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less than one week of lecture left. I'm going to miss this man... [02 May 2006|12:52pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

Political Science 136A Lecture 5-2 12:45 PM

Student: Are you in favor of decriminalizing marijuana?
Prof Gregor: I’m a libertarian. I don’t care what people do. There is no evidence that marijuana is worse than hard alcohol. And if it shortens your life, better still!

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yearning for more [17 Mar 2006|01:18am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

This great longing for so cal came over me while watching the OC earlier tonight. No, I definitely do NOT long to be in the OC, that’s for sure… But the palm trees, the Spanish style houses and the beach on the show all reminded me of home (LA that is), how much I love it and how I want to live there until I “file off this mortal coil” (as Gregor likes to put it). I miss the warm summer nights, the crickets and the faint but ever present sound of sirens in the distance…

Living alone is an interesting thing. Technically I don’t live alone but seeing as Sonja and I have our own bedrooms and bathrooms, it often feels that way. We both agree that our apartment is really two studios sharing a kitchen. I cherish my own privacy and space. I don’t understand why loneliness has such a negative connotation. Solitude is sometimes so beautiful. On the flip side, there are times I find myself yearning for the loving warmth of a companion during the cold cold night.

Quote of the day:

“For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.”
-Audrey Hepburn

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quick update [16 Mar 2006|01:21am]
[ mood | tired ]

The past week or so has been super busy. Til yesterday I was stressing over my midterm in PS 136A (theory in comparative analysis), which, the reader announced two minutes before distributing, apparently counts for 50% of our grade. I would have known this had freakin Prof Gregor given us a syllabus. On top of the midterm, I had to prepare a presentation for my legal studies section today, as well as get my paid research done in time for my meeting today. But what’s really consuming my time is choir. We’ve had 3 hour rehearsals every night for several nights in a row now. Our concert should be bomb. My mom is coming up for the concert. I’m hyyypped. If anyone is interested in coming:

5 PM Sunday March 19, Hertz Hall
J.S. Bach, St. Matthew Passion
University Chorus in Collaboration with the Chamber Chorus
With an orchestra of period musicians and soloists and the Piedmont Children’s Chorus

I know I bitch and whine constantly about all the work on my shoulders, but when it comes down to it, I like being really busy. First and foremost, I know I am most productive when I have a lot on my plate. Knowing that I have a lot to get through forces me to get down to business and not waste time browsing facebook, talking on AIM or engaging in any other pointless form of procrastination. Moreover, being really busy keeps me from dwelling. Reflection is good sometimes, but when I don’t have enough work I find myself drowning in it.

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musical high [04 Mar 2006|12:25am]
[ mood | high ]

today my bach quartet and I performed for our conductor. our scheduled time of performance (6:15 PM) happened to collide with another quartet's so what prof kuzma (conductor) ended up having each quartet do was take turns singing for her. for me, singin is so personal and exposes the deepest and most vulnerable place within, that the idea of performing in such a small ensemble, with only one person on each part, so exposed, so naked, in front of my conductor, let alone four other people, had initially made me somewhat nervous. but what choice did i have? my grade depended on it. now, i've told you before that it's the little things that count the most to me. with that in mind, the highlight of my day/evening occurred at circa 7:00 PM when both groups had finished singing and the alto from the other quartet came up to me just as I was leaving morrison (the music building) to tell me, "I really love your voice." If the comment had come from a random person, frankly, it wouldn't have meant much. That someone with musical knowledge and high standards told me that was what really touched me. she has no idea how those few words made my day. on a less humble note, it's not the first time my voice has been complimented on and everytime it happens it really gets to me and i'm in a musical high. the bach has really gotten to me as well. movement one has me balling. so fuckin profound.

walking out of morrison, overwhelming feelings of serenity and completeness washed over me and lead me to friday night shabbat services at hillel, which i hadn't attended in a looonnggg time. while reciting the mourners kaddish and whatnot, my mind relapsed to a conversation i had had a couple of weeks ago with grace over coffee. the girls we are, we had been talking about relationships and hearts. she had made a metaphor that one's heart is a concrete object that can be chipped away by various individuals until there is nothing left. i thought about this momentarily and then replied that perhaps the heart has infinite pieces and can never be chipped away to nothingness. but i still wonder, is the heart strong enough to endure one heartbreak after another, chip after chip? is there a point where nothing is left?

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[26 Feb 2006|02:14am]
[ mood | indifferent ]

From "The Devil's Advocate":

John Milton: Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off. He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never.


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[16 Feb 2006|12:34am]
[ mood | content ]

I forgot to announce to the whole wide world that I got into polisci 136A and dropped polisci 157B! yes yes yes!! Now my Tuesdays and Thursdays start at 11 as opposed to 9:30 AM! Lesson learned: patience and persistence work and fuck the polisci advisors! Professor Gregor is cranky, bitter, senile and racist. God I love him. We’re getting into research methods pretty soon too. I’m in heaven.
Scene: In class yesterday (Valentines Day) – Prof Gregor explaining the importance of word meanings and criteria lists when doing research/statistics
Prof Gregor: you see, words are used to serve purposes. That’s all. What does fascism mean? What does intelligence mean? What does love mean? I love my mom. I love my dog. I love my wife. All in very different ways, I hope. In San Francisco you can never tell. So we use the word love in different ways at different times for different purposes.
It was unfortunate (fortunate for some of us) that Valentines Day fell on a Tuesday this year. Despite school and work, my day was good. I had a really sweet valentine. He brought me cookies and watched my choir and I practice for an hour or so. The two of us also ventured into unknown territory (aka the faculty club, which is pimp by the way). Later in the evening Sonja, Nav and I got together for some late night loving… I mean, drinks : )
In the valentines spirit, I started re-listening to Josh Groban a couple of nights ago after having taken a few months break from his albums. Instantly I fell back in love with him, his voice and his music. I googled the lyrics and translations to his Italian songs: http://www.truemind.net/joshgroban/lyrics/ One of my favorites, Per Te (For You):
Sento nell'aria il profumo di te                            I smell your scent in the air
Piccoli sogni vissuti con me                               Little dreams lived with me
Ora lo so                                                                 Now I know
Non voglio perderti                                               I don’t want to lose you
Quella dolcezza così senza età                        That ageless sweetness
La tua bellezza rivali non ha                               Your beauty has no rival
Il cuore mio vuole soltanto te                             My heart wants only you

Per te, per te, vivrò                                               For you, for you I’ll live
L'amore vincerà                                                  Love will win
Con te, con te, avrò                                            With you, with you, I’ll have
Mille giorni di felicità                                          A thousand happy days
Mille notti di serenità                                         A thousand peaceful nights
Farò quello che mi chiederai                           I will do anything you ask me to
Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai                 I will go anywhere you go
Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te                      I will give all the love I have for you

Dimmi che tu già il futuro lo sai                     Tell me that you already know the future
Dimmi che questo non finirà mai                 Tell me that this will never end
Senza di te non voglio esistere                     Without you I don’t want to exist
As if I wasn’t obsessed with his music enough…Now that I’ve read the translations I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop listening. His music is just so loaded with passion, romance and drama! And lord knows i L-O-V-E drama. By drama I am NOT referring to soap opera garbage or stupid sorority catfights. I’m talking about opera-style drama. I’m talking about arias. Lamenting, lost love, death… This probably explains why I’m drawn to music of the romantic era like a moth to a flame.
On another note (no pun intended), I also realized while reading the Italian lyrics and translations that I understand a considerable amount of Italian thanks to French. There are so many striking similarities (e.g. the verb to forget - perdre – perderti and the verb to have – avoir – avrò).
Music is the greatest gift...
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poem [12 Feb 2006|03:33pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

On the brink of destruction and despair
About to fall into an eternal abyss of desolation
I cling onto my rag doll Music with hoops of steel
He knows just how to heal
His lyrics return me to lonely sorrows long past
They remind me that this emptiness and melancholy won’t last
They reassure me it’ll be ok
His chords wipe my tears away
They lead me astray
They tell me the future holds a better day
His rhythm pumps my hollow heart back to life
It remedies this inner strife
It nourishes my feeble body and soul
It mends shattered pieces of my spirit
Making me once again whole

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65-62... suck that stanfurd [09 Feb 2006|11:57pm]

Best public university bitches: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,591-1343946,00.html

California Drinking Song

The steward went below. (Shhh!)
To light the captain's lamp. (Shhh!)
The lamp it would not light. (Why not?)
Because the wick was damp. (Oh!)
The captain went below. (Shhh!)
To kick the steward's... (Shhh!)
He said, "So fire it up you son-of-a-bitch,
The Golden Gate is passed!"

Oh, they had a little party down in Newport;
There was Harry, there was Mary, there was Grace.
Oh, they had a little party down in Newport,
And they had to carry Harry from the place.

Oh, they had to carry Harry to the ferry,
And the ferry carried Harry to the shore;
And the reason that they had to carry Harry to the ferry
Was that Harry couldn't carry any more.

For California, for California,
The hills send back the cry,
We're out to do or die,
For California, for California,
We'll win the game or know the reason why.

And when the game is over, we will buy a keg of booze,
And drink to California 'till we wobble in our shoes.

So drink, tra la la,
Drink, tra la la,
Drink, drank, drunk last night,
Drunk the night before;
Gonna get drunk tonight
Like I never got drunk before;
For when I'm drunk, I'm as happy as can be
For I am member of the Souse family.

Now the Souse family is the best family
That ever came over from old Germany.
There's the Highland Dutch, and the Lowland Dutch,
The Rotterdam Dutch, and the Irish.

Sing glorious, victorious,
One keg of beer for the four of us.
Sing glory be to God that there are no more of us,
For one of us could drink it all alone. Damn near.
Here's to the Irish, dead drunk. The lucky stiffs....
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music is the greatest gift [07 Feb 2006|10:51pm]
[ mood | high ]

how does music have this power over me... how do lyrics bring smiles... how do chords render tears

Bad Day - Daniel Powter:

Where is the moment when we need it the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue sky's faded to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carrying on

Stand in the line just ahead of the law
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carrying on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day

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weekend reflection [07 Feb 2006|01:03am]
[ mood | curious ]

i never thought i'd say this but i'm happy the weekend is over. while clubbin in san francisco with the persians and a couple of honorary non-persians on friday night was fun (even though the music sucked... and thank god i wasn't the only one who thought so), saturday turned sour. a couple of days before, my ipod had started having difficulty performing (i can't help but notice how funny this sentence sounds outta context... heehee). On saturday, the bloody thing froze and then died on me, and right before I was about to go workout with it. that son of a bitch. Had this happened in LA, it would not have been that big of a problem. I would have been able to pop into my car and drive for ten minutes down to the local best buy. lucky for me, the closest (or not so close) best buy here is in another city that takes forever to get to by bus. and the bus stop is a good mile or two away from the store. and the stop to go back to berkeley is farther. and did I mention that you have to transfer on the way back?! i abhor public transportation! get me back to LA noowww. To make things worse, they couldn't repair my ipod in the store and they refused to give me a new one even though I have insurance on the bloody thing. So now I have to be separated from the only love I've ever known for three whole weeks without any compensation until the freakin thing get fixed. Apparently best buy doesn't understand the idea of music as a fundafuckinmental human right. what ever happened to substantive due process?! WOW too much polisci 157B (US Constitutional Law) and polisci 140H (Human Rights). As if the weekend hadn't been sinusoidal enough, randomly last night I felt like I was on E. Despite having run 6 miles and burned ~550 calories earlier that day, I still had a ridiculous amount of energy pent up. At the risk of sounding extremely cliche, I was practically bouncing off the walls. I was dying to get out of the apartment, which felt like a cage, but didn't want to get raped going out alone. It being a late Sunday evening, aka cram all the reading I didn't do because I was drunk and high all weekend time, nobody wanted to go out, not even for a short walk. On top of all this, I had a strange craving for cereal. Strange because i NEVER eat cereal. and of course i had no cereal in the apartment. so there i was, desperate to get out of the cage, in search for cereal. sounds like something that came outta harold and kumar - the drugs, the cravings, the desire for a late night escapade.

in any case, the weekend is over. i have a feeling that the rest of this week, like today, will be mellow, calm and mostly sunny. the weekend is promising too. on thursday evening, sonja and i have free tickets (thanks to her sis) to the cal-stanfurd bball game! GO BEARS!!! goin to a hookah bar is also a define possibility. our (university chorus) valentines concert is coming up soon (Feb 13th, 8 PM). i want to go to a strip club for valentines day. given that it falls on a tuesday night, however, a girl can only ask for so much :)

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Music is like sex… seriously [05 Feb 2006|01:37am]
[ mood | quixotic ]

Yeah I know, the two are amazing… but they share more than just that!

Ever since I was a kid, listening to a piece of music midway has always bothered me. When my mom and I would listen to the radio in the car while she would park, I’d make her wait until the song was over to turn off the engine. Sometimes she’d get really annoyed if the song had just begun and would ask, “Why can’t you just listen to the rest when we’re back in the house, huh?” I didn’t really understand why it bothered me so much back then. I thought myself really weird. “So how does this relate to sex?” you ask. I’ve come to the realization that the different stages of music (not all music, but most classical and the overwhelming majority of pop/modern) are structured similarly to the stages of sex: excitement, plateau, orgasm and resolution. Think about it for a second. It goes without saying that there is always initial excitement in a musical piece. As the piece progresses, dissonance starts growing and becomes greater and greater and the music crescendos (plateau) until unstable chords are resolved (consonance – orgasm) and the music diminuendos (resolution). So basically turning off a piece of music midway is like having sex and stopping before reaching orgasm. Lesson of story: don’t fuck with my radio.

On another note, here are some random things I love:
- Music
- Dancing, especially drunk dancing
- Singing loud and proud along to hits while on the dance floor
- boys who can dance
- boys who like to show off their moves on the dance floor… so hot so hot
- passionate individuals, especially men. Yum.
- Oh shiat, and don’t even get me started when you combine all of these together… drunk passionate male dancer/singer showing his moves off on the dance floor while singin along to the lyrics. Talk about orgasm right thurr.

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don’t cry for me livejournal, the truth is I never left you [03 Feb 2006|01:31am]
[ mood | calm ]

Yeah I know it’s been a while. Ok, how bout more than a year. Academics and social life always take precedence. Duh! Writing and reflecting are good every now and then though. So here goes…

I want to graduate already. Don’t get me wrong, I love Berkeley, I really do. Growing up I always wanted to go here. The friends I have come to know and love, the faculty I have had the honor of working with and learning from and the singers/musicians I have shared the sacredness of music with have made these almost three years forever great. Lord knows, however, that every school has its flaws. I am tired of waitlists and the administration. God damn it people, I have senior status and yet I’m still on the waiting list for a class in my major. That’s just ridiculous. In-state students do not pay $20,000 per year (out of state, $35,000!) to take second choice backup classes. Morever, the advisors in the political science department are incompetent and uncaring. All they’ve ever said when I’ve come to their office for advice is “I don’t know, it’s ultimately your choice.” Honestly people, if I wanted that response, I could ask the motherfuckin homeless bum on telegraph. Anyhow, here are the classes I’m taking this semester:

Political Science 157B – US Constitutional Law – Civil Liberties
Political Science 140H – Human Rights and the Politics of Identity
Political Science 136A – Theory in Comparative Analysis
Legal Studies 168 – Sex, Reproduction and the Law
Music 144 – University Chorus

I’m on the waitlist for PS 136A. I really hope I’ll get in because Professor Gregor is the shit and I really want to drop PS 157B. Con law interests me, but the class is at 9:30 AM (an ungodly hour) on the other side of campus, there is a shitload of reading for the course and students who have had Prof Silverstein for PS 157A before all say that getting an “A” is really hard. While Prof Gregor has a certain reputation for being conservative and a hardass (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._James_Gregor ) he is a great lecturer and a very sweet and funny old man if you get to know him. A couple of days ago I approached him after class to ask him a question but before I could even say anything he looked at me and said, “you’re doing the right thing you know. I know it must be hard now but once they come off you’ll be really happy.” I was like, “wtf is he talking about?!” He went on, “My wife gottem done at 54 years of age and til this day I can’t stop staring at her gorgeous smile.” And it clicked that he was staring at my mouth, referring to my braces! What he said comforted me greatly. It’s hard and sometimes embarrassin having braces in college. Today in class I told Gregor that I’d try my best to get him the railroad chalk he has requested and cannot seem to find locally. I explained to him that one of my other professors uses that type of chalk and would perhaps give some away. Gregor was like, “just dazzle him with your smile.” I didn’t know if he was complimenting me and being super sweet or being funny and teasing me about my braces. Perhaps both. Either way, he’s godly.

As always, chorus is amazing. Professor Kuzma, my conductor, is a definite source of emulation for all singers and musicians. We’re singing Bach’s Matthew Passion. I’ll be honest, it’s not my cup of tea. I never liked baroque. Well, that’s not completely true. I like some baroque pieces in minor. Some of the chorales in the passion are in minor and are very beautiful. But as a whole, Passion sucks. For starters, german diction is a bitch. I find the language in general extremely cacophonous. I want to return to Faure’s Requiem! Bring back the romantic era! Oh well, at least the grad student in the tenor section is H-O-T! AND he leads the sectional that I am in! He can conduct me anytime! Ok ok TMI… :)

It’s official, the men of Berkeley, at least the undergrads, are completely unfortunate in both character and looks. The UCLA men far outdo those at Cal when it comes to the latter. As to the former, empirical experience leads me to believe that both are as bad as each other. It doesn't help that the majority of undergraduate males here are also younger than me now. And what ever happened to chivalry? I guess that got tossed out with the commencement of gender rights and equality. Every now and then though, I am pleasantly surprised. The sentimental person I am, I cherish small gestures from the heart over big gestures from the wallet. Example:

So I live next to a fraternity. My bedroom window is directly across from the bedroom window of a couple of boys in the house who jus moved in at the beginning of the semester. They seem to be really nice and funny. Whenever we see each other they always wave, smile or give a funny face. The other night they did the cutest thing. I got back to my apartment after a long day at school. I come into my room, you know, put my shit down, turn the lights on, the regular old routine, which includes pulling the window blinds up, to find a printed sign on their window saying “HI!” Now I’m sure printing a couple of letters out must have taken them a whopping two seconds but the gesture was really cute.

If the prospects for a romantic relationship weren’t bad enough at this school, they just got worse with my upper braces. God now I can’t even smile. Thank Moses they’re only gonna be on for another 9-10 months and that they’re coming off before I graduate. Meanwhile, I am dedicated to strengthening and improving the rest of my body. I work out 4+ times a week. I get on the elliptical and typically run 5 miles, which usually burns around 500 calories. The other day I hit a personal record by running three miles in less than 23 minutes, the first of which I ran under 7 minutes. I have doubts, however, on how accurate the elliptical really is. Accurate or not, I still have a really good workout.

Tomorrow is sure to be a promising day. I plan on working out, doing some laundry, getting paid (yay for money… I’m sucha Jew), developing film, going to physical therapy and going to the ISCO (Iranian Student Cultural Org) clubbing event in San Fran! I haven’t been clubbin since New Years in Hollywood with Wen, which, by the way, was a blast. Good times are to come. Now all I gotta do is get my beauty rest!

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[12 Dec 2004|11:02pm]
[ mood | scared ]

more haikus...

Between lines of notes
you softly sing to me lies
music from the heart

spotlight and all eyes
fingers shake on silent strings
must conquer this piece

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[11 Dec 2004|12:04am]
[ mood | dorky ]

I don’t know wat to make of these dreams. Last night I dreamt that I defended you in front of my parents, claiming that I truly love you. weird…

Haiku to a special shot glass

Maker’s Mark Shot Glass
Brings me back to nights gone by
Crunk on the dance floor

The week from hell, informally known as finals week, is rapidly approaching, after which I’m home free!!! Strangely enough I’m not dreading the next few days as much as most people. On Sunday I have a choir concert with the Alumni chorus which will be jolly good fun. I have a violin solo in one of the pieces. woohoo. This semester has been really enjoyable thanks to chill peeps (eg resies), quality events/parties, decent classes and a couple of really inspirational individuals, one of whom was one of my polisci professors. Since I’m doing fairly well in the class my GSI suggested I take Stoker’s graduate class, Polisci 231 - Quantitative Analysis in Political Research. Hells yeah I will.

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[01 Dec 2004|12:07am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

Oh damn! Practically an entire semester has gone by since my last update. Every time I attempt to write an entry, I stop halfway b/c there are so many things I want to say and not enough time to say it in. The following is an accumulation of thoughts, poems, whatnot I’ve jotted down throughout the last few months:

October: I long for the warmth of days gone by

I remember back in the day, 7th grade to be exact, us middle schoolers were assigned the “Who Am I?” project where we attempted to find ourselves by researching our ancestors, lookin up articles from the day we were born, askin people we knew what they thought of us, etc…ha it’s been a good 8 years and I’m still searching. I specifically remember this one question in the assignment: “If there was one word to describe you, what would it be?” This question would come up again and again in the years to follow, from stupid teen magazine quizzes to college apps. Never did a word come to me til now: Nostalgic. So often do I find myself reminiscing, talking to others about “last year yada yada yada.” “when I lived in the UK blah blah blah..” its almost scary. I’m 19, not 90. It’s funny b/c as I type all this I hear TLC’s“scrubs” coming out of my suitemates room and once more I’m taken back to days gone by. Yupp nostalgia is the quintessence of me.

So many uncertainties but a couple-a things I know are true:
a) I was meant for music and music was meant for me.
Everytime I pick up my violin, sing, I feel this sense of catharsis that nothing else has ever given me. And I honestly don’t know how many people will ever have the privilege to experience it. It’s sad…I don’t think 95% of the students here feel that way about the subject they’re pursuing, whether it be engineering to political science.

b) I was born to serve justice…don’t feel like elaborating really except to say: I like learning about law, social justice, civil rights/liberties…all that good stuff…plus, I love arguing… yeaahh law school’s the right track fo me.

November: Politics

This time Bush won. Not only did he win the Electoral College, but the popular vote by a margin of approx 3 million people. Although I personally find this very sad, we must ask WHY? For two main reasons: his “moral values” and the War in Iraq.

Moral Values:
Statistically, more citizens care for his “moral values”, which include anti-homosexual marriage and pro-life views, over the economy. Once again Bush pulled his religious ties, reeling in groups such as the cohesive and politically shrewd evangelical Protestants which remain to be aligned with the Republican Party. Continuing his faith-based initiative, which was used in the 2000 election and sought to funnel government assistance to religious groups engaged in charitable work, helped him win the votes from conservative Christian groups. His sympathy for many of the goals of religious conservatives, which means that their ideas are well-represented in government, also gained him much support. What I want to know is: WTF EVER HAPPENED TO DIVISION BETWEEN CHURCH AND STATE?!?!?! It has been shown that:
a. There is a positive relationship between education and liberalism
b. There is a negative relationship between religion and liberalism.
You know what you dumb religious fuckers? Go ahead and vote for Bush for all I care… I’m getting me a great edumacation and a great job so if anything I’m going to be the one enjoying the tax cut benefits… it’s the dumb religious hicks that are going to get screwed flipping burgers at the local McDonalds because they care more about stopping abortions. When these next four years are over and our country is in the shithole, I’ll turn to you, laugh, and say, “this is what you voted for.”

The War In Iraq:
Many people voted for Bush because of the War in Iraq. Swing voters, by 2 to 1, agree with Bush’s handling of terrorism and the war in Iraq (Washington Post). I’m torn. Time and time again people have questioned the legitimacy of America’s right to reduce the gap between other people’s institutions (eg Iraq) and American values. Let me start by mentioning that people are very close-minded in respect to this issue and either say “we have no right” ( grippa people at berk) or “we have complete right.” I’m in between.
Reasons against US interference in other societies:
1) institutions of other societies should reflect the values and behavior of people in that society, not of the US. To intrude is either imperialism or colonialism – both of which go against American values to begin with!
2) To significantly influence the institutional development of other societies is simply beyond American knowledge, skill and resources and therefore can be counterproductive.
3) Shaping a society often irritates and antagonizes other governments…that jus gets ugllyyy…

Justifications for US interference in other societies:
1) if other institutions pose a direct threat to American institutions or values (basically self-defense).
2) American efforts to make other people’s institutions conform to American values would be justified if the people supported those values. In every society, support exists for liberty, equality, democracy and individual rights. Helping a society achieve such values is justified as long as the US recognized that these values can be realized in other societies through institutions that are different than those that exist in the US.
3) Many American values are universally valid and applicable.

Anyway, a few last random political thoughts:
1. Geographically all the “red” states were slave-states back in the day… scary huh?
2. Now that Bush is in his second term, and “re-election” is over, nothing stands in his way. Now that he needs nothing more out of the public he has no fear of doing everything and anything on his hidden agenda.
3. The democrats weren’t unified in the 2004 election, which is a major reason why we lost. On a brighter note, 2008 awaits…and Hilary, Obama and all these other great candidates are thinking of running. In 2008 there will be no incumbent to have the upper hand. Bush will have made the Republican Party look like horse shit and victory will be ours!

My best friend
My love
My life

How I have
About you
Infinite times

And yet
Not even
The most poignant profound lyrics
Not even
The most convincing tone
The sweetest melody
Can do justice
Can fully explain
Your presence
Your significance

Throughout history
A loyal companion
How you have always been there
You lead
The Jews out of Egypt
The Blacks out of misery
The dark into light

Perfect fifths
Augmented Sixths
An endless array
Of colors
Like sunlight hitting raindrops
After a stormy day

I question
I doubt
If someone can,
Has ever lived
Seeing your face
Hearing your voice
Every morning
Noon and night

And I know
Without You
I could never survive

You are
My best friend
My love
My life


So I had a really “interesting” dream the other night and I don’t know what to make of it. I wonder if dreams even really mean something. Obviously they’re not foretellers of the actual future. But I wonder if they say something about your subconscious… godamnit, psychology has such a long way to go.

I’m tired…three more weeks and I’m home-free. 310 fo life!!!

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It’s the night after the Usher concert and life is good... [06 Sep 2004|03:20am]
[ mood | curious ]

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not perfect and as always, it could be better, but I can’t complain. Today the weather was absolutely gorgeous so Sonja and I decided to go for a swim. The rest of the day I’ve been laying around lazily, thinking about life and thanking above for what I have. I guess the feeling that’s closest to what I’m experiencing right now is the feeling you get when you finally reach the top of a mountain and are taken away by the beauty below. Seldom do I have these extremely positive moments so I must savor them while they last. Usher set me off in a good mood last night. He’s so smooth yet soo raunchy...I love, no, I live for it. Kanye West was pretty hot too. The concert was “hella” ghetto for two main reasons: a) it took place at the Oakland arena and b) it was an Usher concert. The entire place reeked of weed and during intermission there was a wannabe “you got served” dance-off between two random dudes in the audience. Bryant (x-RA/good friend) and I went together. We had the cheap im-broke-off-my-college-paying-ass $35 tickets but we snuck into the front section for half the concert until an usher *no pun intended* noticed and informed us that “we were lost.” Mothafuckas… nevertheless, I had a good time. Bryant, I know you’re in DC right now, but whenever/if you read this, thanks for going with me! I know that you’re a busy dude and that your ass doesn’t want to hang out and associate with the undergrads now that you’re at Boalt, but I’m still gonna call you up from time to time and insist that we hang.

If you haven’t figured out already, I’m back in Berkeley and have been for three weeks now. The first two weeks before instruction began were extremely intense thanks to health worker training. Despite the long hours, the waking up early n all the other good stuff, I’d hafta say that the first two weeks were really good. Ok so some of the trainin wasn’t the most exciting, BUT some of it was the most life-changing. We had this one activity called “multiculturalism and diversity” we had to attend. I can’t describe what went on during the activity b/c a lot of it is confidential but let me jus tell you that I left the room with tears, tats how much it touched me.

Everyone in the HW (health worker) program is soo wonderful. They’re just beautiful people inside and out – funny, outgoing, witty and caring. Makes sense though cuz health workers get NO SUBSTANTIAL BENEFITS thus we’re all doin it outta da goodness of our hearts. Speakin of NO SUBSTANTIAL BENEFITS, I have a newfound respect for all the past HWs. To all the people in the dorms: you have no idea how much stuff HWs have to go through to get where they are. We need to be more appreciated. We ain’t underpaid, WE AINT PAID AT ALL…WTF. Dude, we do just as much, if not more, as RAs do. Ugh, where is the love?

Anyway, I’m blessed to have Suneet, my lovely co-HW and friend. Although we’ve known each otha for only a few weeks now, people keep asking us how many years we’ve been friends! I guess we just have a lot of things in common – both from LA, taste in music n hobbies (e.g. dancing), humor, culture (I see a lot of similarities between Persians and Indians.) I’ve gosta have lost some weight in da past couple of weeks cuz me n suneet be crackin each otha up like none otha 24-7! Hahah “our residents” (don’t like callin them tat cuz it makes us sound like authority figures when we jus wanna hang) think we’re hella weird! o welz…

I love the honesty between HWs. we don’t bullshit…fo example, we admit tat we get all excited when peeps add us on facebook instead of actin all “im too coo fo tat shit.” We admit we’re interested in goin to “good vibrations” n the dudes are HILARIOUS too! They aint ashamed of knowin n singin along to Britney spears songs…its effin awesome. The other night, Sonja, Suneet, some otha peeps n I dropped by a Phi Delta Theta (cuz we know a few dudes n a couple of HWs in da house) and had such a fun time. Before stopping by the house we had been semi-bummed cuz we had originally planned to go to a club in SF but that didn’t work out… HOWEVER we all got together in the frat, had a little to drink and played taboo (which apparently im pretty good at) while singin along to middle school hits. OMG wat a fun n funny evening.

People have been asking bout my new living situation so I will take a few sentences out to explain. This year I live in a suite with three lovely ladies. My roommate is a latino engineering student from OC (I think tats the coolest/most unique thing ever) and the two lovely ladies we share a suite with are from Temecula (40 mins north of SD) and SANTA MONICA!!! SM represent! My RA, Tori, who’s from Texas, is awesome. She doesn’t seem like my RA at all, probably b/c we’re both 2nd years and we hang out as friends. She’s got a great sense of humor and jus a great character in general. As a returning student, I love my living situation b/c I still have somewhat of a social atmosphere in the dorms but the suite-style gives me the option of shutting things off whenever I need to. Yay.

So most people have New Year’s resolutions but I’ve decided to do New Semester’s goals. Main goal for this semester (which I’m publicly announcing in an effort to further go through with): Do the job right after its assigned. Though it sounds like a simple goal, things always seem to pile on…

There are only a few things in life I truly find rewarding: 1) Making someone laugh. I jus feel really loved when I know someone is listening and finds wat I say to be humorous, 2) giving someone a present you know they’re gonna like and 3) one-on-one teachin kids (oh so worthwhile when you finally see it click in their head.) there are a lot of other things that I find rewarding but those three come to mind right now.

Let’s talk about men for a second. Here are the trends I’ve noticed in my men – he must:
a) Be driven
b) hold strong convictions
c) have sense of humor
d) be intelligent
e) love/know a wide variety of music
f) prefer to go out rather than stay in (eg clubbin as opposed to movie night at home)

I’m going to leave you with some poems I’ve compiled over the past couple of months.

This is a poem bout
Jus a couple of boys
One’s outta my life
The other’s coming in
One’s now a stranger
The other’s close as kin
One brought misery and sadness
The other brings laughter and gladness
One’s a devil
The other’s a saint
Strange thing is,
They share the same name


Do you remember

Playing side by side
Sharing our lives
Watching the ocean tides

Those late night calls
Walking day by day
Down those high school halls

Cruising down the street
To whatever beat

Passing notes
During rehearsal time
Cramming for tests
And listening to each other wine

I remember a time when we,
Were tighter than the tightest E string could be
But it’s too late
Our relationship now
Looser than your asian braids

Drove us apart
And all I’m left with are
Capturing this lonely heart


Walking down this desolate hall
Open doors
Reveal foreign faces
White walls
A sterile insane asylum
Boards with inside jokes
Unfamiliar Quotes
Scents of fresh optimism
Soon to crumble
Fall faster than
Berkeley leaves in November
I remember
Walking down this desolate hall

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[20 Jul 2004|01:33pm]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

I swear I’m a living contradiction…I truly am. Sometimes I’m so proud of my jewish heritage and at other moments I mock the whole idea of religion to begin with, calling it “the opiate of the masses.” I think of Einstein, a jew, and an awesome scientist, and I’m proud. I watch Seinfield and think, “jews are a funny lot.” I watched AMW (america’s most wanted) the other night to find a guy wid da last name Schneider, a jew I suppose, on da run and I was ashamed for my people. And yet, services seem so boring. The bible seems so sexist, unfair and inexplicable (like when God made Job’s life a livin hell when he had done nothing wrong.) Emerson said its human to contradict oneself while psychologists claim that humans have da need to find unanimity in their beliefs. My british aunt who converted a few years back calls me a “modern jew.” But what does that really mean? I know I’m going to send my kids to Hebrew school. I know I’m going to keep kosher in the house. I know that I will observe da holidays. I love da culture that comes with my religion. But what differentiates me from the pious? Wigs? Long skirts? BLIND religion? Who knows… All I know is that summer is comin to a close and I have such conflicting emotions. I’m excited yet scurred, happy yet sad. I live two lives now, and it’s hard to say which one is better because both are so wonderful in such different ways.

5 days til astro is over
3 weeks til I head back north
5 weeks til instruction begins
6 weeks til I see usher

Recently I had this dream of a guy I used to know, but have absolutely no feelings for today and I got to thinking…it’s weird how individuals can come into your life for a period of time and jus as easily leave, never to return…n even when u spot them from afar in da supermarket, at school, wherever, you remember days gone by and don’t realize that jus like you, they’ve been livin their lives since then, updating their livejounals/blogs/xangas, who knows…you share those memories but time and distance have driven you apart.

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DAMMNN It’s 3 months since my last update… [09 Jul 2004|03:49pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Ok ok ok so I realize that I haven’t updated in a longass while. The urge to write here is not too often anymore. But after a few months, enough shit has surmounted that I jus gosta update..crap how am I gonna organize everything I wanna say?! I’ll start by noting that my first year of college is ova…actually, it was ova in may :) God knows the myriad of shit I’ve learned this year. I’ve grown more in the past nine months than in the total 18 years preceding that. Interacting will all sorts of individuals, I’ve come to realize what qualities I value in people most: honesty, modesty, intelligence, having a sense of humor. it sounds really corny but I’ve learned a lot about myself (like the fact tat apparently I’m HELLA loud :) I’m startin to figure out what I’m truly passionate about: politics, MUSIC, cultural issues, arts. A couple of these interests are going to turn out to be my majors. As of now, I know one of my majors is polisci but this upcoming year will dictate what the second one will be. I LOVE MUSIC. Music aint gonna be one of my majors, mostly cuz I’m not too great n into the theory part, but it is definitely my favorite subject. My floormates this year helped me realize how much I know about and love music. My friend/floormate laura, who’s a dj for kalx (Berkeley station) would come to me and ask what pieces she should play on the radio, which made me feel really knowledgeable. At one point Bryant (RA/friend) and I were competing via aim to see who could name the most songs (me of course…jus playin foo, u pretty good :) And who can forget those song games in the car?! *wink wink* People (mostly floormates) found it really coo that I knew about so many genres of music (classical, pop, r n b, rap, oldies, latin, jazz, etc.) every now n then someone would be like, “yo dalia, wats da name of this song?” n I’d be like, “dude, tats mozart’s 40th symphony, duh!” hahah. So I realized that no matter where I was, as long as there was music, I felt at home and could always sing along.

Leaving the floor was bitter sweet. God, I was sooo happy to have another round of dreadful finals over with but at one point I started crying cuz I knew I was gonna miss the few wonderful people I’d come to know and love. Looking in retrospect, there are only a small group of people I know I’ma try to stay good friends with: Sonja, Laura, Megan, Mo, Bryant and Jorge. You guys, thanks for always being there and making my first year of college a blast!

Jorgy was a good boy and came to visit a couple of weeks after schoo got out. Yay! Me, laura, jd, mo and Emily showed him a good time. The first day we all went to Disneyland. At first I was like, “Disneyland is so effin expensive, its aint worth it foo!” me n jd wanted to ditch tat shit n hit six flags..cuz y’all know tat shit is waaay cheapa. But jorgy insisted on Disneyland which actually turned out to be TONS of fun. funny ass quotes/events from that day:
1) jd gettin his crotch grabbed by some randomass kid
2) captain denardo: dude tat ride was so bumpy..made me wanna go to da gym cuz ma fat kept gigglin..
3) after watchin the couple infront of us in line make out for the one million time, laura: i think im about to throw up my pesto pasta on them
4) worker announces thata ride is closed due to technical difficulties and this family (parents and two kids) all together say "FUUCCCKKK..."

da next day we hit da promenade and Hollywood. Jorgy finally got a taste of coffee bean and now knows what he’s missing ;) at night we saw a couple of bands perform at the troubadour.
lead singer of band #3: so i dunno da name of da next fuckin song but here goes... *song finishs* so this next song's a quiet one, like makin luv to a shadow *wtf?!?!*

fo the past few weeks my weekends have been occupied with family occasions. The first event was my cousin jackie’s wedding at the avenue to the stars hyatt hotel. At da wedding Jackie n I talked for a while. Jackie’s everything I want to be: beautiful, smart (she just graduated from law school last spring), sweet, humble yet rich, etc. So we started talking about law and why she decided to become an attorney and why I find government so interesting…what a dull yet fascinating conversation! until mina stepped it…leave it to mina to get the interesting stuff going. Mina straightup asks Jackie, “so tell us the story of you and your hubby! Howd you guys meet?!” *me thinking “good question”* and this is how the tale followed:
Jackie: so a few months ago, while I was still working in Sacramento, I put myself on an online Persian dating service, listing myself under the Sacramento area *me thinking “r u kidding me, ur gorgeous!”* Within a few days I received a response from this dude *me thinking “no shit! you’re gorgeous”* and it just so happened that although we both were from the Sacramento area, we both were in LA at the same time. So we decided to meet in LA and from the moment I met him I knew he was the one and so did he *me thinking “aww how cute” while humming tchaik’s “romeo and Juliet”* Within a couple of hours he asked me to marry him and I said yes of course *me thinking: “WTF?!?! R U KIDDING ME?!?!”*
Hahaha by this time my sis, mina and I had faces of awe. I tried to pull my jaw up but I still can’t believe how someone (and of all people, honestly) could have that much faith in true love and fate. I think Jackie sensed our shock so she concluded her story with, “there are so many coincidences and similarities that the two of us both think that if we hadn’t have met this way, we would eventually have found one another some other way.” Crazy huh?!

The next Saturday was my sister’s bat mitzvah morning service. Dude, I give my sis major props…she sang her haftorah like no other mofo…the entire congregation was on the tip of their toes listenin. My family and I are so proud! Her torah portion was really interesting. It was about the struggle that Moses and the Jews faced during their 40 years through the desert making their way from Egypt to Canaan (aka Israel.) The Jews were really thirsty and kept nagging their leader for water. God told Moses to tap a rock once and water would spring from it. But his impatience drove him to tap the rock twice. For not having patience and faith, God punished Moses by not letting him lead the Jews into Canaan. The moral of this story is obvious: patience is a virtue and good things come to those who wait. God knows *no pun intended* the number of times I’ve learned this lesson, especially in the past year, whether it was having patience for the bus to arrive (even though at times I was freezing my ass off!) to patiently diligently working for the good grades. While on the subject of lessons, u know which one has been reiterated time and time again this past year? The law of karma maaaannn…what comes around goes around fosho! I don’t believe in the biblical view “an eye for an eye” but I believe that immoral mean straightup malicious people will eventually get bitten in the ass HARD.

So the night of my sis’s morning service, our other cousin had her wedding at the Beverly Hills Hotel, which is officially my favorite hotel in Los Angeles. Folks, if I’m gonna get married in LA, y’all already know where da partey be at… in fact, their wedding was my ideal wedding. The couple was so cute! They did a hiphop dance routine together to start the evening off and the band was phenomenal! They were this mix between outkast and black eye peas…lead singer reminded me of big boi. Ok so get this, I now know fosho where I get my love for dancing from – my dad. Me and my dad boogied nonstop that night at the wedding. As were leaving a group of 25/26 year old girls (college friends of da bride) came up to my dad n were like, “everytime we go to a party we wish that more guys would be man enough to get their groove on on da dance floor. So we spotted you out this evening and think ur really coo and we love ur dancing.” Hahahah! I was about to crack up cuz to me my dad dances like a turkey but hey, whatever floats their boat right?!?

Anyway, laura and I have been hangin every now and then since we’ve been back at home. One night laura, Mo, Emily, laura’s friend ginger and I decided to hit a club near USC, the 901 club…good times good times…that night in a nutshell:
ginger – so he got head from a mexican prostitute n then she gave him a receipt…
laura – a receipt? Wat for? Even if he didn’t enjoy it, wats he gonna do, ask to return da favor? *hahah everyone crackin up cuz tat came out terribly wrong*
Emily – well u know, sometimes they have those buy 9 n get da 10th free specials…in dat case da dude could get da rest of his money back..*crackin up once more*
Ahh yessss…da things tat come outta yo mouth afta a couple of shots…

Everyday I grow to love my family more and more. I realize the characteristics we share and GOD I LOVE HOME. My sister and I have been tryin to spend lots of quality time together. A couple of our favorite pastimes are watching movies together (she’s my favorite person to do tat with cuz we crack each otha up) and karaoke. Late last night my sis n I watched “the ring” which we both found NOT scary and another modern American suspense failure. We also watched head of state, national security and shrek together and were on the floor cryin of laughter. Chris rock in head of state: “18 u can go to war but u cant get no alcohol til u 21…u mean if a one-legged teenager went to a bar they couldn’t getta drink…TAT AINT RIGHT!!” Haha Martin Laurence is too effin funny too. Me n my sis keep quoting him these days wid “he got me sayin incoherent shit...biiiaaatttccchhh!” (from national security.) oh yeah, that’s another thing, I <3 black humor!! I was watching the steve Harvey show da otha day, which aint tat great of a show, but the episode I watched was hilarious:
Girl #1: moma always said every tooth tat shines aint gold
Girl#1: moma always said true beauty comes from widin
Girl #2: yeah (like lil jon) straight from widin da cosmetics sectiona rite aid!
I watched a black show on da WB called “the brothers” which was pretty funny too. During the episode, one of the guys was hurtin n said:
“everytime i go up
yo love goes down
everytime i go right
yo love goes left
im lost without u...”

I feel ya brotha

Oh yeah, and I <3 elimidate. The people, esp the chicks, are so dumb and slutty..they crack me up maaan. This one dude on da show was like “Boobs? Ass? Boobs? Ass? Top shelf? Bottom shelf? Damn, I can’t decide! But it’s a damn good dilemma to have!” hahahahah amen to tat brotha!

Since I’ve been back I’ve been working out MAJORLY. Everyday I go to Bally Total Fitness and burn around 300-500 calories on the treadmill n then take it upstairs where I do stomach crunches n weights for half n hour or so. NOTE TO SOCAL PEEPS: DON’T JOIN BODIES IN MOTION! THEY’RE CROOKS! Who da fuck charges a $100 cancellation fee?!? I’m also takin dance classes at www.santamonicadancestudio.com. I love it. Hiphop is such a great way to relieve stress while burning major calories. The class is really diverse and cool. I have this black dude named Rhythm (isn’t tat tite?!?!) as one of ma teachers. He likes listenin n dancing to old school..ok ok ok so I admit it, I got a lil jungle feva ;) but let me jus add that the road goes two ways *wink wink* I don’t know why, but my friends and I have realized that since we’ve been back from college we’ve been getting a lot more male attention than ever before. I wonder if it’s b/c I’ve been workin out n shit. Who knows... all I know is that this 25 yr old Egyptian dude from da bear’s lair keeps callin me, everytime I go to the Persian market I got this jewish south American dude askin me to let him cook fo me, this 26 yr old fobby Korean kid callin me “sweet thang,” n I got djs feelin ma beat. Heeheehee.

Sorry that everything in this entry is so random. I’m gonna continue anywho. Sonja was a darling and came to stay wid me from july 1-5th. I tried my best to show her LA (Melrose to the promenade to the beach.) While she was here, we worked out a lil, met my family, chilled wid friends (laura n mo) and of course went to my sis’s bat mizvah party on independence day. Sonja: “i wish everything on my stomach would go to my boobs.” My family though you were so cute Sonja. Likewise, Sonja thought my family was really cool cuz we’re very diverse (I got a mormon aunt, a Japanese aunt, a british aunt, etc.) Me n my sis tell our single uncle that he needs to get married to a black lady. How tite would that be?!?! The bat mitzvah couldn’t have been nicer thanks to my wonderful super mom. We had a henna tattoo lady to keep the kids busy, a belly dancer n hot drummer fo adult entertainment, a really cute slideshow, an awesome dj, the centerpieces were really beautiful (full of roses n lilies) n the night went really well. The bartender got really fed up serving me, Sonja n Mo mixed drinks ;) da dj was checkin me out while dancing...i was proud. Its hard not to be a skank on da dancefloor n contain myself, especially when it’s a family event.

“What is a friend? A friend is a single soul dwelling in two bodies” – Aristotle
One of the many things I’ve learned and continue to learn is the true meaning of friendship. As I’ve known for a long time, a good friend is one who is there for you through the good n bad, one who’s honest. But there’s a lot more to it than that. Real friends respect and listen to each others’ opinions, even if they differ from their own. Good friends don’t stick to one other 24-7. My best friend (my sis) and I have learnt this lesson a few too many times. Friends respect one another’s space. A good relationship (doesn’t matter what kinda relationship) depends on space. I’m a true believer in “distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

I’m taking an astro class at smc. Picotech wat wat!! The class started on my b-day, June 21st, the summer solstice! Thanks to everyone who sent me messages online, left me songs on the voicemail, called from distances. I checked facebook a couple of days after to find like 15 messages. I was like, wtf?! Really guys, it’s the little things like that that make me feel great. I’m really enjoying the class I’m taking. Professor Fouts is a rebel. Ok this is my lazy short term memory ass jus talking now but I love the fact tat we have NO FINAL! Reading tat on the syllabus the first day was like the highlight of my b-day! Jus kidding jus kiddin but I was still excited.

Alrighty, I think I should shut up now. Final note: oh my effin lord!!! Beyonce is goin on tour wid missy n Alicia!! After goin to dat concert I can die a happily…anyone who wants to come, holla…

Songs I’m obsessed with:
- anything and everything by usher
-ur da only 1 - maria mena
-pieces of me -ashley simpson
-sunday mornin - maroon 5
-the reason - hoobastank

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do you believe its already been a year? [18 Apr 2004|11:37am]
[ mood | calm ]

happy birthday to eclecticarts livejournal..thanks for always being there and helping me vent.
- D

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love, love, love... [12 Apr 2004|07:28pm]
[ mood | flirty ]

ever since our conversation outside dwinelle last week, when he finally told me he was a montague, things seemed to slow down and come to a halt. in every other way we are like lock and key, eggs n ham, yin n yang..ok ok ok, u get my point...but in terms of religions (i know it shouldnt bother me cuz im not really tat religious anyway) our ancestors are eternal enemies. the night after, i watched romeo and juliet (the leo version) cuz it felt so fittin. i felt like callin or seein him and saying:

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

during the weekend i tried to not think about it so much by singin at the acappella for aids concert and goin to a couple of parties with friends and floormates. i had fun gettin ma groove on wid some samo peeps, like tara (who told me to update my lj..so here i am, heehee)!!
today has been really good. we talked again but he had to go to class. as he was leavin he called me "his love" in farsi *me blushin* tat made my day...now im all giddy inside. i also got the health worker position..so next year im gonna be in ckc building 2. i was sorta happy bout tat..doesnt feel like a real accomplishment cuz there wasnt tat much competition to begin with. im happy tat im gonna be livin in a suite and tat im gonna be chillin more with ma homie sonja cuz she's gonna be the building 4 health worker! yay!! i know we're gonna have great times at trainin and demonstratin how to use a condom at hall ass! woot woot.
wanna give a shout out and great big thanks to riko (my lovely roomie) and sagur (her crazy bf) for getting me a beautiful star of david necklace..they knew how upset i was after some of my jewerly went missin, esp the star of david tat wen had given me sometime ago, and tried to cheer me up. the necklace is soo purdy *kisses*
im gonna be studyin my ass off for the next few days cuz my THIRD math midterm is on friday at 3..im scuuuurred. after the midterm MINA IS COMING!! im gonna show her around and make sure she has a SMASHING GOOD TIME!!! til then, adieu.

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