new words, and a new song.

HELLOOOO WORLLDDDDDDD, guess who's back? back again? kalyah's back, tell your friends! (sorry, momentary lapse of lameness).

Well, it's may in 2010 and I don't think i've updated my blog since early 2009.
This is truly a crying shame because that means i've been using other virtual portals to express my thoughts, interests and emotions.
the culprit: twitter.
(www.twitter.com/sinatra_please, shameless advertising)

The point is, I miss blogger, I miss the whole words floating around in cyber-space phenomenon that accompanies a public blog.
I think the main reason I stopped blogging was because I was tired of using "anticipated reactions" as a teenage cry-baby diary.
Now, i'm in my early twenties, twenty to be exact. I have been kicking school's and life's ass, (still single though). and i'm just wiser in general.

Anywho, SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED, WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!

well Obama is still the president, no fatalities or impeaching to speak of. Although, his name is slandered almost everywhere you look. A sad reality that I guess is the result of vast change.
He has made plenty of great changes, but most notably HEALThCARE PASSED! that is bound to piss people off, unfortunately on both sides. Through my Canadian eyes this is a non-issue, every human has the right to healthcare, every human has the right to get access to the best medicines and doctors, i always thought that life wasn't a partisan issue, sadly, i'm wrong.

AHH not to shift, but I just recalled my post from last year about NOT going abroad, and I wanted to share that I AM going to study abroad in Istanbul, Turkey for five months, doing field research and taking classes at Bogazici University. My interest in Turkey started around late 2009 while looking at their veiling policy, most recently I became interested in Istanbul: all the architecture, art, culture, people, tradition,and religion; this entrepot city embodies culturally relative modernity, to me at least.
SOOO many commas, at least that hasn't changed.

Hmm, my musical tastes have evolved during my hiatus, but it was mainly rediscovery, listening to bands I hadn't really given a chance to in the past as well as exploring and LOVING jazz-- i even started a jazz blog last summer (another reason I abandoned "anticipated reactions").

I started learning french, oui, and I absolutely adore the language.
Of course I started learning french when I was six years old, living in Canada, but it was all forgotten once I started learning spanish in highschool, c'est la vie, vrai?

I absolutely cannot think of anything else to say, so I guess keep a look out, and hopefully I will get my place back in the blogging world!

I am currently back in georgia, so i MUST share this version of georgia on my mind, by billie holiday. This version attacks every aspect of my feelings on this state (i hope you can hear the melancholy in billie's voice as well):

you'd be so easy to idolize, all others above.

i'm a year older and none the wiser...

but, i had a fantastic hallows-een. One that made me realize i'm not crazy and that there are people out there that could be "easy to love".
not to be so cliche, but I don't want to forget that.
now i can't think about anything else, ughh my over-thinking brilliant mind.

http://www.last.fm/music/Ella+Fitzgerald/_/Let%27s+Begin?autostart

<< "Let's Begin. by Ella

story of my right now.

from a letter by zelda fitzgerald.

"I spent to-day in the grave-yard-- It really isn't a cemetery, you know, trying to unlock a rusty iron vault built in the side of the hill. It's all washed and covered with weepy, watery blue flowers that might have grown from dead eyes--sticky to touch with a sickening odor . . . Why should graves make people feel in vain? I've heard so much . . . but somehow I can't find anything hopeless in having lived-- All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels mean romances-- and in a hundred years I think I shall like having young people speculate on whether my eyes were brown or blue . . . I hope my grave has an air of many, many years ago about it-- Isn't it funny how, out of a row of Confederate soldiers, two or three will make you think of dead lovers and dead loves-- when they're exactly like the others, even to the yellowish moss?"
--from a letter by Zelda Fitzgerald

to study abroad, or not to study abroad.

shit, i wish I was turning this blog into a "my adventures on mars, and china" study abroad blog.

instead my themes of complaint and unfortunate luck will remain.

happy travels mes amies!

...Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?

My eye hurts a lot.
I need something to do, so I thought I'd tell the world how much my eye hurts.
I really need to drop this Amish approach to medicine, buck up and go to a doctor before I go blind. Sleep and time are not diminishing the effects of my swelling and I feel like that's extremely problematic.




I am all upset over harry potter, I can't stop reading reviews about the movie because I am in awe about how terrible It was. THEY LEFT OUT SO MUCH, AND THEN THEY ADDED IN STUFF. these movies were not made as a mode of artistic expression, they were not "inspired by". It should have been like the book. instead it was some spark notes summary a 5th grader would use to write her paragraph-long paper on a 700 page book. It was appalling. The only decency from the film laid in its cinematography, and even that was only slightly impressive. I am ill at this notion, because I have been anticipating this movie release for a couple years now.
What happened to background? pretense? setting? plot? theme? ARTISTIC INTEGRITY? hmmm? all lost within this PG movie by a director who OBVIOUSLY didn't read the book, a quick scan, or like I said spark noted it. Actually, David Yates probably approached J.K. Rowling and said "so forget all that fluff, this book is way too long...what are you REALLY trying to get at here, try and tell me in 5 words or less". Maybe that's a slight exaggeration. and the music, WHERE WAS THE MUSIC, I didn't get blown away by John Williams, only because there was no John Williams in there, it was Nicholas Hopper? oh lawds.
It was a movie seemingly made for kids, but my generation was the first to adopt Harry Potter, we should not be shafted and let down just so they can make a movie that will gross more revenue. GAHHHHHHHHHHHH. so disappointed.

rant over.

I hate that I feel this way.

but I could have written this post secret.

The Man I Love

Someday he'll come along, The man I love
And he'll be big and strong, The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay

He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
Then in a little while, He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home, That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam, Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love

--Billie Holiday.