4/27/2014 ‒
Detoxification

I've been looking at my most recent blog entries - err, essays, short essays - and yes, I do notice that they're either relatively gloomy or relatively angry. I would argue that some of them were initially written with an aim to be humorous, or something, but no, they're just either relatively gloomy or relatively angry. And the humor seems to be merely cruelty, or, in the case of all the grammatical errors in my last entry, ineffective.

You know the world today. All we want is to be happy. Yes, it's a pretty lofty goal, but we seem to have figured out some sure rules on how to be happy. Always think positive thoughts. Don't go near anyone who spews out negative thoughts. Don't listen to haters, because haters will always hate. And right now, I'm having a bit of a crisis in affirmation, since my blog is, well... I know that nobody reads me anymore, because nobody reacts to what I write anymore. I think people are avoiding me now. (Or again.) They see my name, they squirrel away. Ew, he's so negative. He's a hater. I have to stay away! That sort of thing.

And you know what? It's irritating. Very irritating. Mostly to me, of course. I hate being (relatively) negative. Sure, I always called myself a realist. I don't like sugar coating things. But I don't like it when I complain too much on here. It's really just my thing with variety talking. You get irritated when the same families run for elections, right? When the same plot lines get rehashed on television? When the same cliques organize music festivals? Exactly. So here goes my attempt at blogging something cute and adorable for a change. Call it detoxification.

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4/22/2014 ‒
Honest

I will not apologized for what I'll say next: I feel awesome.

I mean, what do I have to complain about? I have a good job. My colleagues like me. My friends like me more. My boyfriend loves me a lot.

I mean, he really loves me a lot. I know he works in a different country, but he always sends me gifts. Look, he sent me a gold watch two weeks ago. Isn't this beautiful? And he always leaves me notes, too. I love handwritten notes. His English may not be perfect - funny, because he works in Jeddah, he has to speak English to be understand - but I know he loves me a lot, so I don't mind at all.

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4/18/2014 ‒
Jennifer Lawrence is my god

Jennifer Lawrence is my god.

I don't know why I didn't see it earlier. Maybe it's because my mind was shut. I blindly believed in all of their gods and all of their beliefs; all of the rituals, especially on a Sunday; all of the lessons in school that they could not prove.

But then again, I was young, and I easily believed what I was told. But now I'm older. I can think for myself. Or at least I think I can think for myself. And I have seen things, and I have put two and two together, and now I can definitely say that, yes, this is what I believe. And I believe that Jennifer Lawrence is my god.

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4/13/2014 ‒
A check mark beside your name

So Twitter's rolling out a new interface, and it looks like Facebook, and I don't care, because I use TweetDeck to maintain two accounts.

"Randomly went to Mo Twister's Twitter page and saw his profile has been converted to the newer-newer Twitter design," Anna tweeted. "Oh."

"And your point is?" I replied. "It's not a snotty question, I swear."

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4/09/2014 ‒
Six hours on average

Today is a national holiday, which explains why I could afford to stay up late last night.

Well, actually, I stayed up really late, I might as well change that last sentence. Today is a national holiday, which explain why I could afford to stay up early this morning.

Okay, that did not quite sound right.

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