So I came across this letter that I wrote to my dad when I was 9? 10? Not totally sure because there's no date. I think it's really funny - SUCH a little brat. Oh, erm, Children's choir was this thing at our church in Ras Tanura (the smaller compound we lived in in Saudi before we moved to Dhahran) where we had to sing such songs as "Doubting Thomas" and that "Yes Lord I will come and follow you" song. We also had to wear really stupid looking blue and white robes. I hated it with a burning passion. I had to sing AND play the piano which I remember thinking was brutally unfair. It was also on during the one good show that came on all friggin week. Mr. Martin was a family friend, my teacher, and the head of Children's Choir. So naturally I was pushed into Children's Choir against my will and forced to play the piano because I was asian. But actually he was really the nicest man and is one of those great teachers you always remember.
Daddy,
I asked Mr. Martin today if I have to come to Children's Choir any more. He was very manipulative and said, "Sure, why not?" Well, I was shocked and offended when he didn't let me answer. I do not think it is fair that other people get a choice to what they want to do and I don't. Mr. M. thinks he can run my life just because he is my teacher for 2 measly subjects. I suggest that you either call that man up and give him a piece of your mind and or forbid me to go to C.C. And So I leave it up to you, as my father, was it right to manipulate a young vulnerable child, to brainwash her? I think not. It is up to you. Do you want to base your decisions on a loudmouth? An imposer? A manipulative man? NO! And so, I trust you to make this decision rightly, by picking my side of course so that I can watch Christy.
So my favourite part is that last line where I clearly went to all this trouble just so I could stay at home and watch Christy. Also that I clearly had just learned the word "manipulative." Needless to say, I remained in Children's Choir.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Let me dream all the time
"Let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad...Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere-be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost." - Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Read a bit of "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" for probably the fifth time last week at Pei's and I've been wanting to read it again ever since, and I'm also wanting to read more of Middlesex than the like 20 pages I've managed. I also want to read Little Bee.
I'm supposed to be indexing for the bar, but instead i've been obsessing over my new apt. Painting and deciding on renovations. Except we might not put in the new kitchen cupboards now - it's not really my decision so I have to wait and see, BUT I have ideas for what to do even if we don't get new ones. We actually are only doing renovations because of the state the apt was left in after the last tenants - they clearly had food fights like every night for a year. Seriously - even after like three days of cleaning some stuff was still unusable. Anyways, thank-you old tenants for being so disgusting we are getting new things now. I guess. Either way i'm excited for my apt - it's not in the best location in terms of being near work, but I like the area and I'm used to it. We'll see how it goes during articling, I'll be there for at least a year which is pretty good after living like a vagabond for awhile (and my whole life).
It's funny now that we've painted I've been fixated on like tiny little details I can't get out of my mind that I've always wanted for a home. Now that I feel like the colours are mine, I want everything else to be too - so like I've been thinking about this beautiful light fixture we saw at RONA- kind of a mini chandelier, all sparkly - I think it's called a "glacier" chandelier. It's not over the top really, but very pretty. What else - socket covers (dunno what they're called) and doorknobs! I'm going to be looking for pretty ceramic ones with flowers and designs. Dining room chairs - we saw the nicest (and most reasonably priced) ones in Ikea that are the comfy, cushioned, fabric-covered ones. There was one design that was a suede tan and one that was tan and white stripes - I liked the latter best and so did my mom. I've been Trying hard to keep it not so girly but it's an uphill battle. The furniture I think will mostly be brown-black wood (the cheapest kind from IKEA) which is NOT girly at all.
I'm just so excited to have a kind of permanent place!
Anyways we've agreed not to do much more until after the bar exam cause all this stuff can take so much time. I'm gonna be sleeping on the floor until we get movers for the bed. I hate that we have to take it apart (it's IKEA of course) and reassemble, but s'ok. But my parents have been ammaazzinngg helping move and setting up and getting excited with me for the new place. Moving from Tanaz's place was today and not so bad. As per tradition we congratulate ourselves after every little thing we do and eat yummy food for a reward (Iranian today).
Listening to "Orange Sky" again and again and again... Oh and also Joe Purdy "The Pretender"- and enjoying being home and stalking my cat despite being super allergic.
Read a bit of "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" for probably the fifth time last week at Pei's and I've been wanting to read it again ever since, and I'm also wanting to read more of Middlesex than the like 20 pages I've managed. I also want to read Little Bee.
I'm supposed to be indexing for the bar, but instead i've been obsessing over my new apt. Painting and deciding on renovations. Except we might not put in the new kitchen cupboards now - it's not really my decision so I have to wait and see, BUT I have ideas for what to do even if we don't get new ones. We actually are only doing renovations because of the state the apt was left in after the last tenants - they clearly had food fights like every night for a year. Seriously - even after like three days of cleaning some stuff was still unusable. Anyways, thank-you old tenants for being so disgusting we are getting new things now. I guess. Either way i'm excited for my apt - it's not in the best location in terms of being near work, but I like the area and I'm used to it. We'll see how it goes during articling, I'll be there for at least a year which is pretty good after living like a vagabond for awhile (and my whole life).
It's funny now that we've painted I've been fixated on like tiny little details I can't get out of my mind that I've always wanted for a home. Now that I feel like the colours are mine, I want everything else to be too - so like I've been thinking about this beautiful light fixture we saw at RONA- kind of a mini chandelier, all sparkly - I think it's called a "glacier" chandelier. It's not over the top really, but very pretty. What else - socket covers (dunno what they're called) and doorknobs! I'm going to be looking for pretty ceramic ones with flowers and designs. Dining room chairs - we saw the nicest (and most reasonably priced) ones in Ikea that are the comfy, cushioned, fabric-covered ones. There was one design that was a suede tan and one that was tan and white stripes - I liked the latter best and so did my mom. I've been Trying hard to keep it not so girly but it's an uphill battle. The furniture I think will mostly be brown-black wood (the cheapest kind from IKEA) which is NOT girly at all.
I'm just so excited to have a kind of permanent place!
Anyways we've agreed not to do much more until after the bar exam cause all this stuff can take so much time. I'm gonna be sleeping on the floor until we get movers for the bed. I hate that we have to take it apart (it's IKEA of course) and reassemble, but s'ok. But my parents have been ammaazzinngg helping move and setting up and getting excited with me for the new place. Moving from Tanaz's place was today and not so bad. As per tradition we congratulate ourselves after every little thing we do and eat yummy food for a reward (Iranian today).
Listening to "Orange Sky" again and again and again... Oh and also Joe Purdy "The Pretender"- and enjoying being home and stalking my cat despite being super allergic.
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