastated.

Last Thursday, the world lost a wonderful man. He was a president, or a soldier, or someone with great power or money. He wasn’t famous, or well-known. Not somebody who lead a group of revolutionary or a Nobel prize winner. He was so much more that all of that. He was a teacher.

Mr. Steffens was my Home Room teacher in Grade 8, at Burnt Elm Public School, and then he taught my brother at Cheyne Public School.  He was an awesome teacher, in that he knew how to push us, to make us motivate ourselves. In German class, we were talking of teachers who knew how to put the right sort of pressure. There’s the ones who push us so hard and tire us out, and the ones who know how to bring out the part in us that pushed ourselves. That was Mr. Steffens. I used to hate him because he made it hard for me to get a good mark- but then it became quickly clear to me that he was only trying to push me harder.

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t take teachers for granted. Teachers are special people who really do more than we will ever understand. They bear more responsibility than any other worker on this planet because they have to teach everything to the future generation. They shape our future more than anything. And losing one of them, is as big a tragedy as it can get.

We’ll all miss Mr. Steffens. I know that there’s a whole load of things that the world will miss out on because we’ve lost him.

spoilers!!!! The Death of Portgas D. Ace

This is a totally random post and follows no proper system. It’s just my initial reaction to the newest releases of OP, Naruto and Bleach.

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ONE PIECE

Okay so I don’t actually know what is going to happen but with a title like that for one piece 574… I’m worried… you can’t kill Ace he’s amazing!

 

5 min later…

 

THEY KILLED HIM!! God lord why would he do that!!! I liked Ace I know he wasn’t major, like we didn’t learn much about him- but Luffy went this far for Ace and they killed his precious brother. He seems so precious and now he’s dead!! God this is like when Kakashi died in Naruto, but he came back to life… there better be something like that because I’m so sad right now. Poor Ace… he said he had no regrets but God his life makes me cry…

Rest In Peace Portgas D Ace- Son of the Pirate King, and overall amazing Pirate. We’ll miss you.

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BLEACH

Just finished reading Bleach. GOD I HATE AIZEN HAVE I EVER SAID HOW MUCH I HATE AIZEN? HE MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL!!!!! That jerk keeps hurting Hinamori! Now I’m not big fan of Hinamori cause the wuss just managed to pick herself up partially; and then that loser gets Hitsugaya to plunge a bloody sword into her!!! Why does he like tormenting the short and beautiful, I like Hitsugaya… God I hope Ichigo kills him soon.

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NARUTO

And what the hell is it with annoying girls in Anime these days? Sakura will cause me to blow a fuse or something soon! Man its annoying, and then “Sasuke I will follow you!” What sort of a bloody plan is that?

Perspective has a new spelling- It’s Haiti.

nFor those of us who live under a rock, wait no- they would know this a bit better than others... Haiti. Earthquake. Not pretty what so ever.

200 000 People or more and believed to be dead- we need to do something. That's why when Joel Houston said, Perspective has a new meaning- I understood. It's spelled HAITI. Perspective that is. Our focus and purpose for I-Heart, or anything really, should be the suffering in Haiti.

For more information, here's the CNN Website

Here is a random excerpt that scared me,

One woman, I could only see her head and the rest of her body was trapped under a block wall," said Jonathan de la Durantaye, who drove through Port-au-Prince after the quake. "I think she was dead. She had blood coming out of her eyes and nose and ears."

If there is anything you can do, do it- as for me, I’ll see what little I can give because every penny, or drop of sweat pulling someone out of death’s grasp… it’s worth another life saved.

Let me just retype something else I found that I’ve said myself many many times:

Our world is a mess. It needs justice. It needs help. But if not now,
WHEN? If not us, WHO? Me. and well you too.

What happens now? In a few weeks HAITI will slowly disappear from the news, and within a few months it’ll be a back story that shows up just once in a while. Are we aware that just because we can’t see it on the TV screen, that it’s stopped happening? That when the TV goes off, so does the suffering? No see that continues. They labour day and night, no electricity, no clean water, no food, no shelter. Unbearable heat. We can barely handle it for a few minutes on TV; we’re shocked by the image- but do we realize that those 3 minutes for us is their life.

I think a lot of us forget that we have the most powerful weapon above them all. Prayer. We need to stand together and pray for HAITI. Pray for the Flight crash to Ethiopia. Pray for Rwanda and Sierra Leon. Pray for your mom, or dad. Pray for the church. Pray for yourself, or your non-believer Friend. Pray for your country, and your leader. It’ll make a difference. That’s how powerful a prayer is. It can bring a city down to its knees or raise it to the heavens.

Why? You might ask. Here’s how I see it. We’ve all donated a ton of money to HAITI and her cause. So what? The children of Haiti are starving and thirsting. The families sleeping with nothing but the stars to cover them, because the money can’t reach them. No matter how much money we give, it can only help so much. Now we pray that they can reach HAITI, and the needy there.

Prayer is our answer, our sword and shield. It’s time we use it vigilantly.

London 2009 Trip

Location: Home, where else?

Music: All The Right Moves- OneRepublic – Waking Up

Mood: Tired and impatient waiting for the laundry to finish already!

No I did not die. Well, maybe I did and I regenerated as the next Doctor… wait I’m not the Doctor. No, I did not die.

I just happened to visit London for two weeks!!

Lizy auntie and Jessy auntie are both near to London so it was fun. Anyways, here’s what’s basically been happening the last two weeks.

First off, we visited Lizy auntie and Saji uncle, and Jeffrin and Jeremy. Jeffrin is 11 and quite smart, while Jeremy is 5 and quite sick. Jeremy has a hyperactive immune disorder that makes him allergic to basically a shitload of things. The first of these would be gluten, and other proteins; so he can’t eat meat, non-rice crops, and a whole bunch of vegetables. and Chocolate. I managed to buy some chocolate without this stuff for him before I went so he got to eat that but its hard for him. Jeremy also has eczema so it’s really tough for him. I don’t know how Lizy auntie handles it all but she somehow does. Jeffri is also quite helpful. What scared me the most was that Jeremy is shit scared of hospitals. A month ago, he was so sick that they took him to the hospital and he had to get an oxygen mask and the whole thing, now he won’t go no matter how sick he is. The thing is, my mom and Lizy auntie both have a lot of allergies but it’s like it all accumulated in him. They want to start an immune suppressant program for two years on him, but he’s really weak and gets sick easy, so I don’t even know how they’ll pull that off without sticking him in a bubble. I really hope things work out there.

Secondly, The UK is a country full, and I mean chock-full of history! And I love it! We visited London, Cambridge, Ipswich, Norwich, Stowmarket and Croydon. The place we lived, Bury St. Edmunds was this tiny little city that was probably like Thalwil or Oetwil am See, a bit bigger than Kilchberg, but no Zuerich (no I didn’t spell that wrong, I just can’t find the damn codes for the umlaut!) The point behind the whole thing is that its wonderful to look at a building with a Starbucks in it and learn that it used to be a 18th century home. Yeah that’s right! And tea! I love the tea! Though I’m a coffee fan, I’m PG Tips converted for all of eternity! The work is amazing on buildings like Bucking Palace and Westminster Abbey, and Big Ben is a sight not to miss. Though I have to laugh at the bridges in London. Everyone expects the famous London bridge to be that awesome bridge they see on the photos- wait no. nononononononononono. That would be Tower bridge. London bridge? YEA that’s just a damn bridge. Tower bridge is the pretty one! I know eh??

What I hated about the UK was the two tap system. I mean what is so hard about premixed taps? I can’t take a damn shower! Now I know that I should be perfectly happy that I get water and if I was in India or Africa, then yeah it  makes sense- they don’t have facilities, Ich bin einverstanden! But here it’s just plain… I don’t know! GB is a developed country! Why don’t they have proper taps? And the houses are so damn cold! I understand that the buildings are old but so are they in Switzerland and I’m perfectly warm here…

All in all the trip was great and fun, but I do hope it’s Philadelphia for me next year!:D