Ifehenia's blog

I am a sucker for letters. I wish people still wrote them more often. Well, this here was inspired by this.  Dear Aria, First off, let’s be clear that your name is Aria… and not Beyoncé or Rihanna as your father may be deluded into thinking. Your name is as beautiful as music (it actually means ‘A long, accompanied song for a solo voice, typically one in an opera or oratorio’) but let’s pretend that I was deep and philosophical enough to come up with that on my own. If you aren’t the pretty, prima-donna type of little girl, then you can tell everyone that your name means ‘lioness’… because it does. Aria, by now you must know that mommy loves words… reading them and writing them. That’s why we will take on adventures to solve mysteries with The Famous Five; we will get creeped out by the horrors of Goosebumps on many a night… and when you have been a really good girl, we’ll step out of this mundane muggle world and see what’s been happening in Hogwarts. Who knows, ...

I am not a whiner… not even when my weekend already looks bleak yet it’s barely begun. Tomorrow I have a lunch date with mom and her sisters which will definitely get out of hand… but not even that will make me whiny. Instead, I choose to count my blessings. Life could be MUCH worse. I mean, look at all the people to whom life has dealt such a hard blow that they see little point in moving on… look at Huddah.     Suicidal people make me feel sad when I think of what they must have gone through to get to that point of their lives where they feel as if they have nothing left to live for, not even death. But it’s even sadder when they botch up the whole suicide thing… or worse yet botch up the suicide note/ famous last words bit.  Some of these will make you sadder... but others will make your day. Here goes...

Like so many other girls my age, I avidly watch Pretty Little Liars for the fashion. Troian Bellisario (Spencer), Shay Mitchelle (Emily), Ashley Benson (Hanna) and  Lucy Hale (Aria) have better fashion sense than any other TV characters that I have ever seen. I especially love everything about Aria Montgomery... so it goes without saying that when she dressed up as Daisy Buchanan from The Great Gatsby for Halloween, I knew that I HAD to read The Great Gatsby. And last weekend, I finally did. Aria, dressed as Daisy Buchanan The Great Gatsby is a 20th Century classic by F. Scott Fitzgerald that centers around a certain Jay Gatsby and his love for one Daisy Buchanan. The story is told by Nick Carraway, Daisy's cousin, who moved East to forge a life as a bondsman ( a highly unflattering term to describe an investment analyst). He hopes to experience life in the East and all it has to offer so he rents a house on Long Island rather than living right in New York City. As fortune woul...

So I FINALLY got round to watching Nairobi Half Life... yes, yes I know... how unpatriotic of me. In my defense, I have been looking for the DVD for the longest time. Some of my friends had the movie in their laptops but tech not-so-savvy me can’t even begin to grapple with the intricacies of LAN cables and such. I finally got a version that was only 1.33 GB that I could transfer using my flash disk. That said, I am fully aware that my opinion of the movie is highly belated but all the same, here goes... I fell in love with Mwas at first sight. How does one not fall for that boyish grin? I laughed at his wit; was angered by the injustice he faced... and when he was beyond hope, I wept silently. At the end of the movie I felt ‘soft’, for lack of a better word. This story, about how uncaring and cold the world is, touched a raw nerve somewhere within me. The saddest bit of the movie wasn’t the fact that almost all the characters that I had grown attached to died... the saddes...

It has been A WHILE since I last posted here... especially while prompted by anything other than just pure necessity. I have been busy ‘participating’ (References to ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ never grow old.) so I haven’t had much time to muse and ponder. In hindsight I should probably have taken a moment or two to think before plunging and muddling through life... but such is life. Until just about a fortnight ago I had a whole four month vacation. It was the best time of my life... in such a twisted way. I learnt a lot. For starters, I lost nearly all faith in humanity thanks to this pregnant woman . I re-learnt how to wear my heart on my sleeve and live life with reckless abandon. I turned twenty ... and most importantly, I learnt how to do ‘kange’ math. You know, the kind where the conductor asks you to give him extra coins on top of your fare so that he could return your change in notes... that math. I am always left bewildered trying to crunch up the numbers i...

Birthdays make me uncomfortable... Just one short day to the long awaited Tweenies ( that reckless time between the ages 20 and 33) ! I feel ecstatic, to say the least. Finally, teenage hood is over! Mine hasn't exactly been the easiest of teenage-hoods. I was an abnormal teen. I can almost see you rolling your eyes and thinking: "Another one of those 'I'm unique and misunderstood. No one but Eminem gets me.' tales..." Well, this one isn't. It's more of a 'I'm strangely weird. No one but P!nk gets me' tale. :-D I don't feel 20. To be frank, I haven't felt quite my age since I was like 10. My old soul doesn't quite fit in my young body. Really, I am such a Thirty-person. Those people for whom a coffee date and going out for drinks is similar save for the choice of beverage and the tempo of the music. Those people who can't stay up all night, no matter what. Like thirty-people, I have my tastes all figured out. If it...

I lost Nigel... or rather; he was taken away from me. (Speaking of taking, Takers- The Movie makes stealing seem like such a worthy profession! Especially when the guy with a British accent says: “We’re Takers, gentlemen. That’s what we do for a living... We take.”) Unfortunately, Nigel’s Taker was not some sexy, black man with a British accent... that would have made it better somewhat. He was taken by a pale-faced, pregnant woman with shaved eyebrows that had been drawn back on. I can’t even remember her face... just the eyebrows. Nigel is was my phone. Take a moment to roll your eyes and tsk-tsk at the fact that I named my phone while ignoring the more appalling facts of life like the fact that some people name their children ‘Bruno’ and ‘Rufus’ yet it’s pretty clear that those are names sorely reserved for dogs. He (Nigel) was a Samsung Galaxy Mini and though according to his manufacturers, who claim the SIII is the phone designed for humans, he wasn’t fit for human use; I ...