Scrap the idea

Remember how I said I’ll be on tumblr?

Well scrap that idea. I barely know how to use it. It’s a blog, i know. But i can’t have 2 blogs, now, can I? So, it’s back to good ‘ol wordpress. So, i’ll have you know, I DELETED MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT!, pathetic thing. Actually the reason why I got it in the first place was because I heard about the app, so I was all hyped up. But now, booooooo. I’m more active on twitter, so you guys can catch me there, I suppose. http://twitter.com/cassjeanjoe

Anyway, I don’t know if I told any of you this, But i’ve got a GOAL in life, inspired by my French visit, and that is to…

Travel the WHOLE of Europe by the time I hit 30.

And with that goal comes my plan of action:

To study in the UK .
Yes, then I’ll spend my free time train-travelling passport-less to other European countries. Of course I won’t make my parents pay for it, so I’ll work towards a scholarship. I don’t know what scholarship that is, But I’m sure as hell there’ll be one to accomodate me and my awesomeness in Europe Then I’ll return and start working on my new goal- to travel to some other continent by the time I hit 40.

Yes, I believe the whole world should be seen before one dies. And if I don’t succeed, I’ll come back to haunt the places I’ve never been to. Not haunt per se, just spread my newfound divine presence

So anyway. School. it has been trying. Testing my ego. Especially a certain aspect of school I sometimes dread. It teaches me life lessons, I suppose. The thought of going through the whole national-exam-saga pains me. I’m really grateful for the france trip, because of it the ‘A’ level reality hit later, therefore set in later. But ah well, that’s life, I s’pose I’m really glad I signed up for the YOG programme, some of yog peeps are proving to be good friends

This is it for this week, be back for more!

Bye loves!

Back from a dream

Bonjour!

France a UH-MAZE-ING. i swear. Shall not go into the details, if you really want to know, visit: http://cjgoesfrench.blogspot.com (A blog I designed!) Haha, modest much.

And since i realised that I may not be posting much this year (A levels and whatever crap), i’ve decided to TUMBLE on TUMBLR. I still don’t know what it does *turns to lizzie, my online GURU* but i’m figuring it out

So join me on http://cassjeanjoe.tumblr.com its the same as my twitter account (for fear i may forget these nitty gritty details while learing about Agreggate Expenditure and Vectors and how to milk cows without getting raped by your distant-relative-cum-fake-cousin)

I LOVE FRANCE AND I’M GOING BACK THERE AGAIN.

i’ll use this blog on a weekly, or monthly basis, but i suppose my tumblr and twitter will be more active (If i choose to be more social online) , so don’t worry, you are not losing me

Au revoir for now

Farewell 2009

Ah, 2009 has left us.

I never liked odd numbers, and this year I learnt why. But 2009 is not all about a special someone’s passing. In fact, save for the last part, and the non-existent xmas, 2009 was the best year ever. I learnt so much about myself, and achieved so much (non-academic wise).

So my new years was a quiet affair, spent it with family. Avatar was the first movie I watched this year and it was phenomenal. The 15 years that went into it’s production was definitely worthwhile. It was also the first love seen that I’ve seen in an animated movie. When they were about to get initimate I was thinking ‘oh god please don’t let it be awkward and clunky’ and thankfully it wasn’t. Michelle Rodriguez was awesome as the marine Trudy, and I felt was the best actress amongst the rest, save for the demoniacal G.I Joe fella who got on my nerves. Favourite line ” You’re not the only one with a gun, bitches.” haha, love her.

So. School has started (for the unlucky majority). And I’m here blogging on my phone (how frigging cool is that?!!) obviously not paying attention to my reading of Tess. I hate Angel Clare, I swear i do. He’s romantic and all, yes but GOD the man doesn’t know what he wants. And poor Tess, used and abused. I’m only halfway thru though, and I get bored with all the preachyness. Yes, the plot is wayyy better than Women In Love, but I fancy Women In Love easier to understand. I don’t care about you, I LOVE LAWRENCE.

Oh yes, did I mention my unforgetable trip to a particular supermarket in which TITBITS were sold? I laughed so hard I swear I almost died. My sister was with me, and didn’t get it, and so I left it as that. Titbits. Sheesh. Now I’m reminded of Farah’s need to ‘pump her tyres’. Oh, the innuendos.

So now it’s back to Tess, my BFF for the rest of the week, poor soul. Stupid men. Here was I hoping for a somewhat non-vague and un-philosophical rape scene and all I got were heavy allusions to god knows what part of the bible. I didn’t even know she got raped till she was pregnant. It is not censorship it is a warped form of reader-deprivation I tell you! At least say ’she got raped’. But NOOO, a lecture as to how nature worked was in order. Sheesh. That is prudish lit for you. And the critics complained about the ‘graphic nature’ of the book. Lucky thing they died before the 21st century. Lady GaGa would have killed them otherwise.

Dead Christmas

It rained.
It rained on Christmas Eve.
But inside, a drought.
A drought refused to leave.

It poured,
Oh how the rain pelted the windows.
But inside, a silence
a silence clung on to our very souls.

It showered.
How I wish I could let it in
Into our desert.
Deserted, forsaken, lost
forever.

Goodbye, dearest grandmother.
I’m sorry I never let you in earlier
But I do not regret your passing,
For you are in The Place, happier.
I love you. Rest in peace.

When Facebook bites

Hello all!

I’m back from Malaysia, in case you didn’t know and hence didn’t miss me. But if you didn’t know I don’t blame you, because I realised that I didn’t tell anybody I was leaving except for Farah, because I so happened to have went out with her the day before my (now) ever-so spontaneous father said “hey, let’s go to malaysia tomorrow!” Maybe my mum planned it and told me but I was too much in my own world. When I came back I felt like a total douche for worrying about leaving my phone behind. Because NOBODY SMSED ME OK. Thanks. Haha, no I’m not THAT unloved i’ve got *checks phone* three. 2 being debate related (oh, joy.) And one being from a particular spectacle shop which cares ever so much for my eyesight it offered my contacts at a ‘cheap’-though-still-very-expensive price. Ok, why am I talking about my smses now? I don’t know, but i shall now tell you this : Cassandra Jean Joseph has got a crapbag for a phone she has now christened ‘Craphone’. Don’t laugh at that name because Tess Durbeyfield of the book ‘Tess of the D’urbervilles’  named her bastard child ‘Sorrow’ and it died. So hence, this is an indication to the world my beloved Craphone may soon end up in the toilet bowl in time to come. Whether intentional or unintentional remains to be seen.

Yes, I (apparently) sometimes don’t receive smses (on time or otherwise). Calls seem to evade the hideousness that is my phone. I send people cryptic codes unintentionally, and my phone never cease to annoy me with it’s constant restarting with all the time and dates going haywire. So since it has a mind of it’s own, it’s only befitting that I give it a name it can be proud of ala Craphone. But I guess i’ll miss it when i (probably) flush it down the toilet. All the times we spent together, me banging it so hard on the table (god that sounds wrong), seeing only the beautiful picture that is my wallpaper and nothing else.  It’s a love hate relationship. Really, no one understands us.

So, on to more sane topics. Oh yes, my trip to malaysia.  Malaysia, the land my aunt dubbed “lembu-land” (which means ‘cow- land’ in Malay). The highlight of the trip was our visit to some crystal shop. My mum wanted to get gifts there, and apparently the lady manning the stall was a fortune teller. So when it got to me (and i only gave her my birthdate) she told me that next year would be a bad year for all my fellow monkeys. I was hoping she would stop there, because frankly speaking I don’t want to believe in superstition, but when i hear something bad it’s hard for me to shake it off. Then she went on to tell me to stay away from metal. Assuming I was a traditional indian, she told me to stay away from gold too (and when i heard that I was all yaay-ness because i hate gold). Then she told me to stick to the colours green and white. And get this: brown is a bad colour for me.  I was told to stay away from brown. Then she was staring at my skin. Just quietly staring. Then I thought “OHHOH. I know what you’re gonna sayyyy! Go on, say it. SAYYY IT!!!.” But no, she moved on to other things. HAHA. I’m brown and I should stay away from brown. Ok, I believe an MJ-like bleaching process is in order… NOT. I love my skin colour okay. It makes me stand out, makes me very BOOMZ.

AHAAAA funneh. She made me think I was going to die next year, i swear. Told me to be cautious of my health, who I mix with, when i go out, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blowing her off as a nutcase. Some things which resonate for me i’ll keep. Other things that don’t resonate with me i’ll dispose of, ala the brown problem. I can stay away from brown all i want, but what good would it do if i’m still brown? I’m still gonna live my life regardless.

Oh yes, being the non-swimming idiot that i was, I’ve got SWIMMING POOL BLISTERS! Or abrasions, because the floor was rough. And since I couldn’t swim, a walked, and hoped and jumped till my toes now hurt. Next stop, LOSERVILLE.

And Shikin has joined Facebook! Little miss-I-don’t-care-facebook-sucks actually joined facebook! WOW. But seriously, Facebook is getting boring. It makes me feel bad about myself, somehow. Doesn’t really do me good, save for keeping in touch. Its like you see apparently perfect people all apparently happy with their lives what with all the camwhoring at interesting places with interesting faces. But when you get to know them on a personal level you’d realise it’s all a show. They are not as perfect as their pictures claim to be. Somehow I feel cheated that way. But ah well, that’s Facebook for you. Scary, but somewhat necessary.  

ok then. Gotta go now. Mum has some ballet tickets. So i’ll be watching some ballet performance today. And WTH. There’s this South-african gospel choir coming down and all the expensive tickets are left! NOOO. 2 time grammy winners. It’s on the 22nd and 23rd. *sighs* Bye bye Sowerto concert.