When I was a kid, we'd often accompany an uncle to the airport as he jetsetted to work in different parts of the world. I was envious of the people (mostly junguz) lugging suitcases and backpacks ready to fly out. Who cares where they were going? It was an adventure. I'd listen wide-eyed as my Dad and Uncle would regale us with stories of life abroad. Little did I know that someday, I, too, would be one of those travellers....
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How do you know that you live in shagz?
When an answer to "Unaishi wapi?" results in: "You know K? Sawa, wakati unaelekea P, unapitia barabara ya kuenda R, halafu ukifika sokoni T unaingia ndani. Fuata barabara kwa kilomita nane na utafika C."
To keep it simple, I often shorten the answer to K, the main town where everybody goes shopping and to have some fun.
Change is unavoidable. Progress at home is invariably measured in terms of land and construction. It happens in the cities and extends to the villages. I was somewhat amazed at the structures that had mushroomed on a previously open field where cows grazed occasionally. I remember the days when we'd buy sweets at the main kiosk and eat chips and nyama fry at the main "hoteli." Now, there are a dozen. And that hoteli no longer exists:(
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Sidenote:***For anybody visiting Kenya for the first time, beware that the word 'hotel' is used rather liberally. It can describe a luxurious 5-star hotel, a dingy backstreet lodging above a bar, or a place to eat. On our drive home from Nairobi, I spotted the sign "Undugu Silent Hotel." It was one of those simple buildings with a mabati roof. Sure enough, all the windows were boarded up and there was no sign of life. So, do you think the guests are instructed to shut up as soon as they enter? I find so much humor in Kenyan life=)
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Familiarity is comforting. Walking into my bedroom and seeing the curtains and wall hangings just warmed me up. I enjoyed being in my parents' house that has a beautiful yard with trees, flowers, and a vegetable garden. I used to take it all for granted and never understood when visitors would rave about the beauty around us. I can see why my parents moved us there. I currently live in an apartment in a densely populated urban area so I appreciated all the space. I never used to get the idea of going to a park till I lived in this area.
I found it strange that some people thought I didn't understand Kiswahili well. Nobody can mistake me for a Tzian (although this actually happened one day) or someone from Coast; I don't speak sheng and wouldn't be able to write a prize-winning insha, but I do get by. Of course, I'd love to stay in either one of those places and be able to speak Swa with that rhythmic, melodic sound.
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Aviatophobia, aviophobia, or pteromerhanophobia are words used to describe the fear of flying (courtesy of wiki). Often, fear stems from the fact that you don't know what to expect. The first time I got on a plane, it was a domestic flight. I was very excited. I remember fumbling with the seatbelt before the kind gentleman next to me helped me snap it in place.
Domestic flights in the U.S. are relatively affordable, but there are still tons of Americans who've never been on a plane. There are always risks you have to take. On the last stretch of my flight back here, we delayed on the runway for over an hour while the engines were being checked out. Strangely, I wasn't anxious, just irritated. When I think about being in a plane crash, my first thought is about life insurance coz chances of surviving are slim. I'm not a morbid person, but I have preferences: I don't want to drown, die in a car, or have a chronic illness that will kill me painfully over many years. I have relatives who've died under suspicious circumstances that leave many questions unanswered. It's been said that the only certainties are death and taxes. I'll save my tax rant for another day (or night).
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Resolutions? Goals? Aspirations?
I've read some blogs where New Year's "resolutions" have been thrown out the window in favor of "goals." And I'm liking it. So, pardon me as I dub your ideas and share a few of the goals I have for this year 2007:
1)Learn how to swim--in the deep end without floaters. It gets a little embarassing hanging out in the shallow end with the toddlers. This is something I should have learned to do when I was a kid. Nobody's self-conscious about their body or hair then. In my younger days, I took a few lessons randomly then finally went to a school where it was an organized activity. It was fun before the older girls would entertain us with stories of people who died in that pool. I was in a vulnerable state of mind and couldn't go back after that. So I dropped out.
**I've already signed up for a swimming class at school. Not sure if I can stick it out. I'll need more than a year to work on this.
2) Successfully complete 2 sems of full-time classes at my school. It's a juggling act but it's got to happen.
3) Spend my summer in a different part of the country and visit at least 2 or 3 new cities on my list.
4) Save X amount by the end of the year. If I'm successful, then I know exactly where to put it.
5) Take the GRE 1 or 2 times, dig up more info on my top ten, and compile grad school requirements. By this time next year, I'd have narrowed the choices down.
P.S. I wrote these down on few weeks ago on old-fashioned pen and paper.
1)Learn how to swim--in the deep end without floaters. It gets a little embarassing hanging out in the shallow end with the toddlers. This is something I should have learned to do when I was a kid. Nobody's self-conscious about their body or hair then. In my younger days, I took a few lessons randomly then finally went to a school where it was an organized activity. It was fun before the older girls would entertain us with stories of people who died in that pool. I was in a vulnerable state of mind and couldn't go back after that. So I dropped out.
**I've already signed up for a swimming class at school. Not sure if I can stick it out. I'll need more than a year to work on this.
2) Successfully complete 2 sems of full-time classes at my school. It's a juggling act but it's got to happen.
3) Spend my summer in a different part of the country and visit at least 2 or 3 new cities on my list.
4) Save X amount by the end of the year. If I'm successful, then I know exactly where to put it.
5) Take the GRE 1 or 2 times, dig up more info on my top ten, and compile grad school requirements. By this time next year, I'd have narrowed the choices down.
P.S. I wrote these down on few weeks ago on old-fashioned pen and paper.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
"There and Back"
Guess who's back? (like you really had to...)
The past few weeks I spent at home will always be among the most memorable times of my life. I feel amazing after being immersed in the love, warmth, and comforts of home. Spent quality time with peroz (love you Mom and Dad) and relaz. I experienced so much in Kenya, there's no way I could put it all in words. I will share some observations and incidents that a lot of KBWers can identify with. When I left this place, I felt like an old car that was running on an empty fuel tank. Right now, it's the opposite: I am energized, filled to the brim and overflowing. Let me attempt to get some sleep because of an 8am class in the morning.
The past few weeks I spent at home will always be among the most memorable times of my life. I feel amazing after being immersed in the love, warmth, and comforts of home. Spent quality time with peroz (love you Mom and Dad) and relaz. I experienced so much in Kenya, there's no way I could put it all in words. I will share some observations and incidents that a lot of KBWers can identify with. When I left this place, I felt like an old car that was running on an empty fuel tank. Right now, it's the opposite: I am energized, filled to the brim and overflowing. Let me attempt to get some sleep because of an 8am class in the morning.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Nyumbani
I got home safely, long long layover along the way. I'd read and doze off then wake up to find only 1 hr had gone by. The warm welcome at JKIA was well worth the hassles I went through. Even the immigration dudes were enthusiastic (One even proposed.) Everything is lush and green (lots of rain). I'm taking lots of pics. Lots of changes but some things are the same. I'm eating such good food. Enjoying the comforts of home. Taking it easy away from everything. Lots of r 'n r (I always wanted to use that expression).
Glad to look back to last year and see that I fulfilled all my resolutions--at least the ones I blogged about. It was a first coz I don't usually make resolutions.It's such an amazing feeling to plan specific things out and have them happen.
All the best in 2007 everybody! Hope your dreams come true. Don't know who said, "If you don't have a dream, then how are you gonna make a dream come true?"
Glad to look back to last year and see that I fulfilled all my resolutions--at least the ones I blogged about. It was a first coz I don't usually make resolutions.It's such an amazing feeling to plan specific things out and have them happen.
All the best in 2007 everybody! Hope your dreams come true. Don't know who said, "If you don't have a dream, then how are you gonna make a dream come true?"
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Leaving on a Jet Plane (II)...
home!
I'm superstitious so I didn't wanna talk about it too much for fear of jinxing it (well, other reasons too). I'm finally leaving on my trip and I live in shagz (that's the countryside) so I'm not so sure how my internet access will be. Went on marathan shopping session yesterday and got help packing from my siblings. A dude at the bank was looking at my DL and was wondering if my relaz would recognize me. (Btw, the shilling has greatly appreciated in value.) I do look different now. Leafing through an old yearbook, I can see the differences. I know my ideas and views of the world have changed a lot since I left. I can hardly wait to see my parents.
Happy New Year y'all!
I'm superstitious so I didn't wanna talk about it too much for fear of jinxing it (well, other reasons too). I'm finally leaving on my trip and I live in shagz (that's the countryside) so I'm not so sure how my internet access will be. Went on marathan shopping session yesterday and got help packing from my siblings. A dude at the bank was looking at my DL and was wondering if my relaz would recognize me. (Btw, the shilling has greatly appreciated in value.) I do look different now. Leafing through an old yearbook, I can see the differences. I know my ideas and views of the world have changed a lot since I left. I can hardly wait to see my parents.
Happy New Year y'all!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Furious!
Hell hath no fury...like a pissed off woman! Imagine being woken up in the dead of night to take a transatlantic call from a person who declares he has "an urgent message." Along with a drunken dial from an undesired admirer, an insistent telemarketer, or a stalker, this is one of those calls you never want to get. And for the record, this happened to me night before last.
The caller is not my personal acquintance but my parents'. He resides in a Western European country (which shall remain unnamed) that prides itself on being modern and 'civilized'--don't they all? It just so happens that on my way home, there'll be a lengthy layover in the above country, so they offered to host me. I was thinking, why not? Save money on a hotel, kill time, maybe see a sight or two. Perhaps. Like many Western countries that are prime destinations for us citizens of the Third World, this country has stringent visa requirements. I am no stranger to compiling documents with personal information. I've done it countless times over the past 6 years. This time, I didn't get the desired results.
I heard back from the immigration/consulate a*holes who think that me spending less than one day breathing their freezing winter air surrounded by the snowy foggy landscape of their wonderfully modern 'civilized' country and seeing 1 or 2 of their amazing sights is like handing me a key to the pearly gates: impossible. After all, once I get to such a prime destination, why would I want to leave? It doesn't matter that I'm firmly entrenched in my current life and have the documents to prove it.
I am so sick and tired of filling forms, being assigned numbers, and subjecting all my personal affairs to scrutiny under a government microscope: from the hour of my birth, health status specifically what deadly viruses or 'African diseases' could be surging through my bloodstream, financial assets (or lack thereof), and what kind of education I received before I landed on these hallowed shores (gasp! including how I learned to speak English).
So, I let my would-be host know that I would be restricted to the airport while I was in the country politely thanking him for offering to host me. But no...he had to call me in the middle of the night to have me repeat the details of what happened, and to tell me what I needed to do. First of all, I was pissed because there was nothing urgent about this matter. I know what urgencies and emergencies are and use those words with extreme caution. Email is a brilliant form of communication that works! And if you have to make a phone call, can you call at a reasonable hour? Second, I hate being talked to like I'm a 10yr old girl who's never lived away from home. I detest it when someone who doesn't know my specific circumstances tells me what to do. Luckily, I was brought up to respect older people so I exercised a lot of restraint during this conversation and cut it short as quickly as I could. I was cussing when I got off the phone and about to make some calls across the ocean but decided it would be unwise. It was difficult getting back to sleep. I had a major cloud hanging over my trip and I wasn't even sure if I'd take it; until the issue was resolved just today. I'm just going to take every day as it comes.
The caller is not my personal acquintance but my parents'. He resides in a Western European country (which shall remain unnamed) that prides itself on being modern and 'civilized'--don't they all? It just so happens that on my way home, there'll be a lengthy layover in the above country, so they offered to host me. I was thinking, why not? Save money on a hotel, kill time, maybe see a sight or two. Perhaps. Like many Western countries that are prime destinations for us citizens of the Third World, this country has stringent visa requirements. I am no stranger to compiling documents with personal information. I've done it countless times over the past 6 years. This time, I didn't get the desired results.
I heard back from the immigration/consulate a*holes who think that me spending less than one day breathing their freezing winter air surrounded by the snowy foggy landscape of their wonderfully modern 'civilized' country and seeing 1 or 2 of their amazing sights is like handing me a key to the pearly gates: impossible. After all, once I get to such a prime destination, why would I want to leave? It doesn't matter that I'm firmly entrenched in my current life and have the documents to prove it.
I am so sick and tired of filling forms, being assigned numbers, and subjecting all my personal affairs to scrutiny under a government microscope: from the hour of my birth, health status specifically what deadly viruses or 'African diseases' could be surging through my bloodstream, financial assets (or lack thereof), and what kind of education I received before I landed on these hallowed shores (gasp! including how I learned to speak English).
So, I let my would-be host know that I would be restricted to the airport while I was in the country politely thanking him for offering to host me. But no...he had to call me in the middle of the night to have me repeat the details of what happened, and to tell me what I needed to do. First of all, I was pissed because there was nothing urgent about this matter. I know what urgencies and emergencies are and use those words with extreme caution. Email is a brilliant form of communication that works! And if you have to make a phone call, can you call at a reasonable hour? Second, I hate being talked to like I'm a 10yr old girl who's never lived away from home. I detest it when someone who doesn't know my specific circumstances tells me what to do. Luckily, I was brought up to respect older people so I exercised a lot of restraint during this conversation and cut it short as quickly as I could. I was cussing when I got off the phone and about to make some calls across the ocean but decided it would be unwise. It was difficult getting back to sleep. I had a major cloud hanging over my trip and I wasn't even sure if I'd take it; until the issue was resolved just today. I'm just going to take every day as it comes.
Electronics and Shiny Things
I don't understand the benefits of switching to beta blogger so I'm sticking to the old one for now.
I am not a techie kind of person although I operate various electronics and mechanical items daily. When I mention that I want to buy something, say a digital cam. or a comp. I get lots of helpful tips from my technically minded friends but some things just go over my head. Brand names I can remember, but when people start quoting lots of numbers and letters, like 300HZ or EP827GB....that's it! Which is why I was feeling overwhelmed at the electronics store last week when I went to buy something for my Dad. Some salespeople are so unhelpful as they hurriedly point out the items. And when people are working on commission, they may recommend extra things you may not need. I don't begrudge anyone their commission; in fact, if I'm going to buy something I'd like the workers to get a portion of the funds. If they can take the time to explain why such an item will be a great addition to my life, I'll be convinced to buy it. Luckily, a buddy of mine works at the store so I tracked her down to break things down for me, and point out the good deals. I was glad with the final choice. While I was there, I spotted some big screen tvs that are just to die for. Although I am a simple person, with (mostly) simple tastes, I would love to own one of those massive screens.
But I'll settle for any kind of diamond jewelry: ring or earrings....isn't that what Christmas is about? Fantasy? Shiny things? Christmas spirit is seriously lacking around here. From the various rants I've read in the blogosphere, I'm in good company!
I am not a techie kind of person although I operate various electronics and mechanical items daily. When I mention that I want to buy something, say a digital cam. or a comp. I get lots of helpful tips from my technically minded friends but some things just go over my head. Brand names I can remember, but when people start quoting lots of numbers and letters, like 300HZ or EP827GB....that's it! Which is why I was feeling overwhelmed at the electronics store last week when I went to buy something for my Dad. Some salespeople are so unhelpful as they hurriedly point out the items. And when people are working on commission, they may recommend extra things you may not need. I don't begrudge anyone their commission; in fact, if I'm going to buy something I'd like the workers to get a portion of the funds. If they can take the time to explain why such an item will be a great addition to my life, I'll be convinced to buy it. Luckily, a buddy of mine works at the store so I tracked her down to break things down for me, and point out the good deals. I was glad with the final choice. While I was there, I spotted some big screen tvs that are just to die for. Although I am a simple person, with (mostly) simple tastes, I would love to own one of those massive screens.
But I'll settle for any kind of diamond jewelry: ring or earrings....isn't that what Christmas is about? Fantasy? Shiny things? Christmas spirit is seriously lacking around here. From the various rants I've read in the blogosphere, I'm in good company!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Snip, snip
I went to the "beauty" shop last week, and guess what I bought?
(I remember owning a comb like this way back.)
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There's a first time for everything; this was the first haircut I gave myself. The results are not too bad. Of all the things I've done to simplify my life, this will rank among the highest.
(I remember owning a comb like this way back.)
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There's a first time for everything; this was the first haircut I gave myself. The results are not too bad. Of all the things I've done to simplify my life, this will rank among the highest.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
On my bookshelf
Superfudge is a classic from my childhood. It never fails to crack me up=)
For anyone who likes books with pictures, try a graphic novel like this. by Marjane Satrapi.
I haven't gotten very far; it's deep one.
This exact book has been on my shelf for months, but I can't seem to get through the last part where Mitya is on trial. Borrowed from a friend, but at this rate he's probably given it up permanently. Thanks R!
Here's a good one from the motherland! by Buchi Emecheta
It's not what you think, but it's guaranteed to blow...your mind that is! Now I've got to see Kiribati for myself. I don't own this one. by J. Maarten Troost
For anyone who likes books with pictures, try a graphic novel like this. by Marjane Satrapi.
I haven't gotten very far; it's deep one.
This exact book has been on my shelf for months, but I can't seem to get through the last part where Mitya is on trial. Borrowed from a friend, but at this rate he's probably given it up permanently. Thanks R!
Here's a good one from the motherland! by Buchi Emecheta
It's not what you think, but it's guaranteed to blow...your mind that is! Now I've got to see Kiribati for myself. I don't own this one. by J. Maarten Troost
Baby Steps....
Dear T,
You'll probably never read this. I just want to say thank you one more time. Thank you for listening and giving me very practical suggestions (which worked!). I'm glad to know that I have gotten closer to my goal; baby steps that slowly move me forward. It was the one positive spot in an otherwise dreary day. You were the right person to tackle the issue because of your knowledge and approach. I appreciate your non-judgemental attitude. You possess the right skills and you have a heart. I'm sure there are many others out there who feel the same way I do.
:-) GND
You'll probably never read this. I just want to say thank you one more time. Thank you for listening and giving me very practical suggestions (which worked!). I'm glad to know that I have gotten closer to my goal; baby steps that slowly move me forward. It was the one positive spot in an otherwise dreary day. You were the right person to tackle the issue because of your knowledge and approach. I appreciate your non-judgemental attitude. You possess the right skills and you have a heart. I'm sure there are many others out there who feel the same way I do.
:-) GND
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Relief
2 down, 1 to go then school is officially over.
The immense relief I feel now that the group paper is done is hard to put into words. It was such a stressful affair right up until the last minute. Tempers flared. Everyone had strong opinions. At least those of us participating. One person was MIA when needed, then in the end offered help as though she was doing us a favor. Calling with excuses which I didn't want to hear then asking what to do. I asked "Have you read the paper?" The silence was the answer. How in the world do you discuss and critique a paper with someone who has no clue about it? I was fuming. "Tell me what to do." I had to restrain myself, kwani does this look like primo where you're told exactly what to do? I found myself being the mediator between different factions of the group (my diplomatic skills must be a middle child thing). This is why I cannot be a parent, I hate repeating the same damn thing over and over again. One dude proposed leaving her name out, but we weren't that cruel. So glad it's done.
There's something major hanging in the air that's making me rethink some plans I made. I'll know for sure in a week. I may end up making some drastic decisions.
The immense relief I feel now that the group paper is done is hard to put into words. It was such a stressful affair right up until the last minute. Tempers flared. Everyone had strong opinions. At least those of us participating. One person was MIA when needed, then in the end offered help as though she was doing us a favor. Calling with excuses which I didn't want to hear then asking what to do. I asked "Have you read the paper?" The silence was the answer. How in the world do you discuss and critique a paper with someone who has no clue about it? I was fuming. "Tell me what to do." I had to restrain myself, kwani does this look like primo where you're told exactly what to do? I found myself being the mediator between different factions of the group (my diplomatic skills must be a middle child thing). This is why I cannot be a parent, I hate repeating the same damn thing over and over again. One dude proposed leaving her name out, but we weren't that cruel. So glad it's done.
There's something major hanging in the air that's making me rethink some plans I made. I'll know for sure in a week. I may end up making some drastic decisions.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Slow Sunday
I got drunk on cough syrup last night. Apparently teenagers have been using this stuff to get high for years. Well, I really needed it. It knocked me out for hours.
When I woke up this afternoon, it took all the energy I had to shower, dress, and trek to my neighborhood coffee shop in hopes of getting a hit of caffeine and working on my policy paper. Apparently, everyone had the same idea. It was packed with people on their laptops. I got a table and immediately got coffee (free-trade). As I poured the organic half 'n half and stirred in the sugar, I wondered why even food is so political. I'm struggling to get more info for a research paper and regretting the topic I picked because it's my professor's area of expertise. So I'd better get all my facts straight. There were too many people in the coffee shop and I couldn't even find a place to plug in my computer so I left as soon as I ate my sandwich. The coffee was really strong.
You know what really irritates me? It's when people say one thing, and do another; flaking with no apology. If you can't do something, then don't say it! If something comes up last minute, let me know. One of my mottos is I don't make promises I can't keep. I have no patience for cheap empty talk. Don't tell me you want to see me, then when I tell you where I'll be, you don't make an effort to meet me. My time is precious. You know how people say "If you ever need anything, just give me a call" or "I'm willing to help with x". Then when you actually call them and tell them exactly what they can do, they don't come through. That gets to me. Which is why I prefer to do a lot of things on my own. I want absolute control (there, I admitted it). If I'm going to be part of anything, I want a say in what goes on. But I'm not a superhero (despite my best efforts) so I need a helping hand.
Maybe I need anger management. I can handle a lot of major things until one thing comes along and pushes me over the edge.
When I woke up this afternoon, it took all the energy I had to shower, dress, and trek to my neighborhood coffee shop in hopes of getting a hit of caffeine and working on my policy paper. Apparently, everyone had the same idea. It was packed with people on their laptops. I got a table and immediately got coffee (free-trade). As I poured the organic half 'n half and stirred in the sugar, I wondered why even food is so political. I'm struggling to get more info for a research paper and regretting the topic I picked because it's my professor's area of expertise. So I'd better get all my facts straight. There were too many people in the coffee shop and I couldn't even find a place to plug in my computer so I left as soon as I ate my sandwich. The coffee was really strong.
You know what really irritates me? It's when people say one thing, and do another; flaking with no apology. If you can't do something, then don't say it! If something comes up last minute, let me know. One of my mottos is I don't make promises I can't keep. I have no patience for cheap empty talk. Don't tell me you want to see me, then when I tell you where I'll be, you don't make an effort to meet me. My time is precious. You know how people say "If you ever need anything, just give me a call" or "I'm willing to help with x". Then when you actually call them and tell them exactly what they can do, they don't come through. That gets to me. Which is why I prefer to do a lot of things on my own. I want absolute control (there, I admitted it). If I'm going to be part of anything, I want a say in what goes on. But I'm not a superhero (despite my best efforts) so I need a helping hand.
Maybe I need anger management. I can handle a lot of major things until one thing comes along and pushes me over the edge.
Monday, December 04, 2006
4 Random Things
Random celeb trivia:
George Clooney is People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. (And his pet pig just died.)
How will this information help me as I struggle to finish my papers, and study for upcoming finals? Ah, you'd be surprised. There's no direct benefit to knowing the information above as I'm not taking a class on pop culture or hollywood, but there are indirect benefits. Do you ever notice how you can't stop smiling when you're around a paramour, when you spot a sexy stranger, or an adorable child? Some people just have that effect. They're a pleasant distraction from the daily hassles and routines. Living with a pig would be distracting too, ama?
Random thought:
When I'm in a public place, say standing in line at the bank, I look at the interesting people around and wonder about some of their lives. And I think about the movies when something dramatic happens. Once in a while I spot someone who looks like they're going to lose it. The other day, the line was going slow and this man near the front banged his hand on one of the pillars in frustration and yelled about having to wait. And where else would you experience either extreme elation or depression if not the bank? In fact, I think it would be a great idea to have an onsite psychologist there. Why not?
Random rant:
What is it with people listening to music on their headphones that is so loud everyone within 6ft or more can hear it? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of having head/earphones? Plus, forcing everyone to listen to your choice of music can sometimes be cruel.
Random rave:
I like carrying my notebook around and jotting any ideas, thoughts, and feelings I have. I like drinking good coffee. I like to the freedom to just be, think, and express myself and connecting with people who either get me or just accept me as I am.
George Clooney is People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. (And his pet pig just died.)
How will this information help me as I struggle to finish my papers, and study for upcoming finals? Ah, you'd be surprised. There's no direct benefit to knowing the information above as I'm not taking a class on pop culture or hollywood, but there are indirect benefits. Do you ever notice how you can't stop smiling when you're around a paramour, when you spot a sexy stranger, or an adorable child? Some people just have that effect. They're a pleasant distraction from the daily hassles and routines. Living with a pig would be distracting too, ama?
Random thought:
When I'm in a public place, say standing in line at the bank, I look at the interesting people around and wonder about some of their lives. And I think about the movies when something dramatic happens. Once in a while I spot someone who looks like they're going to lose it. The other day, the line was going slow and this man near the front banged his hand on one of the pillars in frustration and yelled about having to wait. And where else would you experience either extreme elation or depression if not the bank? In fact, I think it would be a great idea to have an onsite psychologist there. Why not?
Random rant:
What is it with people listening to music on their headphones that is so loud everyone within 6ft or more can hear it? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose of having head/earphones? Plus, forcing everyone to listen to your choice of music can sometimes be cruel.
Random rave:
I like carrying my notebook around and jotting any ideas, thoughts, and feelings I have. I like drinking good coffee. I like to the freedom to just be, think, and express myself and connecting with people who either get me or just accept me as I am.
Friday, December 01, 2006
AIDS
It is World AIDS day, so I feel obligated to share some views on the subject. According to the statistics, I fit the profile of people most likely to be infected just by being from an African country. It's all over the news right now: Sub-Saharan Africa has the highest infection rates. This is one of the most politicized medical conditions ever. Have you ever heard of a World Malaria Day? I haven't. Don't know if it exists. I've had malaria multiple times, and will always remember the worst incident I had in high school. I was away from home so my Aunt T. took very good care of me. I don't know all the official stats, but I do know it's one of the main causes of death in Kenyan children under age 5. I just found a link to Unicef.
Well, back to the main topic. AIDS is very political, at the same time personal. Spicebear has covered the "Prevention is better than cure" angle well, so I won't go into that. Adults are being urged to get tested at their nearest VCT center. It makes perfect sense to know one's status. The whole idea is to find out whether you have it, then modify your behavior. Doesn't always happen that way. I've heard some people work up the courage to get tested, then never go back for results. Others find out the results, but may not modify their behavior in the ideal way, i.e. using protection, letting partners know of their status, and engaging in health-promoting behavior. I've gotten that email forward about some HIV+ person who decided to go on a spree and infect everyone around them as revenge; and when they die, they leave behind a list. I've known adults who fell ill during their prime, and the cause was whispered "AIDS." The surviving family members are often treated as pariahs as though they may pass it by just being in the same room. HIV/AIDS is not contagious! Have you ever gotten tested? Even though you know you don't have it, do you ever think "What if...."
Moving away from the personal into the scientific aspect, it's important to know the FACTS. It's important to ask the necessary questions as researchers study this virus and attempt to find a cure. It's said that one tests positive for HIV, then eventually develops full-blown AIDS and dies. There are researchers that say HIV is a harmless virus. 3 Berkely scientists: Duesberg, Koehnlein, and Rasnick wrote a paper titled "" where they challenge the HIV-AIDS hypothesis. The Chemical Bases of the various AIDS Epidemics. People diagnosed as HIV+ are usually urged to get on antiretroviral drugs (which cost a fortune) but some people refused to do so and still survived. Check out:Alive and Well
These drugs have horrible side effects. The paper above has solid references saying the drug Retrovir/AZT was originially a chemo drug (they are very toxic and suppress your immune system). It was later reintroduced into the market as an anti-HIV-AIDS drug.
Basically, scientists and researchers who question mainstream HIV/AIDS views are sidelined and not able to get their views to the public; they're not able to get most of their research funded either. This is a problem because science is about questioning. AIDS has heavily funded industries and organizations behind it: Pharmaceutical companies, govts, etc.
When it comes to HIV/AIDS in African countries, there's concern that the statistics collected are not accurate. Who is funding these studies anyway? Apparently, the data is collected from pregnant women visiting prenatal clinics. Check out Emily Oster's article.
At the end of the day, it gets personal again 'cause if you or someone you love gets sick, you'll be thinking about death and the dying process. Although you may be millions of miles away literally or figuratively, decisions made by the powers that be will affect you. I'll take a moment to remember those who have died, as well as those who still survive. And also to applaud the families and healthcare workers who give their time, energy and support to AIDS sufferers, as well as the researchers/scientists working to answer the vital questions that will affect everyone.
Well, back to the main topic. AIDS is very political, at the same time personal. Spicebear has covered the "Prevention is better than cure" angle well, so I won't go into that. Adults are being urged to get tested at their nearest VCT center. It makes perfect sense to know one's status. The whole idea is to find out whether you have it, then modify your behavior. Doesn't always happen that way. I've heard some people work up the courage to get tested, then never go back for results. Others find out the results, but may not modify their behavior in the ideal way, i.e. using protection, letting partners know of their status, and engaging in health-promoting behavior. I've gotten that email forward about some HIV+ person who decided to go on a spree and infect everyone around them as revenge; and when they die, they leave behind a list. I've known adults who fell ill during their prime, and the cause was whispered "AIDS." The surviving family members are often treated as pariahs as though they may pass it by just being in the same room. HIV/AIDS is not contagious! Have you ever gotten tested? Even though you know you don't have it, do you ever think "What if...."
Moving away from the personal into the scientific aspect, it's important to know the FACTS. It's important to ask the necessary questions as researchers study this virus and attempt to find a cure. It's said that one tests positive for HIV, then eventually develops full-blown AIDS and dies. There are researchers that say HIV is a harmless virus. 3 Berkely scientists: Duesberg, Koehnlein, and Rasnick wrote a paper titled "" where they challenge the HIV-AIDS hypothesis. The Chemical Bases of the various AIDS Epidemics. People diagnosed as HIV+ are usually urged to get on antiretroviral drugs (which cost a fortune) but some people refused to do so and still survived. Check out:Alive and Well
These drugs have horrible side effects. The paper above has solid references saying the drug Retrovir/AZT was originially a chemo drug (they are very toxic and suppress your immune system). It was later reintroduced into the market as an anti-HIV-AIDS drug.
Basically, scientists and researchers who question mainstream HIV/AIDS views are sidelined and not able to get their views to the public; they're not able to get most of their research funded either. This is a problem because science is about questioning. AIDS has heavily funded industries and organizations behind it: Pharmaceutical companies, govts, etc.
When it comes to HIV/AIDS in African countries, there's concern that the statistics collected are not accurate. Who is funding these studies anyway? Apparently, the data is collected from pregnant women visiting prenatal clinics. Check out Emily Oster's article.
At the end of the day, it gets personal again 'cause if you or someone you love gets sick, you'll be thinking about death and the dying process. Although you may be millions of miles away literally or figuratively, decisions made by the powers that be will affect you. I'll take a moment to remember those who have died, as well as those who still survive. And also to applaud the families and healthcare workers who give their time, energy and support to AIDS sufferers, as well as the researchers/scientists working to answer the vital questions that will affect everyone.
Breathy issues
A couple days ago, I was sitting next to a man who was reeking of onions. I glanced at sideways and saw a takeout container on his lap. An image flashed into my mind immediately: a chicken dish I had at a Turkish restaurant that should be translated into 'raw onions with chicken.' It tasted pretty good but I couldn't eat all those onions. Now, I do love the flavor of onions. They're such a basic in Kenyan cooking and other dishes from all over the world. What I have a problem with is the breath or scent they leave behind especially when consumed raw.
It's said that drinking coffee will take away onion & garlic breath but that leaves you with another problem: coffee breath. That can be dealt with by sucking on a mint or chewing gum. But anybody who has recurrent bad breath should probably get a dental check-up 'cause that's a sign of gum disease. Not funny at all. Don't know where I heard this, but going to the dentist is one of the most common fears (along with public speaking). Furthermore, basic medical insurance doesn't even cover seeing a dentist, you have to get an additional policy for that. Anyhow, once you get there, the sound of those drills headed toward your mouth is sure to put you on edge, in addition to the pain and sensitivity you may already be feeling. It takes a special team (dentist & hygienist) to make you feel at ease while they perform their skills. Which is why I'm feeling sad that my dentist is retiring. He's such an easygoing man. All the best to him as he goes on to the next stage of life.
Seems like many people are on the move. A close friend/brother figure and his girlfriend are going to Brazil (her home) for a few months. When he told me, I was thinking "I wanna go too!" And I plan to in the next few years. Sometimes, I get this feeling of being left behind. I've lived with people from different parts of the world, so many go back to their homes. I'm already making plans for all the places I want to go at the end of the month, next summer, in a couple of years, and even in 5-6 years. The world is open (visas are a whole other issue).
It's said that drinking coffee will take away onion & garlic breath but that leaves you with another problem: coffee breath. That can be dealt with by sucking on a mint or chewing gum. But anybody who has recurrent bad breath should probably get a dental check-up 'cause that's a sign of gum disease. Not funny at all. Don't know where I heard this, but going to the dentist is one of the most common fears (along with public speaking). Furthermore, basic medical insurance doesn't even cover seeing a dentist, you have to get an additional policy for that. Anyhow, once you get there, the sound of those drills headed toward your mouth is sure to put you on edge, in addition to the pain and sensitivity you may already be feeling. It takes a special team (dentist & hygienist) to make you feel at ease while they perform their skills. Which is why I'm feeling sad that my dentist is retiring. He's such an easygoing man. All the best to him as he goes on to the next stage of life.
Seems like many people are on the move. A close friend/brother figure and his girlfriend are going to Brazil (her home) for a few months. When he told me, I was thinking "I wanna go too!" And I plan to in the next few years. Sometimes, I get this feeling of being left behind. I've lived with people from different parts of the world, so many go back to their homes. I'm already making plans for all the places I want to go at the end of the month, next summer, in a couple of years, and even in 5-6 years. The world is open (visas are a whole other issue).
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Cold, Cravings, etc
This cold weather is making me wish I could hibernate, then wake up on the Kenyan coast on a sunny afternoon....For now, I'll sip my hot lemon tea and hope my voice doesn't give out; I've gotta be taking part in a group thing for class in the AM. It's a group of two 'cause some people dropped the class. It's way easier to coordinate fewer people.
On a different note, dealing with hormonal swings that lead to food cravings at odd hours of the night. Sometimes, I know exactly what I want: the other night it was ice cream. Lucky for me, there's a supermarket really close by. As I was wandering down the aisles, I was kind of suprised how many people were there too. Couldn't decide what flavor I preferred so I picked a couple, dulce de leche and white chocolate raspberry truffle. Then I started having visions of apple pie a la mode. I bought one of those ready-to-bake ones and popped it in the oven as soon as I got home. Warm apple pie and ice cream taste even better in the middle of the night, yum! Other times like tonight, I just nibble a little of everything.
Christmas songs are already being played in stores and I spotted a lady wearing one of those Santa caps. The only decorations that I penda are the lights. End of story.
On a different note, dealing with hormonal swings that lead to food cravings at odd hours of the night. Sometimes, I know exactly what I want: the other night it was ice cream. Lucky for me, there's a supermarket really close by. As I was wandering down the aisles, I was kind of suprised how many people were there too. Couldn't decide what flavor I preferred so I picked a couple, dulce de leche and white chocolate raspberry truffle. Then I started having visions of apple pie a la mode. I bought one of those ready-to-bake ones and popped it in the oven as soon as I got home. Warm apple pie and ice cream taste even better in the middle of the night, yum! Other times like tonight, I just nibble a little of everything.
Christmas songs are already being played in stores and I spotted a lady wearing one of those Santa caps. The only decorations that I penda are the lights. End of story.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Looks and a Legacy
The bug is going around and it's hard to resist: the drama on Grey's Anatomy is rather entertaining. But please move over McDreamy, the only man worth checking out Isaiah Washington aka Dr. Preston Burke. This man is hot! I'm so not into McDreamy types --heartbreakers who think they can get away with everything by virtue of their looks.
There's no denying that looks do matter: we all make snap judgements about people just by glancing at them. Sites like Hot or Not are based on this idea. But we conclude so much beyond attractiveness in a few seconds, you can guess economic status, religion, career, lifestyle, or age --which may or may not be accurate. I notice how some people react to me differently when I have different hairdos. When I twisted my fro and was carrying a huge bag with stationary supplies downtown, I was referred to as "Madam artist" (which I take as a compliment even though I'm not one). There's a high school close to my place so when I'm carrying my backpack going to class some people think I'm in high school. I was there over 5 years ago and wouldn't go back. I'm one of the few people who looks forward to looking and growing older. Youth is so overrated.
With some of the recent cases ranging from Dr. Ngugi wa Thiong'o's experience at Hotel Vitale,this Standard commentary, the Iranian-American student tasered at UCLA, an Afghani woman wearing a hijab shot to death in Fremont in front of her 3yr old kid, and the more recent shooting in NYC of a groom right before his wedding, it's clear that appearance will subject one to harrassment and even death. Very tragic.
But there are some people whose ideas unite many: one such person is Bob Marley. I have this Bob Marley t-shirt and everytime I wear it random people smile, say 'peace', and nod when I walk by. Marley has inspired masses around the world and left a powerful legacy.
P.S.--I'm tuned into the case of the Kenyan students arrested for drug possession in Malaysia. The worst case scenario is scary. If OJ can be declared innocent of muder, then write a book "If I Did It" I don't know if there's any justice in this world.
There's no denying that looks do matter: we all make snap judgements about people just by glancing at them. Sites like Hot or Not are based on this idea. But we conclude so much beyond attractiveness in a few seconds, you can guess economic status, religion, career, lifestyle, or age --which may or may not be accurate. I notice how some people react to me differently when I have different hairdos. When I twisted my fro and was carrying a huge bag with stationary supplies downtown, I was referred to as "Madam artist" (which I take as a compliment even though I'm not one). There's a high school close to my place so when I'm carrying my backpack going to class some people think I'm in high school. I was there over 5 years ago and wouldn't go back. I'm one of the few people who looks forward to looking and growing older. Youth is so overrated.
With some of the recent cases ranging from Dr. Ngugi wa Thiong'o's experience at Hotel Vitale,this Standard commentary, the Iranian-American student tasered at UCLA, an Afghani woman wearing a hijab shot to death in Fremont in front of her 3yr old kid, and the more recent shooting in NYC of a groom right before his wedding, it's clear that appearance will subject one to harrassment and even death. Very tragic.
But there are some people whose ideas unite many: one such person is Bob Marley. I have this Bob Marley t-shirt and everytime I wear it random people smile, say 'peace', and nod when I walk by. Marley has inspired masses around the world and left a powerful legacy.
P.S.--I'm tuned into the case of the Kenyan students arrested for drug possession in Malaysia. The worst case scenario is scary. If OJ can be declared innocent of muder, then write a book "If I Did It" I don't know if there's any justice in this world.
In Da Club
Clubbing just isn't my scene anymore--it makes me feel old to say that. There was a time (esp. when I was underage) when I was so eager to go out all the time. I'd go through the hassle of borrowing somebody else's ID and going great distances to club. What made it really fun was obviously the crew I was hanging out with. And seeing all the outrageous things that happen inside. We went to some fun places, but at times we'd end up at a more calm place so we'd liven it up. We were determined to have fun, so we did. It was all so exciting!
These days I'm irritated at the thought of lining up, paying a cover charge, battling a crowd for a fucking drink, and just when I'm finally having fun, the lights are turned on and we're chased out. Some clubs get off on being "exclusive" so they can hold you hostage on the sidewalk 'cause they know you're dying to enter. As you walk in, the bouncer at the door acts like they just opened the pearly gates. If it's a half decent place, there will be a crowd so you'll need to avoid stabbing someone's foot with your high heeled boots and avoid that unsteady chic walking by barely balancing her martini. Sometimes, the music is worth it but why do DJs play a hit and when you're on the dance floor they suddenly cut it short, talk over it, or start playing a totally different kind of song that interrupts the flow? Let's say you just got your beverage before last call, and as you're sipping your poison of choice, they start yelling out that you should gulp it down soon. All of a sudden, the bright lights flash on and those goons start walking around urging you to finish and get the hell out. They don't care if you've been there less than an hour 'cause they have to clear the place and shut down. Step outside and there are cops hovering in the area (which is a great idea in some places 'cause this is when crazy things happen). This is when it helps to have a friend who likes going out but doesn't drink so you know they'll take you home safely. That's what matters.
These days I'm irritated at the thought of lining up, paying a cover charge, battling a crowd for a fucking drink, and just when I'm finally having fun, the lights are turned on and we're chased out. Some clubs get off on being "exclusive" so they can hold you hostage on the sidewalk 'cause they know you're dying to enter. As you walk in, the bouncer at the door acts like they just opened the pearly gates. If it's a half decent place, there will be a crowd so you'll need to avoid stabbing someone's foot with your high heeled boots and avoid that unsteady chic walking by barely balancing her martini. Sometimes, the music is worth it but why do DJs play a hit and when you're on the dance floor they suddenly cut it short, talk over it, or start playing a totally different kind of song that interrupts the flow? Let's say you just got your beverage before last call, and as you're sipping your poison of choice, they start yelling out that you should gulp it down soon. All of a sudden, the bright lights flash on and those goons start walking around urging you to finish and get the hell out. They don't care if you've been there less than an hour 'cause they have to clear the place and shut down. Step outside and there are cops hovering in the area (which is a great idea in some places 'cause this is when crazy things happen). This is when it helps to have a friend who likes going out but doesn't drink so you know they'll take you home safely. That's what matters.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
"No Thanks..."
No Thanks to Thanksgiving
by Robert Jensen, Journalism Professor at University of Texas at Austin
[One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.
In fact, indigenous people have offered such a model; since 1970 they have marked the fourth Thursday of November as a Day of Mourning in a spiritual/political ceremony on Coles Hill overlooking Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts, one of the early sites of the European invasion of the Americas.]
You can read the rest of the article here
I've learned a lot of history lately that has changed my perspective on some issues and to quote a statement from one of my papers: "After reading about the murder and near-extermination of the Indians, I question the very celebration of Thanksgiving." So, we cannot celebrate an occasion without giving genuine consideration to the native inhabitants of this land from which we earn our living.
With all that said, I do not oppose a day off with families and friends (even strangers) gathering to share a good meal and give thanks for whatever they have. I do not oppose the generosity and concern that people have for those in their communities who need a helping hand to survive. If anything, Thanksgiving seems to be more revered around here than Christmas (which is mostly about buying stuff). I attended a religious program at a local church. It was an amazing experience for several reasons:
--for one, I haven't been in church for well over a year (which may not seem like a big deal to some but I spent 91% of my life centered around church and religion)
--the minister of the church was a woman. She was very distinguished in her cleric collar.
--the congregation had people of different races and ages from toddlers, to grandmothers, and young people. So many churches are still segregated and I wonder if faith can't bring people together, what will?
--the music was beautiful; there was one encouraging song urging us to persevere whatever hardship we may face and it was just what I needed to hear.
I am thankful for the important people in my life and whatever I have. Anybody out there travelling, have a safe trip.
by Robert Jensen, Journalism Professor at University of Texas at Austin
[One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.
In fact, indigenous people have offered such a model; since 1970 they have marked the fourth Thursday of November as a Day of Mourning in a spiritual/political ceremony on Coles Hill overlooking Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts, one of the early sites of the European invasion of the Americas.]
You can read the rest of the article here
I've learned a lot of history lately that has changed my perspective on some issues and to quote a statement from one of my papers: "After reading about the murder and near-extermination of the Indians, I question the very celebration of Thanksgiving." So, we cannot celebrate an occasion without giving genuine consideration to the native inhabitants of this land from which we earn our living.
With all that said, I do not oppose a day off with families and friends (even strangers) gathering to share a good meal and give thanks for whatever they have. I do not oppose the generosity and concern that people have for those in their communities who need a helping hand to survive. If anything, Thanksgiving seems to be more revered around here than Christmas (which is mostly about buying stuff). I attended a religious program at a local church. It was an amazing experience for several reasons:
--for one, I haven't been in church for well over a year (which may not seem like a big deal to some but I spent 91% of my life centered around church and religion)
--the minister of the church was a woman. She was very distinguished in her cleric collar.
--the congregation had people of different races and ages from toddlers, to grandmothers, and young people. So many churches are still segregated and I wonder if faith can't bring people together, what will?
--the music was beautiful; there was one encouraging song urging us to persevere whatever hardship we may face and it was just what I needed to hear.
I am thankful for the important people in my life and whatever I have. Anybody out there travelling, have a safe trip.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Manga
I just discovered Manga. I didn't know much about its existence till this past summer when my younger sibling picked some up. So, I was at the library this week working on a research paper, and somehow I ended up in the teen section and there was a cart labeled "Mature! Parental Advisory!" Of course I had to check it out =)
They had a variety so I picked out a couple of the most colorful ones. How cool is it to read a book backwards and from right to left? I like it! I needed something light and entertaining between all the heavy reading I've been doing. And the reason they put warning stickers on them is 'cause they do have some graphic pictures. But then, all manga is not easy reading; there's a variety of dark, complex themes they explore. I've got to visit Japan 'cause they have the most original stuff and there's a lot to see. I'm not giving up my attempt on leading a simpler lifestyle yet so I won't be buying all that stuff for myself--so family and close friends you're in luck! One of my classmates went to a karate competition in Tokyo recently and her descriptions of this crowded city are fascinating. I've got to experience it for myself.
They had a variety so I picked out a couple of the most colorful ones. How cool is it to read a book backwards and from right to left? I like it! I needed something light and entertaining between all the heavy reading I've been doing. And the reason they put warning stickers on them is 'cause they do have some graphic pictures. But then, all manga is not easy reading; there's a variety of dark, complex themes they explore. I've got to visit Japan 'cause they have the most original stuff and there's a lot to see. I'm not giving up my attempt on leading a simpler lifestyle yet so I won't be buying all that stuff for myself--so family and close friends you're in luck! One of my classmates went to a karate competition in Tokyo recently and her descriptions of this crowded city are fascinating. I've got to experience it for myself.
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