Well. So...
Life really goes on. Even after you dont want it to, but this time? This time, im glad that it continues wothout glitches. Im talkin in general of course! You age. You make friends.. It really doesmt matter what country is the backdrop of the play of your life.
Right?
Wrong. It MATTERs so much were you live. Especially what school you attend. Because the school you go to molds who you are!
After this serious post, ill write a funny one.
Mimi
PS: sorry for not posting i just finished exams!
<3
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Clothes
In Jordan, wearing short shorts is probably the dumbest thing you can do. People stare and glare..(hey that rhymes!) A tank top? You're MAD! Anything SLIGHTLY against the dress code to school? For SHAME! Wear anything but pants and a tee, you get stared at. A LOT. But here, anyone can wear anything anytime! You can wear weird pants and an even weirder shirt, but people are USED to it. You can wear short shorts, or just go naked. Wear a mini dress, WHATEVER! and no one CAAAAAAAAARES! It's beautiful. But im sooo used to the strict dress code, that I simply CANNOT wear anything other than pants. Short shorts kinda scare me... Anyway, beauty here is also different. People that are deemed beautiful are...small. petite. pale. preferably blonde. It's like how some countries want large, bronzed women with dark hair and eyes, they want the opposite here. its actually kind of funny! The people here don't want to get tanned, so they walk around under umbrellas so they stay pale. THE HILARITY! I might post pictures, but i dont think i can take pictures of random people..
Loves,
Mira
Loves,
Mira
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Food
Hey Guys!
I am sorry for not posting... its been..a week? more?
well, im sorry. Some people might be mad at me and i say to them
GET OVER IT.
My schedule is far too busy to write every day!
Back to my post.
The food here is AMAZING. It's really nice. Theres variety you can't get in Jordan. You've got one asian place, a couple mcdonalds, a burger king maybe, in a small area thing, like Abdoun. Here, in my small area thing theres a couple restaurants that i can't even name..:) but, i warn everyone..
DO NOT STOP EXCERCISING WHEN YOURE HERE!
the amount of weight you will gain...So, dumpling place is a definate fave. There are this little white dumpling thingies that are amazing.. just all amazing.. yum yum yum..
I am sorry for not posting... its been..a week? more?
well, im sorry. Some people might be mad at me and i say to them
GET OVER IT.
My schedule is far too busy to write every day!
Back to my post.
The food here is AMAZING. It's really nice. Theres variety you can't get in Jordan. You've got one asian place, a couple mcdonalds, a burger king maybe, in a small area thing, like Abdoun. Here, in my small area thing theres a couple restaurants that i can't even name..:) but, i warn everyone..
DO NOT STOP EXCERCISING WHEN YOURE HERE!
the amount of weight you will gain...So, dumpling place is a definate fave. There are this little white dumpling thingies that are amazing.. just all amazing.. yum yum yum..
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Mira's Big Adventure
Todau started out like any other school day. I rode the bus, was scared sensless during latin, laughed during lunch with my friends.
It was a normal day!
Until i got on the bus. I looked at the numbers in the front window of the buses. The bus changes everyday, so when i looked into an open bus and spotted 3C on the inside, i hopped on the bus and started reading. After a while, i got sick and i looked up.
Oh..my..god.
It dawned on me that i was on the WRONG bus. i looked at the signs and nearly wet myself.
I had no idea were in the world i was.
The only name i recognized was "Kowloon" and that was not good. Kowloon was the OTHER side. Panic gripped me fiercly an refused to let go. IN OUT IN OUT INOUTINOUT.. i looked around wildly.
How could i have been SO stupid? Oh yeah. I am usually stupid.' Ok Mira' i thought ' now this IS a pickle.. You should wait until the END of the route and then tell the driver to take me back to school. So the driver drove. And drove. I looked at the clock anxiously. 2:58..2:59..3:00.. My panic crept up a notch as the last two people got off the bus and i rose to talk to the driver. He looked at me expectantly. Tears that kept on wellong in my eyes finally spilled. " im on the wrong bus" i said in a shaky voice " i live in P*rk****. he looked plain irritated. " ai yaaa" he shrieked " i cannot take you to parkview! To far! I have other job!" i cried harder " take me back to school, please!" my tears pushed him over the edge. " oh. Aiii" he sighed. I stumbled back to my seat, still crying fiercly. My fear would not subside. When we climbed the hill, i was hit with joy when i realized my school was a few blocks away i pulled up my bag and when the bus screeched to a stop, i ran forward. I thanked the driver and got out, relieved at last. But my relief was short-lived as i realized the gates were closed. Then i spotted the staircase. I ran down and into school, flying up the steps until i reached Vie Scolaire. When i burst imto the room i was greeted with a surprised chorus of "Mira!" they asked me what happened and i promptly burst into tears..
I made it home for all of those wondering. My experience was pretty scarring but its totally real!
Love,
Mira XXX
It was a normal day!
Until i got on the bus. I looked at the numbers in the front window of the buses. The bus changes everyday, so when i looked into an open bus and spotted 3C on the inside, i hopped on the bus and started reading. After a while, i got sick and i looked up.
Oh..my..god.
It dawned on me that i was on the WRONG bus. i looked at the signs and nearly wet myself.
I had no idea were in the world i was.
The only name i recognized was "Kowloon" and that was not good. Kowloon was the OTHER side. Panic gripped me fiercly an refused to let go. IN OUT IN OUT INOUTINOUT.. i looked around wildly.
How could i have been SO stupid? Oh yeah. I am usually stupid.' Ok Mira' i thought ' now this IS a pickle.. You should wait until the END of the route and then tell the driver to take me back to school. So the driver drove. And drove. I looked at the clock anxiously. 2:58..2:59..3:00.. My panic crept up a notch as the last two people got off the bus and i rose to talk to the driver. He looked at me expectantly. Tears that kept on wellong in my eyes finally spilled. " im on the wrong bus" i said in a shaky voice " i live in P*rk****. he looked plain irritated. " ai yaaa" he shrieked " i cannot take you to parkview! To far! I have other job!" i cried harder " take me back to school, please!" my tears pushed him over the edge. " oh. Aiii" he sighed. I stumbled back to my seat, still crying fiercly. My fear would not subside. When we climbed the hill, i was hit with joy when i realized my school was a few blocks away i pulled up my bag and when the bus screeched to a stop, i ran forward. I thanked the driver and got out, relieved at last. But my relief was short-lived as i realized the gates were closed. Then i spotted the staircase. I ran down and into school, flying up the steps until i reached Vie Scolaire. When i burst imto the room i was greeted with a surprised chorus of "Mira!" they asked me what happened and i promptly burst into tears..
I made it home for all of those wondering. My experience was pretty scarring but its totally real!
Love,
Mira XXX
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Hey guys! Sorry i havent been posting as often as promised, but im super busy ( or just lazy. Probably lazy) but today my furniture arrived! Now instead of moving here for real being a hazy dream, it all feels sharp and pretty permanent. My mind finally accepted the fact that I no longer belong to ACS. My house is this. My stuff belongs here. My mind knows that. But my heart hasnt gotten it yet. In the morning, when everythings fuzzy and my brain is dozing, i finally feel good. I love mornings because i can pretend that im still where I felt happy and warm. But then reality wacks my heart and my brain takes over. One day, ill get used to it. Ill start defending this new school like i defended the last.
But not today.
Mira
Ps that was a serious post! BTW, if y'all are sick of goin on my blog and taking forever, you can type your email into the little box next door and voila! Easier access to new posts!
Woohoo!
Mimi xx
But not today.
Mira
Ps that was a serious post! BTW, if y'all are sick of goin on my blog and taking forever, you can type your email into the little box next door and voila! Easier access to new posts!
Woohoo!
Mimi xx
Stuff
Hey guys! Sorry i havent been posting as often as promised, but im super busy ( or just lazy. Probably lazy) but today my furniture arrived! Now instead of moving here for real being a hazy dream, it all feels sharp and pretty permanent. My mind finally accepted the fact that I no longer belong to ACS. My house is this. My stuff belongs here. My mind knows that. But my heart hasnt gotten it yet. In the morning, when everythings fuzzy and my brain is dozing, i finally feel good. I love mornings because i can pretend that im still where I felt happy and warm. But then reality wacks my heart and my brain takes over. One day, ill get used to it. Ill start defending this new school like i defemded the last.
But not today.
Mira
Ps that was a serious post! BTW, if y'all are sick of goin on my blog and taking forever, you can type your email into the little box next door and voila! Easier access to new posts!
Woohoo!
Mimi xx
But not today.
Mira
Ps that was a serious post! BTW, if y'all are sick of goin on my blog and taking forever, you can type your email into the little box next door and voila! Easier access to new posts!
Woohoo!
Mimi xx
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