Here is a random entry from my diary at age 16. I don't know what this will do for your life but I am posting it anyway.
August 2006
"...My brother's baby is due any minute. I am so scared I wont be there or something will get in my way before I see the little boy. What If a bus hits me? what if I have no transport? what if, WHAT IF I can't go into the hospital room. I am not sure why this would happen but I am worried. I have always been the youngest in the family, what will it be like when he is around? will he like me? will he call me Auntie? I am just soooo excited to see him.
When I was younger I used to ask my Mum to have another baby so I could have a younger brother. It looks like my wishes came true. My sister in law looks like a bowling ball FYI. I can't wait to see this bouncing brown haired brown eyed boy! (note the baby came out with blonde hair and blue eyes)
I start 6th form in September, feeling quite grown up to be honest. I want to do English Language for sure, and History since I got an A. My best subject being Religious education, I want to study Philosophy and Ethics. I think the topic covers Islam a lot, I do want to know more. I needed a 4th A level, so I picked Media Studies, it should be fun to make films and things. I am going to be so out of my comfort zone in different classes with different people. But it should be fun I guess? I promise myself every year that I will do lots of work, but it never happens.
The other day I had a random argument with my sister, just because I pointed out that she always says "U know what I mean" at the end of her sentences. Well what can I do, it pissed me off. I don't know when we will stop arguing but I always get the blame. Dad yelled at me from the TV room and I didn't get over it for the whole night...
I have been running with J for a couple of weeks. She has been forcing me around the football pitch near our house everyday. I hope it is worth it. She said she wants to motivate me. MAJOR SIGH. I can't be bothered and I don't feel like it is even doing anything.
We went to get our haircut together in June and my hair is growing out in this really odd shape. Its like...flat at the top and the layers are growing out uneven. My tan from Spain is making me look like I have over done some fake tan and I look dreadful. Needless to say I always look dreadful anyway. I didn't sunbathe but it looks awful. Never again. NEVER.
The horrible thing is, when my nephew is born I am going to be in the pictures looking like this.
God hates me..."
My name was misery apparently.
Monday 17 May 2010
Summer Reading
Every summer I like to find myself a new book to tackle. For most of my life I conquered The Harry Potter series without fail, This year is different.
The Author Elizabeth Laird visited my school (Queen Elizabeth's Girls') in 2002 (I think) when I was 12 years old. To my delight, she began to talk about Palestine. I never imagined that any English lady would talk about such a subject. I scurried to her at the end of her speech and told her my Grandmother was Palestinian. She recommended that I read her book "A Little Piece Of Ground"
"I first visited Israel in 1968, and enjoyed a warm welcome from many Israeli friends. Later, I lived in Beirut with my husband and son during the civil war there, and became aware for the first time of the tragedy of the Palestinian refugees. I visited both Gaza and Ramallah, in the occupied territories, in 2002, while leading workshops for Palestinian writers. I was appalled by the circumstances in which people were living, and became aware that we in the west know very little of what life is like for Palestinians living under military occupation.
I have written A Little Piece of Ground in collaboration with Sonia Nimr, a Palestinian archaeologist, storyteller, writer and translator, who lives in Ramallah. We have tried to make our story as true to life as we can"
I ended up buying her book but never got round to reading it. I lost it while moving homes and recently re-discovered it. Now that I have it in my mits I most certainly will be reading it. i am older and wiser on the subject and will enjoy it a whole lot more.
The Author Elizabeth Laird visited my school (Queen Elizabeth's Girls') in 2002 (I think) when I was 12 years old. To my delight, she began to talk about Palestine. I never imagined that any English lady would talk about such a subject. I scurried to her at the end of her speech and told her my Grandmother was Palestinian. She recommended that I read her book "A Little Piece Of Ground"
"I first visited Israel in 1968, and enjoyed a warm welcome from many Israeli friends. Later, I lived in Beirut with my husband and son during the civil war there, and became aware for the first time of the tragedy of the Palestinian refugees. I visited both Gaza and Ramallah, in the occupied territories, in 2002, while leading workshops for Palestinian writers. I was appalled by the circumstances in which people were living, and became aware that we in the west know very little of what life is like for Palestinians living under military occupation.
I have written A Little Piece of Ground in collaboration with Sonia Nimr, a Palestinian archaeologist, storyteller, writer and translator, who lives in Ramallah. We have tried to make our story as true to life as we can"
I ended up buying her book but never got round to reading it. I lost it while moving homes and recently re-discovered it. Now that I have it in my mits I most certainly will be reading it. i am older and wiser on the subject and will enjoy it a whole lot more.
Sunday 16 May 2010
Everyone secretly loves Eurovision
Even if you are watching it to see all the ludicrously STUPID joke songs, making fun of odd accents or (wait for it) rooting for your country, we all secretly love The Eurovision Song contest. I make it a tradition every year to sit and watch the WHOLE thing with my Dad to make fun at everything we see and hear. Only because the UK never did well until last year when Jade Ewen came 4th! Good for her.
Now If it were up to me, Armenia would have participated in eurovision a long time ago. They have been participating for 4 years now, this year being our 4th. We have done quite well, we came 8th for our 1st 2 years, 4th in our 3rd year (we got the most amount of top scores that year) and 10th last year (we will forgive that one)
Now. Our 3rd year was our best. Sirusho came 4th and gained major popularity all over Europe with 'Qele Qele' (check song below)
This year, I think we have a great chance! Eva Rivas is representing us with her song 'Apricot Stone'
sound redic? I thought so at 1st. I heard it, and now I love it! it has a perfectly political undertone
"apricot stone hidden in my hand, give it back to me, from the motherland"
let me know what you guys think...
Now If it were up to me, Armenia would have participated in eurovision a long time ago. They have been participating for 4 years now, this year being our 4th. We have done quite well, we came 8th for our 1st 2 years, 4th in our 3rd year (we got the most amount of top scores that year) and 10th last year (we will forgive that one)
Now. Our 3rd year was our best. Sirusho came 4th and gained major popularity all over Europe with 'Qele Qele' (check song below)
This year, I think we have a great chance! Eva Rivas is representing us with her song 'Apricot Stone'
sound redic? I thought so at 1st. I heard it, and now I love it! it has a perfectly political undertone
"apricot stone hidden in my hand, give it back to me, from the motherland"
let me know what you guys think...
Saturday 15 May 2010
Karl Who? Israel Who?
If at any point in my life I could meet Karl Lagerfeld, I will be a happy woman. No its not the urge for that £2000 bag that makes me admire him (to a certain extent) It is the fact that he always remains to be one of the coolest people around, effortlessly.
I would love to get my mits on one of those "Karl Who" bags. I love how versatile it is yet being a simple shopping bag.
It pokes fun at our ever growing consumer society, or am I reading into it too much?
Thinking about consumerism here is another image worth thinking about, including the quote.
There are some things wrong with this picture.
1. McDonalds.
If there is any other reason to boycott McDonalds apart from health, it would be their relations with Israel. As you know I have major empathy towards Palestine and I do not support any company that funds Israel's military aid or sells things in their country.
(for more info check here: BoycottMcDonalds )
2. "Fashion is the healthiest motivation for losing weight" I don't know what is more wrong with this?!!! The fact that it is up against a picture of McDonalds or the fact that it screams Anorexia. We all know Karl was put on a diet years ago to get to what he is now. He did say that it wasn't the most fulfilling diet. It made him lose the weight whilst feeling hungry... right. I think there is a book on it, go find it if you feel like being a little bit gaunt.
What is right about this picture? Well it is motivating me to lose a bit of weight or just get a bit healthy. It makes me remember that McDonalds works with the devil and being healthier will have its benefits.
This blog post is a little messy, I say sorry to those that feel like they hate me already hah.
I would love to get my mits on one of those "Karl Who" bags. I love how versatile it is yet being a simple shopping bag.
It pokes fun at our ever growing consumer society, or am I reading into it too much?
Thinking about consumerism here is another image worth thinking about, including the quote.
There are some things wrong with this picture.
1. McDonalds.
If there is any other reason to boycott McDonalds apart from health, it would be their relations with Israel. As you know I have major empathy towards Palestine and I do not support any company that funds Israel's military aid or sells things in their country.
(for more info check here: BoycottMcDonalds )
2. "Fashion is the healthiest motivation for losing weight" I don't know what is more wrong with this?!!! The fact that it is up against a picture of McDonalds or the fact that it screams Anorexia. We all know Karl was put on a diet years ago to get to what he is now. He did say that it wasn't the most fulfilling diet. It made him lose the weight whilst feeling hungry... right. I think there is a book on it, go find it if you feel like being a little bit gaunt.
What is right about this picture? Well it is motivating me to lose a bit of weight or just get a bit healthy. It makes me remember that McDonalds works with the devil and being healthier will have its benefits.
This blog post is a little messy, I say sorry to those that feel like they hate me already hah.
Inspiration: Children Of Gaza
Picture courtesy of Channel4.com
Coming from an extremely mixed heritage is something to confuse a child highly. I, out of anyone, should know this. I grew up as a little Armenian girl in London, simple enough? nope.
As I grew older I had to tackle the incredibly annoying task of having to explain myself whenever I met someone new.
"But you look Muslim!" they would tell me...
"How can you look Muslim, It's a religion not a nationality" That shut them up for a while :)
I hated the fact that I knew exactly what they meant. Don't get me wrong there is nothing wrong with looking that way at all, but when you grow up as a Christian white Caucasian, it gets a little annoying when people constantly assume what you may or may not be.
Anyway, as the years went by I found out I was in fact a quarter Palestinian. My grandmother was a Christian Palestinian. She met my Armenian Grandfather in Palestine. His family had moved out of Armenia way before the genocide (that is why I am here)
I got so annoyed with my family growing up, the constant frustration of not knowing who I was lead me to get incredibly touchy.
But these 'troubles' are nothing compared to that of the Children in Gaza.
I came across a program on television not too long ago named 'Dispatches: Children Of Gaza' on Channel 4. Of course no other station would dare broadcast this, with our mainstream media controlled by biased idiotic human beings.
"In December 2008, the Israeli Defence Force unleashed a campaign to destroy the ability of Hamas to launch rockets and mortars into Israel. Around 300 children were among the 1,300 Palestinians that were killed.
After the ceasefire, BAFTA-winning filmmaker Jezza Neumann arrived in Gaza to follow the lives of three children over a year."
After watching the show, I got inspired to a new level. I enrolled myself on the animation module of my course (2d animation that is) and wanted to work on a project about the children of Gaza. Palestine has become a big part of my life, not only because it is my heritage, but because anyone who doesn't believe what is happening is wrong is utterly insane.
Here is a badly photographed picture of the 1st frame of my animation:
Fresh Start?
Saturday May 15th 2010
I took the liberty of making some use out of my free Microsoft word trial during this time of need. Why is this a time of need I hear you ask? Well this is a time in my life I have been dreading yet looking forward to for quite some time now.
I decided (purely last minute) that I would take a year out of University. I think this gap is highly necessary considering I want to shoot myself every time I set foot in the University of Westminster. It is set in the glamorous visage of Harrow (I kid you not)
Now if I attended the Regent Street campus, this might have been a different story. I would have been able to trot into Uni in some high heels with my designer handbag without feeling pretentious. Ok, I am not cocky or bigheaded in way at all. I get the constant “but you are posh!” from my friend in Harrow. Needless to say I get that sinking feeling you get when you feel really out of place or embarrassed. But why should I feel that way if that is just how I am? No I didn’t attend one of the best schools and no I didn’t get the best grades. As a matter of fact my GCSE’s were purely average (A*-D I kid you not, I’m like a scitz) My A levels were not bad considering this.
Where was i? ah yes, gap year. What life do I want? I asked myself. I shouldn’t just go to university because it Is the norm and everyone else in my family did it. I will use this time to re-evaluate my life, take some time out to find jobs and possibly find a career route. I know it seems late for a twenty year old. Better late than never I think :)
I took the liberty of making some use out of my free Microsoft word trial during this time of need. Why is this a time of need I hear you ask? Well this is a time in my life I have been dreading yet looking forward to for quite some time now.
I decided (purely last minute) that I would take a year out of University. I think this gap is highly necessary considering I want to shoot myself every time I set foot in the University of Westminster. It is set in the glamorous visage of Harrow (I kid you not)
Now if I attended the Regent Street campus, this might have been a different story. I would have been able to trot into Uni in some high heels with my designer handbag without feeling pretentious. Ok, I am not cocky or bigheaded in way at all. I get the constant “but you are posh!” from my friend in Harrow. Needless to say I get that sinking feeling you get when you feel really out of place or embarrassed. But why should I feel that way if that is just how I am? No I didn’t attend one of the best schools and no I didn’t get the best grades. As a matter of fact my GCSE’s were purely average (A*-D I kid you not, I’m like a scitz) My A levels were not bad considering this.
Where was i? ah yes, gap year. What life do I want? I asked myself. I shouldn’t just go to university because it Is the norm and everyone else in my family did it. I will use this time to re-evaluate my life, take some time out to find jobs and possibly find a career route. I know it seems late for a twenty year old. Better late than never I think :)
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