Well well Happy Birthday to ME! Technically my birthday was yesterday the 30th of December but what the hell it’s still my Birthday in Hawaii!!!!
Yup, there it was another birthday of mine just kind flew by.
It was okay I suppose nothing grand, just a lot of chitchat, family stuff, loads and loads of text messages and for a change I was on the receiving end! My birthday kind of also means another calendar year has also come to an end and so the usual pattern of reviewing the year gone by and a kind of previewing the year ahead also follows. It’s all a part of living, not life necessarily, but living.
Anyways in rear view: the accomplishments of year are nothing major but mostly consisted of toiling through schoolwork for three grueling semesters and finally pulling up my CGPA above three! Also one of my stories was published in the Star weekend magazine so that was pretty cool. Oh and I discovered the joy that is blogging which in urn meant that I wrote a lot of poems although I must say I could do better. We shifted house, again. I am glad I got to do a lot of reading in the past few months.
Tomorrow I am headed off to Chittagong where I hope to have a much needed ‘do nothing’ holiday. Well…hopefully next year will be the answer to my prayers (Insha ‘allah). I just hope I get to do all the things I have plans to do and first in the list is to complete my degree with enough grace. Definitely try to spend more time writing. And if I catch a glimpse of the African dancer I hope I have enough courage to follow him to my dreams. Another year is another promise, a beginning and a continuation, an empty canvas, a page yet to be filled with words. But most of all it is about life, not living, just life. To Be is To Live.
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
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What career should you have?
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*Creative*
You should follow a career in something creative
like:Art, Photography, Music, Writing
*No prize for guessing that one I would say!
What is your love icon?
(icons and answers in results!! girls only)
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" If You Really Love Something Set It Free.If It Comes Back It's Yours, If Not It Wasn't Meant To Be"
Your Song: Running Out of Days by 3 Doors Down
Your Flower: Clover, whiteThink of me.
* Hmm...that is my motto....
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What is Your TRUE Astrology Sign? (for guys and girls with incredibly detailed answers and incredible pictures+READ MEMO PLEASE)
You are a Capricorn born in the most chalenging time of the year, duh, it is mid-winter!! And your animal symbol is the mountain goat with a fishes tail, like a mergoat!! You are serious, practical, hard-working, down to earth, realistic, disciplined, focused, responsible, authoritive, dominating, rigid, conservative, severe, trustworthy, traditional, and last but not least decisive!! You look forward to reaching your goles or you look towards higher order. And about that mergoat, you are 75% goat and only, you guessed it, 25% fish, so your good in the water but more "triumphant" on the land.
-your element is earth
-your lucky colors are brown, dark green and granite grey
-your metal is lead
-your precious stone is Garnet
-and your day of the week is saturday!!
-your true love is a virgo, scorpio, taurus, or cancer!!
-the parts of the body that you rule are the teeth, bones, knees, and joints!!
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What is your symbol and element?
Your symbol is wings. You are a free spirit. You are very outgoing and upbeat. Most of the time you are very happy. Not matter what it is very hard for people to bring you down. Your element is the air because you are a free spirit and every changing.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
The joy of chorus
* Book I am reading now:- 'The Arrangements of Love' by Timeri N. Murari*
There are many reasons why we write; well many reasons why I write. Sometimes I write to collect my thoughts, sometimes I write to recollect my memories. I write to capture, I write to create, I write to quench my thirst for words, I write to fuel my imagination. This time I am writing to remember. I often think if I ever sit down to write my autobiography (Somewhere along the road), will I be able to document my life honestly? How much of the past will I actually remember? My fear is not much since I have a rather poor memory for a writer. So I write down my memories, casually picking them at random, to help me organize my past.
In school I was in the choir. Not too many schools had a choir back then. But ours was a missionary school and we were lucky to have been instructed by a renowned choir instructor during our last two school years. There was no strict selection procedure but I presume you had to have a minimum singing voice and sense of rhythm. Having learned traditional music for the longest of time, I was willing to try it out. Also I wasn't involved in any other extra-curricular activities (at least not very actively) , and this seemed like a good one.
The first day most of us were a little nervous probably because we didnt have a clear enough idea as to what a 'choir' actually was. The instructor made the primary selection and we started rehearsing. Everyday after class we, the timid bunch, would gather 'round the piano and get acquainted with foreign sounds and notes. After a couple of days of rehearsals the instructors picked out the single voices from the chorus, separated the sopranos from the altos, put the shorter girls in front in front and the taller at the back, sopranos on the left and the altos on the left; and made voice arrangements for the School Anthem. I was an alto chorus and remained in that faithful position till the very last of choir performances.
We were to have a choir uniform as well : a rather graceful and Victorian version of our school uniform. We wore a frilly blouse as opposed to the strict school shirt, flowy silk ankle-length bottle-green skirts instead of the veryday knee-length stiff polyester skirts. Instead of a tie we wore a beautiful green ribbon tied in the form of a bow around our necks.
A choir was established. We practiced religiously, and we grew better by the day. In the final hours of rehearsal before our first public performance, we had become a true choir. OUr lungs filled with air and we sang deeply; we moved to the rhythm of one another's voice and we swayed along left and right in a natural progression. We sang in tune, our individual weaknesses muted by the strength of our collective effort, and our individual strength focusing on blending in with the rest of the choir. The alto complemented the sopranos; we learned the words we learned the tunes. When we came back from rehearsal we hummed the songs in our sub-conscious.
Our choir was a hit from the very first public performance. I believe it was during a graduation ceremony. The sisters liked it very much and so did the audience. That was our take-off point. After that we performed in numerous school functions- another graduation ceremony, assembly, the silver jubilee functions etc. We also courageously ventured performing outside the school auditorium. Among our most notable performances were the ones in the British Council auditorium and Alliance Francaise. We sang as a team with harmony and co-ordination, surrendered to the whims of the mighty piano, we kept in pace with the beat and we were eager to try out more and more new songs.
Some of my personal favourites include: Memory, Go with a song in your heart, Wind beneath my wings, School Anthem etc.
The quality that made our choir outstanding was that all of us sang with out hearts. We loved and enjoyed music, we were dedicated and we were musical! Voila! There w\you have a erciepe for a successful choir!
There are many reasons why we write; well many reasons why I write. Sometimes I write to collect my thoughts, sometimes I write to recollect my memories. I write to capture, I write to create, I write to quench my thirst for words, I write to fuel my imagination. This time I am writing to remember. I often think if I ever sit down to write my autobiography (Somewhere along the road), will I be able to document my life honestly? How much of the past will I actually remember? My fear is not much since I have a rather poor memory for a writer. So I write down my memories, casually picking them at random, to help me organize my past.
In school I was in the choir. Not too many schools had a choir back then. But ours was a missionary school and we were lucky to have been instructed by a renowned choir instructor during our last two school years. There was no strict selection procedure but I presume you had to have a minimum singing voice and sense of rhythm. Having learned traditional music for the longest of time, I was willing to try it out. Also I wasn't involved in any other extra-curricular activities (at least not very actively) , and this seemed like a good one.
The first day most of us were a little nervous probably because we didnt have a clear enough idea as to what a 'choir' actually was. The instructor made the primary selection and we started rehearsing. Everyday after class we, the timid bunch, would gather 'round the piano and get acquainted with foreign sounds and notes. After a couple of days of rehearsals the instructors picked out the single voices from the chorus, separated the sopranos from the altos, put the shorter girls in front in front and the taller at the back, sopranos on the left and the altos on the left; and made voice arrangements for the School Anthem. I was an alto chorus and remained in that faithful position till the very last of choir performances.
We were to have a choir uniform as well : a rather graceful and Victorian version of our school uniform. We wore a frilly blouse as opposed to the strict school shirt, flowy silk ankle-length bottle-green skirts instead of the veryday knee-length stiff polyester skirts. Instead of a tie we wore a beautiful green ribbon tied in the form of a bow around our necks.
A choir was established. We practiced religiously, and we grew better by the day. In the final hours of rehearsal before our first public performance, we had become a true choir. OUr lungs filled with air and we sang deeply; we moved to the rhythm of one another's voice and we swayed along left and right in a natural progression. We sang in tune, our individual weaknesses muted by the strength of our collective effort, and our individual strength focusing on blending in with the rest of the choir. The alto complemented the sopranos; we learned the words we learned the tunes. When we came back from rehearsal we hummed the songs in our sub-conscious.
Our choir was a hit from the very first public performance. I believe it was during a graduation ceremony. The sisters liked it very much and so did the audience. That was our take-off point. After that we performed in numerous school functions- another graduation ceremony, assembly, the silver jubilee functions etc. We also courageously ventured performing outside the school auditorium. Among our most notable performances were the ones in the British Council auditorium and Alliance Francaise. We sang as a team with harmony and co-ordination, surrendered to the whims of the mighty piano, we kept in pace with the beat and we were eager to try out more and more new songs.
Some of my personal favourites include: Memory, Go with a song in your heart, Wind beneath my wings, School Anthem etc.
The quality that made our choir outstanding was that all of us sang with out hearts. We loved and enjoyed music, we were dedicated and we were musical! Voila! There w\you have a erciepe for a successful choir!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
A fortnight of hardwork
Phew! Uh-huh....Yippeeeee Exam is overrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!
The last fifteen were the busiest in all my college life....so I could be excused for not updating my blog during that time. All I wrote for during the last fifteen days were exam papers, reports, codes, and more codes(PHP, html, sql, you name it), Projects, more reports, lots and lots of google search...you get the picture...
Finally a nightmarish fortnight is over, so is a long, painful semester.
But I am too tired to start celebrating.
Now I can finally concentrate on my blog and my writings...
You know how you plan and plan the night before your exam all those crazy and fun things you want to do in semester break, yeah umm err how many of them actually come true?
Very few I am afraid for someone like me.
In any case who's stopping me from planning rite? So here goes:
1. Go to St. Martin's Island- Okay we cannot decide on a date...we went back n forth and then back again but finally we settled for the 31st...yup New Year's on a mystical coral island...sounds pretty cool...also it is just the day after my birthday so that should be kinda cool. And I can't wait to start clicking pictures with my new love....my new sony cybershot...and start my own Photoblog!
2. Umm what else....oh yeah I remembered. WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3. Sir YesSIR. Writing ideas and projects include 'Love has a deadline', 'Desperate Times', and writing exercises.
4. READING projects- now now you know I dont skip on that! I am religious and tenacious and I can't wait to get my hands on the best titles of 2005!!
Ok....That's all for now....More about my birthday ....later on....Soryy I am obsessed about my birthday and there's nothing you can do about it!!!!;)
The last fifteen were the busiest in all my college life....so I could be excused for not updating my blog during that time. All I wrote for during the last fifteen days were exam papers, reports, codes, and more codes(PHP, html, sql, you name it), Projects, more reports, lots and lots of google search...you get the picture...
Finally a nightmarish fortnight is over, so is a long, painful semester.
But I am too tired to start celebrating.
Now I can finally concentrate on my blog and my writings...
You know how you plan and plan the night before your exam all those crazy and fun things you want to do in semester break, yeah umm err how many of them actually come true?
Very few I am afraid for someone like me.
In any case who's stopping me from planning rite? So here goes:
1. Go to St. Martin's Island- Okay we cannot decide on a date...we went back n forth and then back again but finally we settled for the 31st...yup New Year's on a mystical coral island...sounds pretty cool...also it is just the day after my birthday so that should be kinda cool. And I can't wait to start clicking pictures with my new love....my new sony cybershot...and start my own Photoblog!
2. Umm what else....oh yeah I remembered. WRITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3. Sir YesSIR. Writing ideas and projects include 'Love has a deadline', 'Desperate Times', and writing exercises.
4. READING projects- now now you know I dont skip on that! I am religious and tenacious and I can't wait to get my hands on the best titles of 2005!!
Ok....That's all for now....More about my birthday ....later on....Soryy I am obsessed about my birthday and there's nothing you can do about it!!!!;)
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