Umm, I really don't want to mess up my first entry with a kind of stupid intro, but you know what, I really did use to think that blog is just another hi-tech trash. Junk. Useless. Booring. Like robots. Like some kind of awkward vehicles. Like clones. Yeah I mean seriously, why should we read somebody else's journal anyway? Excuse me, but do I know you? Heck no. But now I've turned out to be a blogger anyway. It's funny how I used a real leather journal book to write on my daily happenings for all my life and now I trust a web page to take over its duties. It's.. just weird. Soo, yah. Life's changed.
Everyday I am dreaming there might, or should be something more beyond myself, that somehow, someday I could catch. That is the reason why I decided to start a blog. Simply because I find a joyful fun in writing. Forget the fact I'm just a mediocre, I'm analytical. I'm curious. I'm young. I just want to share all of those thoughts. That's it. Nothing's serious. Nothing's fancy. Whether it's worth every second to read or not, you decide.
Everyday I am dreaming there might, or should be something more beyond myself, that somehow, someday I could catch. That is the reason why I decided to start a blog. Simply because I find a joyful fun in writing. Forget the fact I'm just a mediocre, I'm analytical. I'm curious. I'm young. I just want to share all of those thoughts. That's it. Nothing's serious. Nothing's fancy. Whether it's worth every second to read or not, you decide.
This week has been an energy sucker for me. Hectic, tiring, exciting, satisfying, shocking all at the same time. I had to memorize a 30 line Hamlet soliloquy for Mrs. Milliet class (and got a perfect score for that, which has been one of my recognizable achievements this week, beside successfully made a delish pecan and pumpkin pie in Chef Betzen's cooking class, and nominated as a National Honor Roll student), attend another drama club rehaersal for a play in December 1, and of course, soccer practice. Phew.
Another thing to mention is that I started to have my daily prayer at school. Due to daylight saving, the prayer schedule had been messed up, which required me to have my dhuhr and ashr prayers at school. It was kind of bizzare for the first time, since I had to have wudlu on the sink in the school lavatory, use compass to know qibla direction and yet explain to millions of people why I have to pray (well, exaggerating, but it truly seemed like that many though). But there is always a nice sensation comes up when people exclaims "Wow, you are a Muslim, Dian?!" and I just can answer proudly, "Yes, I am."
Houston's weather has turned out to be cold that I heard it reached 45 F on Thursday morning (45 F = 7 Celcius). I really hope that it's not getting any colder but hey, it's just the beginning of fall season, are you kidding me? Just stand strong, and you'll go through it. =)
Another thing to mention is that I started to have my daily prayer at school. Due to daylight saving, the prayer schedule had been messed up, which required me to have my dhuhr and ashr prayers at school. It was kind of bizzare for the first time, since I had to have wudlu on the sink in the school lavatory, use compass to know qibla direction and yet explain to millions of people why I have to pray (well, exaggerating, but it truly seemed like that many though). But there is always a nice sensation comes up when people exclaims "Wow, you are a Muslim, Dian?!" and I just can answer proudly, "Yes, I am."
Houston's weather has turned out to be cold that I heard it reached 45 F on Thursday morning (45 F = 7 Celcius). I really hope that it's not getting any colder but hey, it's just the beginning of fall season, are you kidding me? Just stand strong, and you'll go through it. =)
And yes. That's it. Now you've read my first entry. So, I'd better be off.
"O it's too too solid flesh would melt.
Thaw and ressolve itself into a dew.
Or that the everlasting had not fixed,
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God, o God.
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
seem to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on't, ah fie. 'Tis an unweeded garden
that grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature,
posses it merrily. That it should come to this.
But two months dead -nay, not so much, not two-
an excellent a King, that was to
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother.
That He might not beteem the winds of heaven
visit her face too roughly. O Heaven and Earth!
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him?
As if increase of appetite had grown,
by what it fed on. And yet within a month
-let me not think on't- Frailty, thy name is women.
A little month, ere those shoes were old.
With which she followed my poor father's body,
like Niobe, all tears -why she, even she-
O God. A beast that wants discourse reason,
would have mourned longer. Married to my uncle,
my father's brother. But no more like my father
than I to Hercules. Within a month,
ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
have left a flushing in her galled eyes.
She married. O most wicked speed! To post
with such dexterity to incestous sheets.
It is not, nor cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue"
--Hamlet by Shakespeare.
"O it's too too solid flesh would melt.
Thaw and ressolve itself into a dew.
Or that the everlasting had not fixed,
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God, o God.
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
seem to me all the uses of this world.
Fie on't, ah fie. 'Tis an unweeded garden
that grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature,
posses it merrily. That it should come to this.
But two months dead -nay, not so much, not two-
an excellent a King, that was to
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother.
That He might not beteem the winds of heaven
visit her face too roughly. O Heaven and Earth!
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him?
As if increase of appetite had grown,
by what it fed on. And yet within a month
-let me not think on't- Frailty, thy name is women.
A little month, ere those shoes were old.
With which she followed my poor father's body,
like Niobe, all tears -why she, even she-
O God. A beast that wants discourse reason,
would have mourned longer. Married to my uncle,
my father's brother. But no more like my father
than I to Hercules. Within a month,
ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
have left a flushing in her galled eyes.
She married. O most wicked speed! To post
with such dexterity to incestous sheets.
It is not, nor cannot come to good.
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue"
--Hamlet by Shakespeare.
