Rush..

I really have no comment or intro for this poem. I felt like this is a good poem for the time being.

Rush
Have you ever felt like falling
But you just can’t let go
Of the things that’s been hanging on to you
They’re distracting you
And they rush through your head
So fast like the pulse in my wrist

Trying to grab what’s in front of you
But they’re too hard to hold
They rush through your mind
Like a normal routine you’ve had
Up and down, across and everywhere
Now you’re confused

You can’t take it anymore
This is a mind-game I cannot solve
I’m ready to drop out of it
But I know I will regret it one day
The rush in my heart is increasing
And I can’t stop it

Innocent..

I’ve been searching new music for my iPod and I remembered this song I always listened to on youtube. It’s a song David Cook (American Idol 7 contestant.. which I hope he goes to finals with this other David) sung for the week of top 8. I thought he did a great job. It was really inspiring. Even though he didn’t write this, I still thought it was cool. I learned something new about posting and thought I would try it. This song is on my post. Below are the lyrics to the song he sung titled: Innocent..

Innocent- David Cook

Innocent
Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With Lennon and Cobain and
A guitar and his stereo

And while he wishes he could escape this
But it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
In a song that has no soul

I remember feeling low
And I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped

We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are

Oh, Tina’s losing faith in what she knows
Hates her music, hates all of her clothes
Thinks of surgery and a new nose
Every calorie’s a war

And while she wishes she was a dancer
And that she’s never heard of a cancer
She wishes God will give her some answers
And make her feel beautiful

I remember feeling low
And I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped

We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are

One day, you’ll have to let it go
You’ll have to let it go
One day, you’ll stand up on your own
You’ll stand up on your own

Remember losing hope
Remember feeling low
Remember all the feelings
And the day they stopped

We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are
We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are

One day, you’ll have to let it go
You’ll have to let it go
One day, you’ll stand up on your own
You’ll stand up on your own

We are, we are all innocent..

Un Lun Dun: Book Review

I’m just going to a write book review for no apparent reason. This book is called UnLunDun written by China Mieville. Sadly, this is the 2nd book I actually read without the book being assigned by a teacher. You think it’s kind of weird because a person that likes to write must like reading books too. Well, I thought that the second half of that “theory” was not right for me. I didn’t really like reading but I’m writing alot. People told me it was weird, stupid and just “not right”. That’s what I thought too. I must like a certain genre of books, or at least something. So one day, our class went to the library and the librarian (Mr. S) told us about new books coming in to the library. I looked around to see if I would like something and would actually read it throught the whole thing. And this book stood out from the others. I read one or two paragraphs and checked this book out. I sat in the library with a couple of friends in class and read. When I got home, I read and read in the late evening until it was like 11.30 pm. I counted to see how many pages I’ve read and it was about 80-90. And that’s when I thought, this is the one I love to read to. So below is just a couple of questions I asked myself if I had to write a review (that was a very long intro):

What was it about?
It was about a girl named Zanna and her friend Deeba exploring a world they discovered where bookshelves are mountains and words come alive– literally speaking. Zanna was “destined” to be the “chosen one” of this city named UnLondon. In order to complete this ancient prophecy of UnLondon, Zanna and Deeba must defeat the Smog. The Smog is a dark smoke that comes alive because of the chemicals in itself made by smoke during the 1950’s. This Smog has found its way to UnLondon and is trying to get rid of everyone and especially Zanna.
So the two girls explore UnLondon, not knowing anything. When they met a new friend, which had a pin-cushion for a head, they get more help. They explore UnLondon together with another new friend who is a school of fish living in a diver’s suit. The two irls meet new fascinating people who either becomes their friend or enemy. As they get towards the war with the Smog, the prophecy goes terribly wrong. Later on, they explore a Black Window (more like a spider with a window for a body), get tangled with jungles of plants in a house and meet a half-boy ghost who turns to be a close friend.
The story goes on and on,.. but in a good way. Alot seems to go on in a just 2D paper and 400 pages.

What did you like about the story:
I love the plot. It’s interesting and long, but you don’t want it to let it stop. It just goes back and forth and back and forth, but it gets exciting everytime. The characters are also amazing. They are twisted and strange, but that is why I love this book. I mean, who would think of a safari explorer that has a canary in a bird cage for his head?? Or a king/monster who has a gigantic mouth and have little creatures come out of his mouth whenever he talks?? Yup, it’s the weird things I go for. There were some illustrations as well. Some of them were creepily scary in a way, but they were all really expressful. The author (China Mieville) also drew the illustrations. I thought a guy that knows how to do those things must be really cool.

Dislike:
Ummm… I didn’t really dislike anything really. Well.. I couldn’t understand some words in the book because the story was written in British English and that the story takes place in both London and UnLondon. It was kind of confusing. And the ending was kind of weird because it just left me hanging.. especially the last two sentences. The epiologue was also strange. I didn’t really get it. But I really didn’t have alot of things to dislike about the book

What was most memorable:
Probably the characters like Curdle the pet milk carton and Jones the bus conductor. They were all unique and that’s why they are memorable. The whole twist in the prophecy was also very memorable because it changed the whole plot of the story (even before it was half-way through the book) and gave the other characters a chance to be the heroes.
A part of the story that was really memorable was when Skool, the school of fish in a diver’s suit, nearly died because the mask cracked open by steel. So then the water in the diver’s suit (which also what kept Skool alive) poured out from the suit. And the fish was flapping on the floor and went unconcious for some time. But then, he was alright and he wasn’t wearing an ancient diver’s suit anymore, but a more modern suit with flippers and a wet suit.

Least memorable:
Nothing really. How would I remember if it was the least memorable? Maybe the beginning of the story was unclear. But nothing I would definetly forget about.

Who would you recommend this book to:
I would recommend this to people who just loves fantasy and surprises. That’s because this book has alot of it. Maybe if you like darkness and creepy illustrations that express alot.. you would like it as well. This book just says alot in only 400 pages. And seriously, I think this should become a movie or something. It’s really realistic and you could feel yourself being there. I mean.. I chose this book because I love weird fantasies that have a bit of darkness in the plot. And I liked reading it.

So, finally!!! I’ve found what type of books I love to read about. It turns out that I have a passion for twisted and random fantasy books. I don’t go with Sci-Fi books or magical pixies type of things. I go for the unexpected and weird books with strange surroundings and twisted characters. UnLondon was definetly a book I’ll remember. It helped me find my way. If you know anymore books with odd plots and wierd characters, just comment on my post and tell me the title and author please…

Islam Portfolio…

Finally… well a couple of weeks ago (yikes!), we finished our Islam unit. It was a pretty exciting ending, but a slightly weird one as well. We started out and ended the interesting unit with two different teachers. I thought that was strange and “not right”. But anyways.. in Social Studies, we were assigned to write an Islamic Portfolio saying what you liked and what you learned from it. We gave the hard copy version to the teacher. But I put it in my blog anways. There might be some bad grammar in here (that’s why our teacher didn’t give back any of the portfolios to anyone. Too much grammar mistakes…oopps!) Hope Mr. R reads it and know how we ended our unit..

Caravan Days 

During the caravan days, I was the Secretary. It’s Kattib in Arabic. Frankly, it wasn’t the best job in the world. I had to write down the facts that everyone talked about during the Caravan Game. It was kind of hard at first. But at the end, I learned on how to write quick notes (everyone talked so fast!).

 Caravan           
Our goal of the game was to be the first caravan group to reach to Mekkah. The first person to get there first to do their pilgrimage, or Holy journey, will win the game. Along the way, we will have to collect money and get a number of fact cards that will eventually help us during the Islam Bowl. What I liked about the game is that it’s very thought-out. Everything was really organized. The facts weren’t too dull and the quiz cards really woke my brain up. When one group had a wisdom card (information card) or a quiz card, the Secretary will have to write the answers down; Even though the cards weren’t yours. At the end of the race to Mekkah, the Holiest city for Muslims, we will have an Islamic Bowl (pretty much like jeopardy). What I disliked about the game was that there wasn’t much variety with the cards. They kept on repeating the same facts or quiz cards. Some of them had to do with dates. And earlier in the beginning of the year in class, we made it official that we will not learn or memorize dates and big numbers. Personally, I would recommend doing this game for the 7th Graders next year. It’s not always the best activity to do. It’s an educating game (most of the time) and there is a pinch of fun in it. The game is a great way to teach about Islam. That’s because we were simulating that we were Muslims during the olden times. We felt that we were in it, we understood it more clearly, and for 2-3 weeks we were in the life of a Muslim. 

Festival Day             

For our Festival Day, our group made a presentation of the 1001 Arabian Nights. Each person in our group picked one story to play on the dhow. Our group had three stories. They are Aladdin, Sinbad and Ali Baba. We did a skit for all three of them and we played them on the dhow. We only had only three days to rehearse our plays but had two weeks to plan it out. Our group had practiced for three classes and one lunch break. Practicing during lunch was not the best time. But at the end, that lunch hour turned out pretty fun and mostly, really helpful. Our goals for the play were for it to be exciting, funny and easily related to our Islam Unit. We planned it out carefully so that we don’t go overboard with our jokes or be too serious about the plot. It turned out that our play was a 50/50 balance of educational and fun. I thought our best play had to be Aladdin. It was our first skit out of three. It was very simple and the characters of Aladdin were turned more into modern characters. The simplicity of the play made it successful. Our troubled play would be Ali Baba. Many props had to be “imagined” and instead of 40 thieves in the play, it’s only just one thief. I thought that made it a bit confusing because at the end of the skit, it looked like that only one thief was killed. That was the bad parts. The fun part was when a jar full of water dumped me. That was the way that killed the thief. I thought that that was a good way to end the whole thing… except the fact that I got wet. The relationships among my other group members were kind of a “mix-up”. There were a lot of distractions but many good times where we cooperated well. When we decided to do this play, we immediately thought of giving everyone one story to pick and play during the Festival Day. So that left everyone with thoughts in their heads on what to choose. The next day, our group brought up their stories that they chose. After some days where we had to think over our props and other things, we had to decide that everyone would do their own scripts. We had two to three days to write them. Now that is when the distractions came along. I wrote my script of Ali Baba on a school trip I was in. But then, that thought-out and well-written script I wrote was left in Germany =( .So I had to make another one in class that same day I came back from the airport (which was torture because we landed at 3.30 am and it turned out I was “excused” from school!!). But going to school on that day wasn’t a really bad choice. I did 2 pages, back-to-back in class. So if I didn’t leave it there, we would’ve had another day to rehearse the play. That was a mistake I know I will never do again.  

 Dhow Trip            

We had a field trip on a dhow for our Festival Day. It was pretty fun and educational. The surroundings really sank in my mind and it convinced me that we were away from the whole “modernized world” thing. I felt like a real Arab sailing across the seas. The dhow itself pretty much had the characteristics of what the dhows might look like back then. The food had a twist of an Arabian cuisine, the presentations were about many Islamic and Arabic topics and the entertainment itself was Middle Eastern. There wasn’t many relations to the Western or modern world. 

Our group did our play on the dhow and it wasn’t really steady… I mean literally. The floor of the dhow was “tilted” downwards and that was hard to do a lot of our moves in the play. And the limited area on the boat made it really hard to do the play and make it seem more realistic. That was the hardest thing to figure out when doing our play.

Summary & Reflection 

Overall the experiences I’ve had throughout this unit, I thought that it was a great lesson. It was kind of unstable where we had our “major change” in class, but it went pretty even at the end of it all. We had to except changes and it didn’t turn out as planned, but the changes we had to compromise was reasonable. I liked the whole “Islamic simulation” thing definitely made the unit more exciting. Even though I’ve taken many classes and had an experience with Islamic Studies, this was a whole new thing to learn about. The field trip was a great bonus for our unit. We understood many things on the dhow. Some of them were how Arab traders transport from one place to another and what their lifestyles were like. I’ve also learned many other things from other groups’ presentations. It was a nice idea to have the Festival Day during the field trip on the dhow. The understanding of Islam has impacted me in special ways. For me, being a Muslim, the facts I have learned in class about Islam will be always remembered. Many of the facts itself was pretty new to me. I learned a lot of number facts about Arabs (and Arabic) and Islam, like population numbers and statistics. And the things that really fascinated me most were about Arab cultures. A lot of the facts that were shared in class were completely new to me. It showed me a whole new perspective about Arabs their connections with Islam and the region. The histories of the Empires were also really interesting. I find documentaries really captivating… while others find it not as attractive (I’m weird that way). I really enjoyed the month of the Islamic Unit. I encourage doing this whole scene again for the new seventh graders next year. They are in for a great Humanities year up ahead of them. What I think should stay next year is the simulation and the field trip. I suggest that next year, there would be a day where everyone in the grade comes to school wearing traditional or Islamic clothing. And then, they would watch a movie like Aladdin or other Arabic-inspired movies. So overall, it was a great experience…=)  Pics from here and here.  

 

Idol Gives Back…

On Thursday, American Idol had their incredible event of charity and giving back. Idol Gives Back is one of the reasons I watch Idol. It was one to three hours longer than it would’ve normally have on a usual day. So now, I’ll just write a summary of it and what I thought of it…

Apart from a weird entrance, it was a great night. Well, when I think of it.. the entrance had a point to it. The Idols and dancers from “So You Think You Could Dance” performed the song “Don’t Stop the Music” by Rihanna. It was really “up tempo-ed” and jumpy with all the lights and music. Then you look in the AI logo and read “Idol gives Back” and think…. so this is giving back?? I mean think of where all that money could’ve gone to. But then when you think of it, the whole Rihanna thing makes kind sense.. but very vaguely. I think it’s because.. since AI is all about people believing in theirselves with music, music can be very powerful. No matter where you are or what you do, music can express who you are. It sounds kind of weird,.. but it’s oneof those things I can’t explain.

Everyone was there… basically. From Miley Cyrus to John Cenna, I think people from all types of industry came to Idol and made it happen. Here are just some of the people who dedicated their time to this event: Brad Pitt, Ashley Tisdale and Vanessa Hudgens, Miley Cyrus, Adam Sandler, Teri Hatcher, Carrie Underwood, Daughtry, Fergie, Kylie Minogue, Reese Witherspoon, Bono, Ben Stiller, Alicia Keys and many more…..

Speaking of Ben Stiller and Daughtry.. take a look at these two videos. The first one was by Ben Stiller which I thought was funny:

Hehehe…. Googilian.

Here is the music video which I thought was very cool and touching. If you’ve seen a video in my blog with Carrie Underwood performing “I’ll Stand By You” in Africa, this video is about the same. Daughtry is a band that Chris Daughtry (top 4 season 5 of Idol) made. They went to Uganda and made this nice video. So here it is:

It was really nice of them to go there and help people.

Well….. I can’t wait till next year’s Idol Gives Back. I’m making a commitment to write a post of every year’s IGB. It’s just a thing I think people will be interested in.

The Cold..

Spring is like Summer here… so imagine when the actual Summer comes along (not pretty). It’s been around five (wait.. it’s six now) years since I’ve seen snow, and no, fake snow does not count. I miss the cold. The cold here is alright. I mean you gotta wear a jacket or a sweatshirt, but it’s just isn’t the same. So here is something I wrote randomly..

The Cold
Cold
The feeling I get when you’re around me
Takes my soul to a whole new place
I’m bundled up
But my heart is frozen
It stopped

The wind is strong
And the rain are tears from the skies
Gray clouds cover the sun
That is weak in you’re presence
It’s dark without you
It’s cold without you

Letting myself go
Numbing myself to my inner core
My fingers are blue and lifeless
Oh, how I miss that feeling
It’s hard to explain what it’s like
The cold

Life for Sale..

I just felt like writing this for some reason. There is no intro to why I want to because I just felt like writing randomly… Here you go..

Life for Sale
I’m on the shelf alone with the cobwebs
No dreams to dream about
Only the echos of my silence
And the gloomy shadows of me
All alone

I have no value at all
I’m not worth saving for
That is why I’m letting myself go
Falling into a dark place
Where I really don’t mind going to

My life is yours to keep
If you can treat it well
And let it blossom like spring
Give it hope, give it a heart
Love it like it was your own

It’s getting late
The darkness is coming near
And the store is closing
But there is still one item left
There is one more life for sale

I don’t blame you if it sounds a bit emo or dark in any way…hehe. Couldn’t really write about anything bright. I feel like emo poems have alot of power to it. Weird isn’t it??

Photography..

Last night, I tried to make a Flickr account for some of my photos. It went pretty well…until I tried to put it in my sidebar…=( . I’ll try to do something about it though. Well anyways.. if you are not sure about what I think photography is.. this is what I think it is all about:
To capture moments that are easily forgettable to the human eye. Like for example, if I hadn’t taken a picture of the quarter-mile bridge under the cold weather, I would forget about that time where everyone’s feet turned numb after the walk across it. Although.. I have a negative type of “thing” to it:
When touring around new places, you would normally smile in front of a famous monument, right?? Well.. I believe when you do do that, your eyes see what you see.. but your heart is looking for the “real deal”. In other words, photography can be a world that doesn’t really exist in life. So the best setting for a photo is if you don’t plan it out. Just capturing what you think is interesting in life. I don’t know how that could be explained in writing.. that is what I believe in.

Here’s a little preview of my Flickr photos:


This is a pic I took outside of my windowsill of the hostel in Dusseldorf.


A festival day in Heritage Village in Dubai, UAE


Some kids and arches in a park in Doha, Qatar.

What a Man Does For Art…

Today started to be a boring day. I woke up at 5:30 am (no comments on that..hehe) and am still awake right now at 9:00 am. So I decided to search the internet on things that are new. I checked a few blogs, played some games and finally,.. went on to youtube for random things. I typed in National Geographic (as usual) and went to its official account. I was feeling a bit bored so I just clicked on a randomly chosen video to watch. At the end, it was kind of interesting. It was about a man who lost his most beloved art work (he didn’t make it though) because of the evacuation procedures during war. After 50-60 years, he found it in a rich Spanish museum and tried his best to get the artwork back. The video will tell you more about it…

Hope you weren’t too bored by it. How much will a man (or women) go for their most treasured possessions? How far will they go? His experiences were pretty cool. He tried his best to keep what is most precious to his life. Thumbs up for the dude!!  Nice try! =D

Poem in My Lost Book

I lost my A-CET pen for four days and found it on my desk (UGH!!) 5 minutes ago. Don’t you hate it when that happens?? Well anyways, that pen isn’t a normal one. It has a special value. I got it at the conference a week ago (oh how I miss it…boohoo..) and me and my friend picked to go to this presentation (I forgot which). Then, it turned out that the presentation people couldn’t go, so me and my friend took a detour and went to this other one instead. It was about A-CET. David Stables made an awesome presentation and a cool video to go along with it. At the end of session, he gave out keychains, magnets and pens made by A-CET. During lunch, I was sooooo touched with the presentation that he made, that I decided to write a poem about it…during the lunch  hour. I remembered I wrote it in this book a week ago. I carried the book with me everywhere…it was that special =). Here it is…. (boy, that was a long intro):

Untitled (for the moment)

Your hands are reaching out
Waiting for someone to lead you
Through the dark miseries lying ahead
Where surprises can be deadly
This is when ignorance becomes irritating
Now is when the real help is needed

The tears that are falling from your eyes
Are like dreams that have never been dreamt
Give them some time to blossom
It’s too early for the farewells and goodbyes
I want you to become who you want to be
Let the bird in you be free

It doesn’t matter that you don’t have the key
All it takes is the knowledge to know
What is behind that door of yours
Your passion and confidence will break through it all
And ahead of you will be your reality
But you can’t break free on your own

I can’t lift you up to the skies
No sir, I can’t do it alone
We are all broken in this world
And I can’t put myself back together alone
We all need to come together
And beat the fantasy out of reality