New Year!

I was in Butler library doing my Molecular Bio homework and munching on some cookies when an anonymous girl with a cute headscarf walked in and wished me a happy new year. I didn't know what to make of it at first as we were clearly in late January and NYE was long gone. I assumed she must have snorted some Adderall. I asked her innocently if she meant the chinese new year and she beamed at me some more like I was the one snorting crack. "No silly, it's the new Islamic Hijra year. Kol sana wenta tayib!!". I gave her a cookie, reverted to procrastination mode and headed to the computer lab.

See, I had no idea what islamic year we're in. so I looked it up online and it's 1428! I mean, I knew we were somewhere in the 15th century, but 1428? my, those lunar years pass by oh-so-fast. Oh well.

Interestingly, I found this picture of an ancient Persian Tapestry depicting the prophet on his ascension trip to heaven, riding on Boraq (the Quranic flying creature).

It took my 3 years to finally post something on my blog. You know what else it took? my friends went on an all-boys trip to Las Vegas for the weekend, leaving me to fend for myself in the jungles of Chelsea.

I mean, who goes to Vegas anymore? if you haven't developped a gambling addiction and are not keen on blow jobs from hookers, whats Vegas got to offer you?

I mean it doesn't make sense unless you're gay and you want to go watch Celine Dion, Cirque du Soleil, or some other homosexuals-only french-Canadian gig.

G-d, what would Vegas do without Canada?

Arrested Development

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted my very own blog, atleast since the tender age of 19. Ofcourse, in my 22 years of existence, I've wanted alot of things: I wanted to be a Diva for one.

Oh, and not just any diva: a larger-than-life, Wonderwoman meets Cher meets meets the 3 (original) Charlie's Angels put together. and yes I do realize that Farah Fawcett is not a true Diva, defined as one with "thoroughly captivating and commanding stage presence". but back in the 80's when I was growing up, we didn't have Googgle dictionary to answer our every philosophical whim.

In any case, my mother never tires of telling the story of how when 2 year-old Louly said his first words, they weren't "babba" or "mamma", they were the lyrics from one of Dalida's songs. Ofcourse in baby talk it amounted to sweet mummblings, but it was the start of a great career....that ended ubruptly at age 11 when I no longer could reach characteristically high notes and got kicked out of school choir (hitting puberty can be rough). In any case, keeping a blog seems like the next best thing to reach the heights of fame!



Here's the song that started it all @ age 2: