My finals start on Saturday, and instead of studying I’ve been watching movies, and hanging out with my bestie Soska (she’s back from the UAE!)
Within the last week I’ve seen:
Les Poupeés russes.
An American Crime.
The Darjeeling Limited.
Catch and Release.
Monster.
Enchanted.
Alright, it’s almost 2 AM and I’m insanely tired. I’ll leave you with a video, that had me in stitches, featuring British comedienne Catherine Tate and British actor David Tennant.
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DT: You are pointless, repetitious and extremely dull.
CT: A bit like Shakespeare.
Amen to that! I hate Shakespeare, and I think he’s totally overrated.
Coldplay’s latest music video of their latest single Violet Hill, from their fifth studio album Viva La Vida and All His Friends (release date: June 16th), has been released!!! I seriously can’t contain my excitement! I’ve watched the video over eight times already; tell me to stop!
Yalla, watch it!
Click here if you have problems watching the super fantastic video embedded above.
I first watched West Bank Story during the Palestinian Film Week held at Kuwait University last month, and I loved it! So basically it’s a parody of West Side Story set in, well you guessed it, the West Bank in Palestine. Oh, and ever since I found it online (stream below), I’ve watched it (no exaggerations) fifteen times; yes, I have a lot of time on my hands. Okay, so I don’t really have a lot of time on my hands, but the fact that the movie is a little under 20 minutes makes it so tempting to watch over and over again!
A musical comedy set in the fast-paced, fast-food world of competing falafel stands in the West Bank. David, an Israeli soldier, falls in love with the beautiful Palestinian cashier, Fatima, despite the animosity between their families’ dueling restaurants. Can the couple’s love withstand a 2000 year old conflict and their families’ desire to control the future of the chic pea in the Middle East?
(How cute is the tagline?!)
Stream the full movie below before it disappears (doesn’t take so long to buffer).
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Katy Perry, the woman behind UR So Gay, is back with yet another infectious track, I Kissed a Girl, off her upcoming album, One of the Boys (release date: June 17th).
I’ve been having dreamless sleeps for a while now, and I can’t help but wonder what’s causing this dream-drought. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that I haven’t been feeling very well for a while. I hate this; hell, I’ve been hating a lot of things lately. This dwelling of negative feelings is really taking its toll on me.
How about I list happier thoughts, and things I’m really looking forward to?
My best friend, Soska, is flying in from the UAE in 5 days, and I’ve been looking back to her return for months!
Next week I’ll be done with classes.
I’ll be free from finals June 8th.
I can’t wait till I start reading for leisure without feeling guilty I’m taking time out of studies.
Leaving you with Lavinia by The Veils (which you probably won’t enjoy, but hey, it’s worth a shot!)
I prefer the album version of the track. Anyway, click here if you have problems watching the above embedded video.
I have a research paper due in less than 24 hours, and I’m nowhere near finished, nowhere! I don’t think I can cope with the pressure resulting from this paper, I really don’t. It’s a term paper on gestures used in seven different operatic adaptations of the same play we’ve been watching in class. Oh, and I need to mention that I had no choice on the play nor the topic of my paper, which probably explains why I’m finding such difficulty writing a (single-bloody-spaced) ten-page research paper.
Okay, now that I’m done ranting about my paper, I’d like to share two videos I watched last night.
In a two-part series Al Jazeera relives the tragic narrative of the Palestinian Nakba (catastrophe) through the stories of one street in the city of Jaffa.
Part 1:
Part 2:
If you have problems watching the above embedded videos, click here for part 1, and here for part 2.
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I’ve reached the second stage, and yes, I’ll bite you in the face if I have to. Try not to piss me off until I’ve reached the fourth stage.
On a lighter note, I’ve really taken to blogging again; a few months ago this blog was almost abandoned, and now I can’t stop posting! Aren’t you the luckiest readers ever? (I need the ego boost.)
So it’s a little obvious I’ve been obsessing over anything French lately, I know. Hey, whatever helps me brush up on my almost non-existent French skills!
Anyway, I was listening to yet another Françoise Hardy song, Comment Te Dire Adieu, and I absolutely loved this part:
Mon coeur de silex vite prend feu.
Ton coeur de pyrex résiste au feu.
Haha! I mean isn’t that the cutest thing ever?! It translates to: “My Silex heart is flammable, your Pyrex heart is fire resistant.”
Sad but true.
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I’ve gone and done the stupid thing of biting off all my nails down to the flesh. I blame it on my weak self-control and bloody stress. The pain is unbelievable, and I’m literally wincing in pain! I have nobody to blame but myself. The worst part about this, is the fact that I’ve got a bloody research paper to write. Rashisha suggested I band-aid my fingertips to refrain from biting my non-existing nails any further. If anything, it’s added to my discomfort, but hey, I can’t bite through the band-aid, so it’s working.
Oh, and can someone explain to me why it’s so bloody complicated to find out how to get a visa to go to Dubai?!!! I mean for crying out loud!!! How many phone transfers does one have to endure?!! Oh, and so far, I’ve received five different methods on how to obtain a visa, and every single one bloody clashes against the other! I’m a heartbeat away from giving up…actually, you know what. Screw it, it’s Monday evening, and I was planning on flying out Friday morning; seriously, screw it. I might as well stay here and finish off my bloody research paper, and wince in pain as I type.
AND IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH; the other day my professor said: “I feel sorry for the man who’ll end up with you.” Yeah?! Well the last time I checked he was my professor, not my matchmaker! I mean seriously. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL’S GOING ON?!!
An excess use of “bloody” and italics. Yes, I’m very pissed off.
