Happy Birthday Chris Martin!!

Once again, it's March the 2nd, which is Chris Martin's birthday! I've written a birthday post back in 2011, and it's scary that four years have passed since then. However, I don't think I can alter much in what I wrote last time, because it was concise and clearly illustrated how I feel. So, bringing that back again, HAPPY 38th BIRTHDAY CHRIS! Wishing you many many more to come. Thank you for all your lovely music, I’ve been a fan since 2000 -I was 9. Seriously, thank you. You’re splendid, and I can’t imagine how the last FIFTEEN years would’ve been without you (and Coldplay, that is!)


Here's a cozy acoustic version of Shiver [a favorite], recorded way back in 2000, when Chris and Johnny were only 23 and 22, respectively:

It's amazing seeing them come so far.

In other news, my cat just burned her paw casually strolling over the stove. Brilliant. Yes I got a cat and her name is Yoko.

Oh, and I have my first final exam of the year this Saturday. It's the beginning of the end guys, countdown to finally graduating uni! These exams will make -or break- me, so lets hope all goes well. One thing I need to majorly improve on is my self confidence, or lack thereof. Consultants keep shoving it in my face that I'm very self conscious and that could potentially lead to me not getting a mark as high as I want it to be on my oral exams (which has alwayyyyyss been the case, but this time the exams are life determining..) and I do understand that body language goes a long way, but I've just never been that overt confident person..

"BUT YOU'RE GOING TO BE A DOCTOR!!!! YOU MUST BE CONFIDENT!!!"

I know. I hope I become a doctor too. But I'm still not, and even if I do manage to become one, it'll still take me ages to be the physician I want to be. I don't think I'll ever reach that level of knowledge and confidence where I just spit out info effortlessly. In regards to the little confidence I have which stems from the inadequate knowledge I have, I try my best periodically to change that, but I ultimately end up at square one. Anyhow, here's an interesting TED talk which gave me my life motto -for this year at least:

"Fake it till you become it."

I guess I'm going to need to do a lot of faking XD But it's a really eye-opening talk if you're like me, the type of person who's generally closed off and not that social, lacking major self-confidence. I'd urge you to watch it if you've got 20 minutes to divert from your work/studying/etc..

Anyhow, I hope that was enjoyable and beneficial :) I need to get back to studying before it's bed time, which is pretty soon..

Till next time xx

My Delightful Summer

I'm currently writing (typing, actually) from Biella, an Italian cafe/pizzeria situated right across Virgin on the first floor of City Center in Bahrain. Today, I fear, has been a very very disturbing day for me.

8 hours and 53 minutes ago, I found out my fate for the summer.

I'd been planning to go the States ever since last November, marking each day off my -mental- calendar. As the academic year came to an end, I grew more and more excited. CALIFORNIA BABY! I haven't been there in forever and I desperately needed a booster shot. Planned take off day: July 11th. My god I have been waiting for this day since the 29th of December to be exact :D Anyway, back to the initial story.. My fate for the summer: spending it in good old Khobar. No States (for overpowering reasons we have no control over.) I've been maintaining my mental & psychological state fairly well since that had been announced. For the past 9 hours, I'd been acting pretty damn good. Sure I was sorta gloomy -and who wouldn't be after finding out something like that? But nonetheless, I'd been semi-normal.

My parents decided to go to Bahrain and tagged me along. We saw Toy Story 3 which didn't help in making me feel better contrary to what I believed its effect would be, because it just reminded me of Disney Land and Universal Studios, both in California. Where I'm not going. I'd become idle. And amazingly, not hungry :S I'd gotten a popcorn and a Coke for the movie, and didn't touch either until my mom asked: "are you fasting today Reem :S?" After that I forcibly had almost the entire bucket & chugged down my Coke. I think I thought that nothing was worth anything anymore. After the movie we went around shopping for stuff (with me being utterly uninterested in everything) and eventually we came here to have dinner. Being the gloomy uninterested apetiteless person I am, I barely spoke a word while deciding on what to eat. After a little chatting we ordered -I was obliged to order something or else my parents would've gotten extremely pissed at me. I got spinach and ricotta ravioli.

As we waited for the food, my parents started talking about their trip and travel plans. I just held the menu (yes, I did keep it even though it was far past ordering time. But in case I wanted a drink, since I opted not to get one) and read it. Again and again and again. I'd practically memorized it. Just so that I wouldn't have to take part in their conversation, to block them out. Their discussion was upsetting me and I couldn't -and wouldn't- tolerate it. 42 times of reading the menu later, cover to cover, I can now work as a certified Biella waiter :D

The food arrived, and I have to say, it was very good. Delicious. After 2 tempura prawns, one pizza slice, and 2 ravioli's though, I couldn't have anymore. And that's very alarming for a person like me :) minimal eating at a restaurant -or anytime, for that matter- has got to be a warning sign for something gone wrong. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I tried forgetting about it and enjoying my time, but it just wouldn't happen. Aaannnddd, as I resumed writing this post in the car, my mom started complaining about my bad attitude and constant bbm use today -the latter being not true, I had my phone shut off the whole time we were in Bahrain. Most likely she meant my use of it in morning and afternoon..

Anyhow, I just wanna go to sleep and wake up realizing that this was all just a dream. Or a false reality. Or a hallucination of some sort. Unfortunately, waking up tomorrow will only make matters worse, as that means my summer days are ending and I'm not going anywhere. After all my planning, my hopes, my expectations, my everything for a half a month in Los Angeles and half a month in New York, it's all over. And its irreversible. It really is over. I have to suck it up till this summer ends, uni starts, JC 1 and 2 are over, and 11 months later, my summer starts again and I MAY or MAY NOT travel anywhere. Again. No London, no States, no Japan, no Lebanon, and no Turkey. Yay. I know I should remain positive and crap etc etc, that this isn't the end of the world.. But you're not in a position to judge me -.- so I'll exert all the negativity I want for the next year until summer '11 is here! Boo ya! Therefore, I'm sorry wall in Saks Fifth Avenue advising me to "think about smiling at everyone I pass on the street today because I wont believe how contagious it is." I just can't find it in me to do that today (or this month). Though I'd usually love doing so, my optimism has officially depleted.

10 hours after I'd found out my fate for the summer, the frustration and disappointment inside me are playing it up and are finally inducing me with a migraine.

As if I need one right now.

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