There's a whole other world out there...

But I like it better in here :)

I'm BACK people!

A lot of shit has gone down since I stopped blogging, and changes need to be made.

(No... I don't mean your engagement,Ki)

Props goes to you for finding the right guy...

Trust me, you're gonna rock that ring! ;)

The Death of a Legend

It was just another day and I was happily walking up to my friends in school when one of them comes up to me with a morose look on her face and says, "We are mourning the death of Michael Jackson."

I stood frozen to the spot for five minutes trying to take it all in.
He. Is. Dead.

Music speaks to me. Music is the way I stay alive in the world. I keep a smile plastered on my face because music makes it O.K. Music has the power washing away feelings and letting your mind focus on the song and the song only. That is how powerful it is to me. I never leave my house without my iPod. It is almost like my source of oxygen, it cures my headaches and fades my problems into the music. I forget all about them and enter a whole new world.

As I stood there, frozen, songs were rushing through my head. The first Michael Jackson song that I had ever heard was 'Heal the World', back when I was in fourth grade. We had to sing it in school. I didn't even know it was a Michael Jackson song. As I sang the lyrics, I was introduced to a whole new dimension of music. The song moves people, it tells them to pick themselves up and make the world 'a better place'. It makes you want to do so. Michael Jackson took the world on a ride, I was lucky enough to be dragged along.

Whether it was his unnatural dance moves or his amazing voice... he made onlookers faint, he made people go crazy about him. He was the icon of all icons. He always had something new to him. He was a man who went through everything: fame, shame, riches, poor, happiness and sorrow. His voice was unique and it touched the heart of millions. He is said to be the most famous person ever, and he is the record holder of the most number of albums sold.

One of my other friends had bought five tickets to go see his comeback show in London and is now devastated and is purely convinced that karma is against him. "Well, at least you're not Michael!" was my reply. I envy him. He is the owner of five tickets to the last show planned of the King of Pop! That is just so crazy... Seriously.

This is my version of a eulogy. This is my version of saying goodbye for now. It shall never be a final goodbye because Michael Jackson lives in his music. That is how he is and how he should be. The man is an inspiration for anyone. Even villagers in this minuscule island of Sri Lanka, knows who he is! We'll miss you M.J! Rock in Peace!

"Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world. Through it — my music, I know I will live forever."
~Michael Jackson on his work, Ebony Magazine December 2007.

Yes.. I resurfaced...

I've been living in a small hole underground for the past couple of weeks. Not a real one, a metaphorical one. Can that be used as a metaphor in the first place? I am not good at metaphors.

So anyways, my life has been one rush after another the past couple of days. School has been hectic and I haven't had a groomed or pampered look on my face for as long as I can remember. I need some serious TLC. Dear Summer Holidays, please note that I am waiting very impatiently for you to get here!

I started going to the gym! :D Well, only last night. It was fun and there weren't a bunch of people there to look upon me as I made a huge fool of myself. I'm going tonight too. Pray that I don't make a fool of myself.

The season finale of Grey's Anatomy made me cry in two ways: out of joy and in pure sorrow. Izzie CANNOT die! Or George! Seriousy... It won't be the same without all that.

I've got studying to do... I don't feel like it though. Ancient Sri Lankan history isn't my thing, probably because I can't pronounce any of my names. And it's filled with secret plots, adultery and marriages in families... Oh well...

Wish me luck.. I've got exams coming up and I am not excited. -_-

A Million Little Pieces

The Young Man went to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
it can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

25 Things - Tagged by Ki ( luv ya girlie)

So let's get started...

1. I spell my name is two ways "Aryn" and "Areen". Which way I spell depends on my mood.
2. I LOVE sour mangoes. I do. It is one of the main fruits keeping my from getting scurvy from lack of Vitamin C. (Do mangoes even have vitamin C?)
3. Oranges. Love. LOVE. I chased after a kid who stole my orange all round school. He had to hide in the guy's toilet to get away from me. Boy did I wish I was a guy at that time.
   
4. I can't go anywhere without my iPod. I can't even sleep without music blaring into my ears. It's comforting.
   
5. I'm allergic to my locker key. If I hold it for too long it causes the skin on my hand to peel off. It is irritating because I keep leaving it at places and then freaking out about it.
6. I have a HUGE cuddly monkey! I bought it last year and when I went back home I had to carry the HUGE monkey all round the airport and in the flight because it was too big for my suitcase. People kept staring at me because I looked like a three year old with her teddy, only mine was a monkey and it would have been bigger than a three year old.
7. I've become a fruit addict recently. All the weird fried stuff in the canteen creep me out and I quickly grab the lime juice and run. I know, I find it weird too.
8. I am not a fan of babies. Crying, screaming and wailing is not my thing. I don't at once think they are cute. If it's your baby I'll smile and tickle him/her but I will not try to hold him/her. Holding to me is a BIG no-no. It's just scary, okay?
9. I get CRAZY air-sick. Meaning, I throw up anything and everything inside my stomach. Eating before flying, not a good idea. Even still I find french fries a bit gross.
   
10. Even though I puke my stomach out, I still love to travel and see places. It's my new plan. Study, study, study and travel, travel, travel, travel. Notice how there's three "studies" and four ''travels". ;)
11. I hate math but I LOVE algebra. I can wrap my mind around it and it makes me FEEL smart.
12. I love quotes. Quotes have the power of making me happy when I'm sad.
    
13. Thirteen is my lucky number. I know it's said to be unlucky but it's NOT. Seriously. I shall defend the luckiness of thirteen forever.
    
14. It's the jersey number of someone and I used to make fun of him because of it. Hah!
    
15. I say the word 'okay' wayyy too much when I'm chatting with a certain someone. A very kind person should stick around and shove words into my mouth often or wave a dictionary in front of my face because I terribly need it.
16. I love glitter but I hate it when it sticks onto my hands and face and won't go off. I used to collect glitter when I was two. Seriously, not kidding.
17. I am patient but I have my limits. I cannot stand excessive talking. Some people need to learn to shut up.
18. I always injure myself without knowing. Just the other day, I cut my finger and didn't know about it until it turned white when I wet my hands.
    
19. I am a punctual freak. I get irritated and annoyed if I ever get late to go somewhere. I either always turn up early or right on time. The early bird catches the worm and that is totally fine with me. Unless I'm the worm.
20. I love singing. I used to hate it (you could NEVER get me to sing in front of people, ever!) but I will now do it without the invitation to. You may find it annoying that I burst into song at critical moments but you can always count on my for sound effects. :)
21. I love the happy tree friends cartoon. I watch them whenever I need a laugh on Youtube.
22. I LOVE shopping for clothes. I HATE trying on stuff.
    
23. This cartoon can make me laugh at ANY time! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvPciRmLSlU&feature=related
24. I LOVE Adam Lambert on American Idol. The dude is CRAZY good.
    
25. I love doing these crazy tags. XD

I tag Mithe and Anths. Much luv to ya!

The Survivor

In 1939 a thirteen year old Jewish girl from Essen, Germany, - Anneliese Katz - arrived in England. Her parents had managed to send her there to stay with relations, but they themselves could not emigrate, and were murdered in Chelmno, Poland, five years later. Anneliese went to school, then trained to be a nurse. She met, and married, a Sri Lankan Post-graduate and settled down with him in Sri Lanka. In 1956 she became a Sri Lankan citizen. She later became a poet and writer. She was sent to England in "kindertransport", used widely at that time to transport children to safety, when she was thirteen. When she was eighteen, she found out that her parents had been killed. She is considered to be a survivor of the Holocaust... The pain and anguish caused by the Holocaust is potrayed often in her poems. Her poems are depressing, sad. It was her form of expressing herself.

This same person is coming to my school on Tuesday. We're supposed to ask her at least six questions, because we're doing in-depth research about the Holocaust. I can't think of any one question to ask her. Not because I don't know the facts but because I don't know what to say to her. So... any ideas?

Here is a little taste of her work: (Google Anne Ranasinghe for more info)

The Night Of The Tropical Storm

by Anne Ranasinghe

The night of the tropical storm
vaulting sheets of rain
tore through the trees, driven by a wind
so fierce that their high leafy crowns
twisted and tangled as they swayed and bent
under green forks of lightning.
Strangely they all survived

except my more than bush and not yet tree
grown from a seed found in the royal pleasure garden,
its blossom candles flickering red fire
among the feathery foliage
and swinging spiky long brown pods.
There was a regal glory
about this glowing bush against the mossy wall.

The morning after
I found its slumped, shapeless pitiful -
dead at my feet, blossoms already withered,
its naked roots protruding shamelessly
from the ripped soil. A rain-washed sun
shed honey-colour light while squirrels played
wild games through splintered branches

cracking the pods and scattering small hard seeds.

I Speak

by Anne Ranasinghe

I Speak
not with the language of those
who know all the answers
but with the words of the helpless
searching for images
that drift through memory
to make a home-coming
out of exile.
For even in the promised land
I am a stranger.

Eternal fugitive
from a native landscape
I carry with me
the marks of all my sojourns
the tension
between past and present
and guilt
at breaking tradition:
betrayal of the generations.
No one can restore
what has been lost.

It is in forgetting
that we can live our daily lives
but we must survive
in order to remember.

Busy Living Life Out There... (Yes, there!)

I know, I know. I have been gone for a very very long time. But I have a good excuse!!! You see, I was busy living life. Hah! You can never top that.

I am rambling. Got to stop the rambling.

Haha. Living life has made me very hyper, as you can clearly see (or read, whichever is more appropriate).

Here's all that has happened:

• I cut my hair! Just little trim. Much to my annoyance, it seems to have grown back to the way it was within a very short period of time. Two weeks to be exact. I had to go through pain and agony for the haircut, too. The dude who was cutting my hair, dropped the thick brush that is used to do blow-drying with, onto the top of my head!!! Never cut your hair in a place where a television is on!
• A dead frog was found outside our lockers. It was lying there with its tongue sticking out. No one knows where it came from. Probably escaped from the science lab. I felt bad for the poor froggie.
• The next morning I had to see a crow eat the frog. Literally, tear its skin and flesh (or whatever it is that frogs have) apart. Not a very pleasant sight during the early hours of the day. I now hate that crow. Not all crows, just that one (although I can't exactly tell any crows apart).
• I got new glasses which are Armani!!! :D :D Yay!! It's black and rectangular and nerdy. I LOVE EM! My mum got pissed off because I did not pick any of the fancy coloured ones that she pointed out. All the more reasons why I love my new ones.
• My valentines day was all about watching the school play and it was about "Animal Farm." I spent valentines with animals. Someone please feel sorry for me.
• On second thought, don't. Because I had tons of fun that night with my friends. Tip: Animals are sometimes a lot more fun than you think.
• There IS such a thing as global warming and I feel the heat every single day at lunch. Can anyone get me a deal with the Coca Cola Company to get me free drinks everyday? Just one per day. Or two. Okay, maybe three. Or four. Fine! FIVE.
• I actually like geography. Ha ha.

Okay that's it. I've run out of things. I know the stuff that I've given are random... :D