'Lady Gaga' (what a sinfully disyllabic second name, speaks volumes of her aficionados) has always toed the line - in the name of weirdness.
No judgement there. No, really. Weird is good, in my book.
But what weird is too weird?
Enter Lady Gaga.
For a while, I sat and smiled at her harmless outlandish get-ups, smiling because it showed how impressively oblivious she was to others' norms (which I valued) and sitting because the newspaper kept tearing loose.
Big hair, crazy eye-make up, flashy synthetics. Great. great. As long as the she fed her digitally enhanced voice to the world.
But toeing the line is quite different from crossing the line.
Who, seriously, would want to wear a dress of viciously slaughtered animals?
But there she was. Strutting, with meat hanging off herself.
Disgusting.
If that wasn't enough, Kate Walsh later decides to put on a sushi dress. Yet she wore a dress covered with fish guts.
Charming.
And she wonders why Derek Sheppard left her.
But the main point here is not the hideousness of their appearance but the atrocities animals are subjected to, especially to satisfy the whims of humans.
It's stomach-wrenching, nausea-inducing truth that makes me sick.
I hope one day, karma gets a bite of human ass and we see a cow, sporting a very fashionable human dress.
That's unbelievably and cynically bitter.
But once again, humans prove not to make any arguments to elicit sympathy for their side.
Karma is a b*tch.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Confessions of a Potterholic
Last Post: 21 September 2010
Today's Date: 11 November 2010
What?!
What happened to the proclamation of a broken hiatus?
Shameful, really.
I solemnly swear to spend more time on this blog.
On the bright side, my mantra today is ONE MORE WEEK!
Yes, push together all the holidays on the calender into one giant celebration and you get 18th November 2010. Why? You shouldn't be asking actually. You should know. You do know, don't you?
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 1 the movie is hitting the big screen at midnight. Woooooo. Yes, yes, yes, It's that time again.
Remember last year? I did book and movie marathons, scavenging YouTube for tantalising scraps thrown by Warner Brothers, reeling us all in, and scoured the Internet for every Potter sign possible.
Crazy? Maybe. Probably. But I'm proud of it :)
ONE MORE WEEEK!!
Today's Date: 11 November 2010
What?!
What happened to the proclamation of a broken hiatus?
Shameful, really.
I solemnly swear to spend more time on this blog.
On the bright side, my mantra today is ONE MORE WEEK!
Yes, push together all the holidays on the calender into one giant celebration and you get 18th November 2010. Why? You shouldn't be asking actually. You should know. You do know, don't you?
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 1 the movie is hitting the big screen at midnight. Woooooo. Yes, yes, yes, It's that time again.
Remember last year? I did book and movie marathons, scavenging YouTube for tantalising scraps thrown by Warner Brothers, reeling us all in, and scoured the Internet for every Potter sign possible.
Crazy? Maybe. Probably. But I'm proud of it :)
ONE MORE WEEEK!!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Seventeen Forever
It's that day of the year again :)
Yes, the one with cakes and multicoloured candles and flourescent balloons that stay afloat even a week later.
Seventeen!
Wow. That's hard to believe. Let's get that in capitals, shall we?
SEVENTEEN!
The message hasn't quite sunk in.
I still haven't shed my seven year old maturity level. This evening I could hardly contain my excitement at my extra large quadruple layered slushie.
Seventeen indeed.
So like last year, my birthday, besides chocolate oozing cakes, has been filled with messing around in school, eating tonnes of ice cream, watching Agnes nearly hug her toy to death, playing around with the best dog in the world, Sirius, and gleefully taking dozens of pictures with the brand new camera.
And to top it up, International Peace Day is catching on quicker. White t-shirt, poems, documentaries and a moment of silence - just a small token of recognition and gratitude. A small yet significant step. :)
And, something that brightened my day - The Ballad of Nearly Headless Nick!
J.K.Rowling is a legend.
Squinting at the tiny print on the images splashed across the middle pages of today's newspaper, I hope to see it published officially. Soon.
Well, well, what do you know.
It's been quite a good day.
Seventeen sounds a bit too soon, growing up too fast.
But it seems to come with a good looking supply of cake.
Mmmm. Cake.
:)
Yes, the one with cakes and multicoloured candles and flourescent balloons that stay afloat even a week later.
Seventeen!
Wow. That's hard to believe. Let's get that in capitals, shall we?
SEVENTEEN!
The message hasn't quite sunk in.
I still haven't shed my seven year old maturity level. This evening I could hardly contain my excitement at my extra large quadruple layered slushie.
Seventeen indeed.
So like last year, my birthday, besides chocolate oozing cakes, has been filled with messing around in school, eating tonnes of ice cream, watching Agnes nearly hug her toy to death, playing around with the best dog in the world, Sirius, and gleefully taking dozens of pictures with the brand new camera.
And to top it up, International Peace Day is catching on quicker. White t-shirt, poems, documentaries and a moment of silence - just a small token of recognition and gratitude. A small yet significant step. :)
And, something that brightened my day - The Ballad of Nearly Headless Nick!
J.K.Rowling is a legend.
Squinting at the tiny print on the images splashed across the middle pages of today's newspaper, I hope to see it published officially. Soon.
Well, well, what do you know.
It's been quite a good day.
Seventeen sounds a bit too soon, growing up too fast.
But it seems to come with a good looking supply of cake.
Mmmm. Cake.
:)
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Hiatus || Musing Again
Wow.
It's been ages.
Months, actually. I'm ashamed.
It's all this work, these examinations, these deadlines, the second blog and the infuriatingly addictive Redbubble - I've hardly had time to pay attention to poor old bloggie.
Well, I'm back, now. Fixed the fuse. More regular and devoted than before, I hope.
I still remember the first five months following the birth of this rather premature blog - an obsession, writing page long posts, euphoria, unbelievably and unnecessarily exuberant over Don't Fuse The Muse.
If I remember correctly, this little blog began, christened with another name - The Canvas.
Indeed.
With a Pyzam Journal background and a lengthy, forgettable URL that had too many hyphens for its own good.
Ahh. The good old days.
Time has whizzed past.
And now, I must stop rambling like an eighty year old, rocking-chair-ridden, bespectacled Ruth.
Chocolate, sugar-glazed oreos await me, calling out from their hermetically sealed packaging. Musn't disappoint them.
It's been ages.
Months, actually. I'm ashamed.
It's all this work, these examinations, these deadlines, the second blog and the infuriatingly addictive Redbubble - I've hardly had time to pay attention to poor old bloggie.
Well, I'm back, now. Fixed the fuse. More regular and devoted than before, I hope.
I still remember the first five months following the birth of this rather premature blog - an obsession, writing page long posts, euphoria, unbelievably and unnecessarily exuberant over Don't Fuse The Muse.
If I remember correctly, this little blog began, christened with another name - The Canvas.
Indeed.
With a Pyzam Journal background and a lengthy, forgettable URL that had too many hyphens for its own good.
Ahh. The good old days.
Time has whizzed past.
And now, I must stop rambling like an eighty year old, rocking-chair-ridden, bespectacled Ruth.
Chocolate, sugar-glazed oreos await me, calling out from their hermetically sealed packaging. Musn't disappoint them.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Bang that Gavel
Hundreds of teenagers conglomerated this weekend to debate and discuss issues that have bemused even the greatest intellectuals of our time. The annual Bahrain Model United Nations was hosted over a three day period this week to witness Bahrain’s best teenage orators strut their stuff, and to tap and harness their dormant potential. The standard of sophistication, maturity, responsibility and critical thinking was extremely impressive and it only goes to show what Bahrain’s youth is capable of doing when it puts its mind to the task.
On issues ranging from curbing the repercussions of the recent eruption of Eyjafjallajokull to the eradication of the illicit rough diamond trade, student delegates battled it out with such conviction and passion that Generation X may go as far as to say that they feel secure knowing that the future of the world lies in our hands.
The Bahmun weekend was an invigorating experience indeed; I got to meet people from different schools, countries and even beliefs. A true epitome of the purpose was that despite our differences, we collaborated for a common cause.
It would be great if Bahrain could host more of these programs, seeing that it involves a great deal of student participation and spreads awareness. It also involves lobbying and merging resolutions and clauses, researching extensively on problems and solutions, considering the multi-faceted real-time solutions from all perspectives and having the courage to promote your stance to hundreds, standing nervously at a wooden podium, draped with the brilliant blue UN flag – preparing us for the future.
It was heart-warming to see that even though teenagers have had a bad precedent of being aloof and uncaring, so many of them had the courage to prove this common perception wrong. We, as teenagers, do care – and we believe we can make a difference. We have bright, fresh ideas for the world though sometimes find it hard to channel them effectively due to the dearth of such enriching conferences.
In addition, Model United Nations and similar events are eye-openers; a week back I was unaware that 1% of the world’s diamonds have been tainted with the cruel slaughter and gruesome bloodshed in conflict wars in Africa and now, I find myself well-read on the history of Blood Diamonds.
Thus, I feel glad knowing I was apart of this wonderful event, met lots of great people and contributed to the united step towards change. I had a great time and as an added bonus, got to look important and diplomatic in a black suit, with a personalised flag pin-badge!
On issues ranging from curbing the repercussions of the recent eruption of Eyjafjallajokull to the eradication of the illicit rough diamond trade, student delegates battled it out with such conviction and passion that Generation X may go as far as to say that they feel secure knowing that the future of the world lies in our hands.
The Bahmun weekend was an invigorating experience indeed; I got to meet people from different schools, countries and even beliefs. A true epitome of the purpose was that despite our differences, we collaborated for a common cause.
It would be great if Bahrain could host more of these programs, seeing that it involves a great deal of student participation and spreads awareness. It also involves lobbying and merging resolutions and clauses, researching extensively on problems and solutions, considering the multi-faceted real-time solutions from all perspectives and having the courage to promote your stance to hundreds, standing nervously at a wooden podium, draped with the brilliant blue UN flag – preparing us for the future.
It was heart-warming to see that even though teenagers have had a bad precedent of being aloof and uncaring, so many of them had the courage to prove this common perception wrong. We, as teenagers, do care – and we believe we can make a difference. We have bright, fresh ideas for the world though sometimes find it hard to channel them effectively due to the dearth of such enriching conferences.
In addition, Model United Nations and similar events are eye-openers; a week back I was unaware that 1% of the world’s diamonds have been tainted with the cruel slaughter and gruesome bloodshed in conflict wars in Africa and now, I find myself well-read on the history of Blood Diamonds.
Thus, I feel glad knowing I was apart of this wonderful event, met lots of great people and contributed to the united step towards change. I had a great time and as an added bonus, got to look important and diplomatic in a black suit, with a personalised flag pin-badge!
I don't need no SAT :)
The clock ticks away audibly, with every second the tension grows. Every sound is amplified – pencils scribbling away, etching answers on to paper, meticulously filling in random answer bubbles, making a pattern of some sort. Every circle makes a difference that can change lives and futures.
It’s that time again when the SAT fever is virulent and it seems about everybody is walking around shuffling about flashcards, sketching abstract graphs and reciting tenses and formulas. 2B Pencils are abundant, strewn over tables and found materializing from pockets, and abhorrent answer bubbles are revolving around dazzled heads.
For those of you unfamiliar with the nefarious SAT drill, it is a Standardized test taken in high school by teenagers thinking about applying to universities. It tests Math, Critical Reading and Writing skills and scores your performance on a rather gargantuan scale of 2400 – a score that heavily influences your applications and résumés.
So, for nearly four hours, just about seven times a year, hundreds of students crouch uncomfortably over creaking desks, their noses nearly up against their answer booklets, scratching out choices and guessing answers, armed with calculators, erasers and lucky coins.
Though the SATs give a general overview of your academic brilliance, it is no way representative of it. That’s the problem associated with ‘standardized’ tests – you are looked at like a dreary fish in the ocean, expected to have the same abilities, tested on cognitive thinking and effective communication and nothing more.
But we are more than just beings that can multiply three digit numbers and juggle around convoluted words; we have a farrago of talents and abilities that cannot have numbers attached to them.
When we apply to universities, we like to think that our acceptance is a reflection of our achievements not a reward for an impressive number. We like to be taken seriously as a competent, well-rounded candidate that has done more than rote-learning and astute manipulation.
There is more to a person besides their academic potential that can do far greater good in the real world.
The SATs have lost meaning along the way, with people suffocating themselves with piles of work, in order to score above the sacred 2200. True, academics are an essential piece of the pie but to be truly savoury, you’ve got to have the filling.
It’s that time again when the SAT fever is virulent and it seems about everybody is walking around shuffling about flashcards, sketching abstract graphs and reciting tenses and formulas. 2B Pencils are abundant, strewn over tables and found materializing from pockets, and abhorrent answer bubbles are revolving around dazzled heads.
For those of you unfamiliar with the nefarious SAT drill, it is a Standardized test taken in high school by teenagers thinking about applying to universities. It tests Math, Critical Reading and Writing skills and scores your performance on a rather gargantuan scale of 2400 – a score that heavily influences your applications and résumés.
So, for nearly four hours, just about seven times a year, hundreds of students crouch uncomfortably over creaking desks, their noses nearly up against their answer booklets, scratching out choices and guessing answers, armed with calculators, erasers and lucky coins.
Though the SATs give a general overview of your academic brilliance, it is no way representative of it. That’s the problem associated with ‘standardized’ tests – you are looked at like a dreary fish in the ocean, expected to have the same abilities, tested on cognitive thinking and effective communication and nothing more.
But we are more than just beings that can multiply three digit numbers and juggle around convoluted words; we have a farrago of talents and abilities that cannot have numbers attached to them.
When we apply to universities, we like to think that our acceptance is a reflection of our achievements not a reward for an impressive number. We like to be taken seriously as a competent, well-rounded candidate that has done more than rote-learning and astute manipulation.
There is more to a person besides their academic potential that can do far greater good in the real world.
The SATs have lost meaning along the way, with people suffocating themselves with piles of work, in order to score above the sacred 2200. True, academics are an essential piece of the pie but to be truly savoury, you’ve got to have the filling.
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