tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14907368316547360652011-11-27T17:42:04.567-07:00A poutpourri blog of my writing, reviews, news, obssessions and anything my heart desires.Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-77848907704568356682011-05-26T08:58:00.001-07:002011-05-26T08:58:58.701-07:00

I'm in Houston, staying with my brother and his family for a few days. They have just moved into a new apartment. This apartment is spacious, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms and hardwood floors. I really like it. I also like the fact that this apartment is located in a building that has an actual state of the art gym and equally fancy pool. It even has a theater and a game room, if you like

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I went to the beach Sunday, and it was so windy, that people were flying kites on the shore. I don't go to the beach to fly kites. Moreover, I don't like kites, and I certainly don't like wind. I go to the beach to swim, and despite the high tide making violent waves crash onto the shore, I went in. I let the waves, big and high, crash over me, slap me around and even throw me down. A lot of

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Well, it's not so much me that's being featured as much as my writing. I wrote a piece that was inspired by a headline by NPR, who of late are doing a few things here and there that aren't making me happy. It was that headline that served as a springboard for the piece you can now read at Intrepid Media. The Mistake that Rained on Egypt's Parade is the name of the piece, and it talks about the

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             Maturity is an elusive thing, much like purity. As we grow up, we are expected to be mature; some of us aiming to be just that, while others avoid it as if it were an illness. Some of us even believe that maturity comes packaged with advancing age.             I must confess that I at least hoped that maturity came packaged with advancing age, because nowhere in my head was there

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            I can’t seem to come to a full understanding of the psychological makeup of folks who label themselves “atheists”. Maybe you’ve run into such folk and know why I am perplexed, and maybe you’ve never had such an encounter and need me to elaborate.            Atheists, for information-in-passing purposes, are those who do not believe in the existence of a deity, God. What perplexes me

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My New Year's resolution, like every year, is to push myself into more social situations where I don't know the people in the room. What better way to do that than to join a group of people who all like to do the same things I do? Being in Houston is actually the perfect place to do just that, so I sat down and googled writing groups in Houston, and voila! I found one that is meeting just under

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I was maybe five when this was taken. I refused to smile, because I was so shy, so they sent me to the back of the line, until all the other kids had their pictures taken, and gave it one more try. I still didn't budge. Yeah, I'm shy and stubborn. It seems I begin a lot of blog posts with "I haven't written in a while," and this post is one that I would begin with that statement, except I've

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I haven't written in a while, and that's because, as I mentioned in my last post, it's Ramadan, that blessed month when all Muslims focus on spirituality while they fight the pangs of hunger 'til the sun goes down. I've also been reading lots, not just the Holy Quran, but other things when I just feel like doing what I usually do. In that time, I've gotten through my first Philippa Gregory book,

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A sunset is what we Muslims like to see during Ramadan, but there is so much more than just food that we crave. Ramadan is here. Well, actually, it touched down yesterday, but I'm just now blogging about it. What can I say about this sacred month that I haven't already? Each year, I begin with the hope that through the spirituality that comes attached to this month, I will detox my soul and

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Where I stay up late. I stay up late, because that's when things wind down, and I am able to concentrate. I stay up late, because that's when I do most of my writing, uninterrupted. I stay up late, because the eerie silence of the suburban street I live on is like a soundtrack to my ideas. I stay up late, because I can, and I like it. But, really, I stay up late, because I wake up late.

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There is something about rejection that scares most people beyond reason. Writers, in particular, I think, are especially afraid of rejection. They are so afraid of it that they let the idea of a possible rejection gobble up thousands of possibilities for publication. I should know, I've sabotaged my own opportunities for publication because of this very fear. Up until recently, I never

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When I went out yesterday, I didn't think I'd come home with a new cell phone in my purse, but there you have it: I have traded up from an ancient Motorola Razr to a Samsung Strive with a complete keyboard. It's nothing too fancy that I've traded up to, but nevertheless, when Eddie at the AT&T store took my money and got me set up on my new phone, he closed the transaction by saying: "Welcome

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Last night, I dined with a friend. This friend has a son who recently graduated from college, and is working as a night auditor at a hotel in downtown Denver. He makes peanuts, but is nonetheless making payments on his student loans already, which are upwards of $100+ per month. I almost spit out my drink when I heard the amount this kid owes in student loans: $80,000. Instead of spitting,

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As Fall approaches, I can't help but feel a little down about my least-favorite season's inevitability. I also can't help but think back on last Fall, when I went on a trip to London and Paris, and was able to somewhat forget the icky feeling I get with the season. I was only out there for a little under two weeks, but it really helped to be somewhere else to watch the leaves on big oak trees

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I have an addictive personality. I wish that could be taken as me meaning that my personality itself is something that can get someone addicted to it, it's so wonderful and great, but that's not what I mean. I just mean that it's easy for me to get addicted to things. My addictions are not related to drugs or alcohol or cigarettes or anything of the sort, no. Instead, I get addicted to people,

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The question that is serving as a title for this post is pretty straightforward: what is fiction? The answers to it can vary from a statement as simple as "It's the opposite of non-fiction," to as abstract as "It's the essence of life." However you identify fiction, one thing is for certain: it is a lie that's constructed in order to reveal a great truth. Cervantes's Don Quixote, Hardy's Jude

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The issue of my student loan has come up, and now I am scrambling to fix an inadvertent slip-up on my part, all while having to navigate through endless phone mazes that only lead to insanity, way on the opposite end from a live human being who can actually help me. I finally got a hold of a human being at a completely different phone number than the one that I've been given numerous times, and

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I have family and friends who live in other states or overseas, and seeing as how we're not always up to picking up the phone, I use instant messaging online to converse with these people. MSN's Windows  Live Messenger is what I use, and I love the ease with which one can keep in touch through typing text, through video calls or just plain voice calls for absolutely no money. Windows Live, as

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If I were in a situation where I had to put together a time capsule that would define my life at this very moment, I see this time capsule's contents very clearly. Here is a list of the things you might find in a time capsule prepared by me to define my life at this point in time: 1.) My iPod Touch, aka, all my music. Now, if you were to turn on my iPod and see what I'm mostly listening to at

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Well, I have no idea what happened with the first 22 days of July, but I know that they are long gone, blurred into the thousands of other long-gone days, never to come back, never to be repeated. It sounds like I'm depressed, huh? Well, I'm not depressed, as much as amazed how quickly time flies without realizing it has even passed. I remember when I was a kid in school, I would be sitting in

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There is nobody who loves Summertime as much as I do. The hotter, the better it is, in my book. And being that I live in a state where Summer is gorgeous, albeit shortlived, I make a lot of effort to spend as much time as possible outdoors. Whether it be on the deck at home, out and about running errands I avoid like the plague in the cold months, or dining on the patio of a restaurant, I just

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Today was day five of the World Cup, and it was a good line-up, albeit somewhat disappointing with the results: The first game of the day was one I did not care too much for, and so did not wake up at the crack of dawn to watch (5:30 a.m.); New Zealand vs. Slovakia. They ended up tying, with each scoring one goal. This is surprising, especially since I don't think I've ever seen New Zealand

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Unless you live on some other planet, you know that the Fifa World Cup got underway in South Africa, and it kicked off on Friday, June 10. I am a huge fan of soccer, in general, but I can't say I keep an eye on it all the time. The World Cup, however, is a different story. I watch every game, supporting my teams and just watching the others for sheer entertainment. I know some people,

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I went out for a bit today. I went to my usual spots, with my usual peeps, and had a great time. I needed a simple outing of that nature just to refresh and enjoy myself. The day didn't start out so well, though. I woke up to crews working on our street, stripping the concrete and creating grooves at the foot of our driveway. It was incredibly loud and obnoxious and there was no chance of

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On my last trip to the library, I came across a book my sister had said she wanted to read, so I checked it out for her. When I saw it on her nightstand a few days later, I wanted to see how far she'd gotten, so I opened it to the page where she'd placed a bookmark. The bookmark she'd used was not one of those oblong skinny things sold at bookstores, but rather a nail file-- the kind you buy in

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Life is not an easy thing to get through. We start out by making our journey out of our mother's womb, then we must learn to breathe, rely on someone to nurture us, then we try to grow up, step by step. All of this is hard enough, but throw all the obstacles that get in the way of our efforts to accomplish these tasks to make it to independence and adulthood, and life is near impossible. I

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Whenever I accomplish a lot during the day, I truly feel like I'm a step ahead, a level higher than the me who doesn't. As a procrastinator, I always get a high from finding myself getting up and doing the things I need to do, especially when I really don't feel like it. There is something to be said about these moments when I feel as though a more productive soul has taken possession of my

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I have been toying with the idea of deactivating my Facebook account, at least for a while, if not indefinitely. Reason behind this desire is that I am simply not enhancing my life in any way, shape or form by wasting the endless hours I've spent doing nothing of true value since September 2007, when I joined the social networking site. This comes, obviously, three years after I joined, and

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Last Tuesday, after watching the Dancing with the Stars eliminations on ABC, I didn't change the channel. I just sat on the couch and occupied myself with my iPod Touch, not even sure what was on TV. When I finally looked up, I was sucked in by the historical fiction drama taking place on the screen. I searched my mind for what this show might be, and soon found out that it was Lost, trying to

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Practice makes perfect. You hear that being said about every skill out there, whether it be playing a musical instrument or practicing an Olympic sport. I don't have many talent-based skills beyond the written word. I guess I can knit, and can attest to the fact that without knitting different pieces with varying degrees of difficulty, I would still only be able to knit scarves and hats. I can

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They're just four books, the one on top, the smallest, being the most scary, but they have so much power... I'm feeling groggy, I'm having to squint to avoid feeling the strain that the computer screen is causing my eyes to feel, and I'm also feeling slightly feverish. I'm sick, ladies and gentlemen. My body feels drained, I've been drinking fluids like they're going out of style and finding

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Can't you just taste this snow on your tongue? Each spring, right when we Coloradans start to get comfortable with the 60 to 70-degree weather, we get hit by a snow storm, which although doesn't bring icy roads or cold temperatures, covers the green with white. It's unsettling, and quite annoying to wake up and look out your window to find that what sounds like rain feeding the grass and

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I’ve finally found my writing groove, which entails that... I don’t beat myself up so much anymore about not writing daily, or even well. I kind of trust the flow of my creative juices to carry me where I need to be carried in order to be productive, and if that means going nowhere for the time being, then that’s that. No sense in forcing or even expecting profundity, I say. Of course, that

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There is beauty everywhere, just waiting to be captured. This is a storm cloud that gathered in front of my house to produce rain and hail... just enough to turn earth into my definition of heaven.

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I was reading through the document I mentioned in my last post, which is my journal, where I write the things I don't feel comfortable sharing with the world, when I came across this entry, which albeit, is a bit sappy, is a piece I feel comfortable sharing. December 25, 2009 The hardest thing about meeting people is that even though you really like them and feel a connection with them, they

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Some days, I have nothing to write. Other days I want to write my thoughts or frustrations down somewhere, sometimes I specifically want to blog, but can find nothing to merit a blog post for everyone's eyes to see. That's when I resort to writing nonsense in a Word document journal I started over the winter. What I write in there is mostly just a stream of conciousness that makes me cringe when

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Ever since I got my iPod Touch, a little over three months ago, my habits have changed. I'm not sure if the new habits are good or bad, but I am definitely missing books; actual books with spines to break and covers to judge. I am still trudging through an e-book I started at the beginning of March, and I must say that e-books take away entirely too much from the reading experience.I know that

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"We promise according to our hopes, and perform according to our fears." ~Francois duc de la Rochefoucauld I am not feeling so good today. Not because I’m physically sick, but because I broke a promise to myself. People promise themselves they’ll eat better, they’ll work out more, or they’ll make more of an effort to keep in touch. Such promises are dubbed resolutions sometimes, I think for

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All right, so, after watching Julie and Julia and feeling irritated and down about how my writing isn't getting me anywhere, yet, it was a nice surprise to check my E-mail and find that the last piece I published at Intrepid Media's gallery was picked up as a feature. It is the same piece I blogged about on Saturday, called Their is two much bad spelling four me too bare. If you want to see it

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It's funny how humans act sometimes, and I feel that no one is as funny as me when it comes to dealing with my shortcomings. Well, I see them as my shortcomings, but who knows how anyone outside my head and body would view what I am talking about-- they could see them as just the many facets of what makes me a crazy person. But let's just assume that they are just simple shortcomings for the sake

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Well, it's nothing too special, but I wrote a piece and have it up on Intrepid Media's gallery. Their is two much bad spelling four me too bare is the name of the column, and it's a little bit of a rant that is a little bit disjointed and a little all over the place, but it gets my point across: spelling continues to get worse. I even included a timeline that demonstrates how far we've come to

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I am writing a story, which keeps growing in size, and I don't know what it will end up being; whether it will be one of those long short stories, or a novella, or a book, who knows? I just have a habit of starting stories, working on them a while, putting them away, then forgetting about them, then picking up right where I left off for another round of good writing life. This seems like a cycle

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Most days, life treats me nice. I live in a beautiful place, surrounded by people I love, who love me right back, and are there for me no matter what. I can't complain too much about the hand I've been dealt, because my life is pretty much a bowl of cherries.But, as with everything, there are rains that ruin my parade. Most of my parades are only interrupted by tiny showers that only last long

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-55273840026188876672010-03-08T23:39:00.004-07:002010-04-06T21:32:31.015-07:00

Nonetheless, they say that a picture is worth a thousand.I am simply at a loss for something to say that would describe the beauty that has been brought into my life and made me an aunt. All I can do is stare and marvel at my niece, hoping that one day soon I will be able to write something that isn't redundant. In the meantime, a picture will have to explain the beauty I have the pleasure of

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-42634045541544796472010-03-07T20:45:00.007-07:002010-03-07T22:00:09.864-07:00

If you follow me on Twitter, or are my friend on Facebook, you probably already know the big news that I am now an aunt to a beautiful niece, who I have already nicknamed Awesomesauce. Awesomesauce's real name, which has a slight chance of changing before she leaves the hospital, is Zubaida.Zubaida was born at 8:12 A.M. on Sunday, March 7, in Denver, Colorado. She weighed 6 lbs. 7 oz., and

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-30686140993404040262010-03-06T02:10:00.009-07:002010-03-06T02:42:45.151-07:00

For years, I've failed at staying in touch with pop culture, and in fact, I had no real interest in it. I still don't have any genuine interest in pop culture, but it is a great way to oil the writing engine, and in turn, write more marketable pieces than just whatever pops in my head that has nothing to do with what's going on outside of my own world. I say this now, in particular, because I

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-60599888282517808302010-02-22T23:47:00.005-07:002010-02-23T00:03:02.531-07:00

It's not a feature, but I've posted a new column in the gallery at Intrepid Media. It is rather heartfelt and very personal, but I think it recounts something that I'm sure happens to a lot of people, perhaps not everyone. I usually save such personal pieces, as in personal matters that I don't feel comfortable sharing with everyone, for my personal journal, but I think this particular experience

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-34059080106574080912010-02-14T22:21:00.005-07:002010-02-14T22:58:09.106-07:00

Ever since Friday night, the night the Winter Olympic games from Vancouver opened officially, I have done nothing productive beyond the things I have to do. It's kind of funny, because I find it ironic that in order to watch an event that is the ultimate tribute to physical excellence and dedication, I am doing nothing but sitting on my bum in front of the TV, feeling like a bit of a loser. It's

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-3455801286706348662010-02-12T13:51:00.003-07:002010-02-12T14:04:35.657-07:00

Well, it doesn't happen as often as I'd like it to these days, but it has happened. A column I wrote after a very long hiatus from column writing has been featured at Intrepidmedia.com. It is a simple declaration of my official acceptance of e-reading as an option alongside bound-book reading, and the title is oh so very cool: e-reader killed the bound book. Or so it thinks it did. It is the top

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-63482478792651035392010-01-28T13:15:00.007-07:002010-01-28T13:24:32.736-07:00

It is not every day that I can say I have been published. It is also not everyday that I can say I have been published in a book full of great writing by excellent writers who are sure to rock the world with their fantastic writing and views on everything from everyday life to current events. I feel so humbled, yet so proud to be a part of this awesome endeavor.If you want to read something that

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-69670300056295654382010-01-17T15:48:00.007-07:002010-01-17T16:45:13.564-07:00

I have a confession to make. I read the Twilight series and actually found it to be brain candy, and albeit it was the kind that is mostly bad for you, it was still brain candy.I picked up the first book because it was cheap and I was in sort of a reading rut and needed some oil for the old engine before I embarked on more legit reading material. I didn't plan on embarking on a four-book journey

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-90935260357349182642010-01-07T20:20:00.006-07:002010-01-07T20:45:52.894-07:00

Yummy, warm and cozy Zigzag Scarf.It's no secret that Old Man Winter and I don't get along much. Aside from hating the cold and being one of those people who are miserable until spring tickles my nostrils with the smell of awakening earth, I hate OMW because I feel like my wardrobe options are limited. That could just be a psychological thing, or it

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-52622201875788117102010-01-04T20:50:00.013-07:002010-01-04T21:08:56.581-07:00

Every once in a while, I find myself becoming attached to a place. I'm not necessarily in that place, and 99% of the time I wouldn't have even set foot in that place, but whatever triggers that attachment is powerful enough to get me to find out everything about where that triggering device came from.This has happened several times, and if you must know, right now I'm attached to Paris, but that

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-34188561130220529892010-01-03T16:23:00.020-07:002010-01-03T17:52:15.556-07:00

For my birthday I received the gift that keeps on giving. Well, technologically anyway. I am now the proud owner of an iPod Touch. It has an immense amount of gigs ready for me to fill with endless hours of music and close-to-endless hours of movies. It's more than safe to say, then, that I now belong to the ever-growing population of people whose noses and index fingers are perpetually touching

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-53423910870637796802009-12-30T20:02:00.005-07:002009-12-30T20:12:56.918-07:00

With my birthday taking place tomorrow I am feeling nothing but happiness. Most people dread such events, especially after they cross over into their thirties.I feel I have been lied to and misled to believe that after thirty the so-called "party" is over. Well, I've never been much into parties, and if anything, my twenties were anything but a party. It was an extension of being a teenager, in

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-68501348709864062402009-12-26T01:08:00.009-07:002009-12-26T01:54:50.061-07:00

I have a bit of advice for anyone reading this who happens to have a passive aggressive streak in them and is perhaps looking for a self-improvement type of new year resolution: Get rid of that streak. Passive aggressiveness is one of the ugliest ways of dealing with a situation. It alienates those you are using such tactics with and it also puts you under the category of coward in my book. I am

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-59998446445571006682009-12-20T17:32:00.014-07:002009-12-20T20:30:06.090-07:00

I'm not sure what the frequency of me updating this old blog is anymore, but it's certainly not up to par with what a true blogger ought to have it as. I just know that I am one of those writers who only write and share when there is something worth writing and sharing. I like it that way.So, what is it that I find worth writing and sharing today in the blogosphere? My interests of late are

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-86540400042824025122009-09-28T00:11:00.004-07:002009-09-28T00:27:12.068-07:00

It is rare that I read a book more than once, even if I absolutely love it and classify it as a favorite. There are so many books out there I want to read and discover unexpectedly, that I can't justify going back and reading a book I've already read. But, every once in a while I will revisit a book, an old friend, because it provides me comfort or it just simply suits my mood. I am in the

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-83373209384157283962009-09-24T16:02:00.003-07:002009-09-24T16:09:50.407-07:00

It's National Punctuation Day. Celebrate with exclamation points, question marks, commas, apostrophes, colons, semi-colons, periods, ellipses, dashes, hyphens, parentheses, brackets and quotation marks. Go crazy, but make sure you use them properly!

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-16719418743556830372009-09-23T22:23:00.008-07:002009-09-24T00:04:22.932-07:00

I spent all day today tidying up my room, which I haven't tidied up in quite some time. When I say tidying up, I mean like major overhaul, where I throw away things that have been sitting in the same spot for entirely too long for no apparent reason. It's amazing how much junk I've racked up since the last time I decided to get rid of what is basically just clutter without any value or use to me.

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-85800570918558174522009-09-05T13:45:00.003-07:002009-09-05T13:48:24.572-07:00

A nincompoop is a fool or simpleton. I’ve heard this word used by the older crowd, and it strikes me as one of those words you would yell out in frustration, like this kid's uncle does...“You nincompoop!” My uncle’s gruff voice rang out from the window overlooking the street, where if you were outside you could only see the tops of people’s heads moving inside. Summer was ending and the

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-59234618581896266532009-09-04T15:44:00.004-07:002009-09-04T16:14:54.283-07:00

Everyday, in my attempt to broaden my vocabulary for various purposes, including Scrabble, I look at new and intriguing words. They're intriguing because some of them can hold an entire concept within those few letters stringed together to form them. They're also intriguing because they open my eyes to the worlds I never think about. Since I forget most of these words as soon as I'm done reading

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-37242657329009945092009-08-22T17:01:00.006-07:002009-08-22T17:19:49.053-07:00

Although I have no prospects for motherhood anytime soon, or perhaps ever, I do have moments where I make decisions related to that stage in my life, should it ever come about. It's not that I long for it, really, but I think I'm at that age where I am observing, listening and making silent decisions about all the things I want or don't want, whether it be regarding parenting or anything else

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-53893100575028003502009-08-22T00:23:00.016-07:002009-08-22T01:24:12.725-07:00

And, I'm back on my blog, not sure for how long. Another Ramadan has begun and it's hard to believe that it has already been a year since my life completely changed. I don't know if it's the age I am now, or my school-slash-editor-in-chief stint this past year, but I'm a lot happier now than I can remember being since I turned ten. I'm definitely a lot more comfortable with myself and being in my

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-4007829842059875832009-07-22T00:45:00.006-07:002009-07-22T00:53:05.791-07:00

Here's a little riddle for you: How can a dog get hold of an infant, drag it out of a house, unbeknownst to its parents, and go so far as to spark an actual search by the parents for the infant’s whereabouts? This is a question I ask after having read an article about an incident involving a four-year-old Native American Indian dog going off with a four-day-old newborn in its mouth, causing

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-51328563333488102452009-06-05T23:55:00.004-07:002009-06-06T00:20:13.097-07:00

I haven't blogged in a while, but not because there isn't anything going on. I guess I just don't feel like blogging is what I want to put my writing energy into right now, because I've been putting my writing energy into a more productive endeavor. Remember my book proposal for a novel set during the last days of the Abbasid Caliphate, right before the Mongols strike a deadly blow to the city of

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-21539719792808161592009-05-05T23:51:00.002-07:002009-05-05T23:54:09.599-07:00

I don’t usually drive my sister to work, but I had to do that Tuesday morning. On the way, we stopped at McDonald’s and grabbed coffee. I’ve never really gotten into the coffee thing, but I occasionally enjoy a cup of plain black coffee with cream. So, McDonald’s coffee. Wow. That’s some really good stuff. Though I will still only get coffee every once in a blue moon, I will make it McDonald’s

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-77138988599803908872009-04-07T21:19:00.002-07:002009-04-07T21:25:49.111-07:00

As my stint as editor-in-chief of the Arapahoe Free Presscomes to a close, I’m finding myself already reflecting on the last eight months. It’s not quite over yet, I’ve still got one more issue to go, but today I put out the second-to-last of these babies and have some thoughts on this unexpected experience that has made a mark on me in many ways.First, I’m glad it’s ending soon, because I

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-1558804531495299152009-04-03T16:44:00.009-07:002009-04-05T01:35:01.542-07:00

Another blog post on the subject of names, but this time, I'm talking about my own name. Call this a rant, if you will, but I've always thought my first name was easy to spell and beyond simple to read. Reem. R-E-E-M.Sounds and is spelled like seem, with an “R” in place of the “S.” So, why do people insist on calling me Rem? Even after I correct them, or simply say: "Yes, this is REEM," they

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-40656347116303895342009-04-02T21:58:00.003-07:002009-04-02T22:03:46.381-07:00

I mentioned in a recent post that I was reading Stephen King’s Needful Things. I also mentioned that this was my second time reading King. Well, I’m not even halfway through the book… not even a quarter through it, as it’s quite a monster of a book at over 700 pages long, yet I am already feeling the effects. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated scary things and never found any reason to scare

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-80830047030190081012009-03-31T23:38:00.005-07:002009-03-31T23:45:30.655-07:00

If you’re like me, you start something you are totally gung-ho about and consider a potential masterpiece, get a significant part of it done, then…You just stop. No matter how long you stare at it, think about it or wait for that flicker of something to help you continue with it, you just can’t do anything...but stop. The reasons can be writer’s block, loss of inspiration, or you thinking what

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-31885873894850256982009-03-26T15:59:00.013-07:002009-03-26T16:44:49.190-07:00

It's a snow day and despite how much I hate snow, especially when I have a taste of spring with 70-degree weather just a few days before the snow falls, I'm pretty happy about it. I'm relaxed and enjoying being at home on a Thursday, and getting what to me is pretty much another four days of spring break. In the meantime, I have one or two thoughts and updates that are completely random and

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-76587246571305622442009-03-18T23:40:00.004-07:002009-03-18T23:50:02.199-07:00

Well, its been a whopping 3 days since I signed up for Twitter and a life outside of it is still very clear in my vision. This is good news, but it leads me to conclude that unless you're Gerard Butler (or some other hot and sexy celebrity) or Barack Obama, the whole thing is rather silly. That is, of course, unless you have a horde of friends who want nothing more in life than to know what

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-445150799736642132009-03-16T10:19:00.004-07:002009-03-16T10:24:19.333-07:00

There are three books I’ve read in the last week. Well, actually two and a half books. The first book I started reading back in January and finally finished last Wednesday, but I digress. I wanted to share my thoughts on these three books.P.S. I love you. By Cecilia Ahern. I saw the movie before I read the book, and quite frankly and surprisingly found the movie to be better than the book. I keep

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-53664061541681270022009-03-16T01:57:00.004-07:002009-03-16T02:02:31.514-07:00

Free time can be dangerous—humorously so. The reason I say that is that this coming week is my spring break from my classes and editor’s duties at the paper. This leaves me with time to do somewhat important things I haven’t had much time to do since the semester began and an added bonus of actual free time, albeit it’s little. As the week before spring break wound down at school, I began easing

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-91105487879703811802009-03-10T20:09:00.004-07:002009-03-10T20:20:34.192-07:00

1. I’ve discovered a new radio station I love. KVOD 88.1 FM is a classical music radio station that is run much like NPR—intelligently and with impeccable taste and class with donations from listeners (“like you.”) The little bit of advertising on it is about itself. The talk is about classical music and just that… no nonsense about the DJ’s trashy lifestyle or anything of the sort that makes you

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-76121377152395363422009-03-09T18:59:00.002-07:002009-03-09T19:12:01.369-07:00

I forgot to mention that during my hiatus, I managed to not only write a column for Intrepid Media, but I also managed to do such a good job (apparently) that it became a feature. The bad news is that this happened a couple weeks ago. But do not despair! It may not be at the top of the page, but it’s only moved down a few spots for you to still find it on IM’s main page.The subject matter may be

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-9423458278871817482009-03-09T17:44:00.002-07:002009-03-09T17:47:36.297-07:00

One of my favorite treats is a day where I have nothing to do and a good book I can’t put down to fill it with. Such days are few and far between, especially lately, but when I am lucky enough to have them while I’m in the process of reading a good book, it’s so wonderful, I must write about it, apparently.Hence, my return after many many many weeks away from my blogging space. I’ve just spent a

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-2866895068370051682009-02-06T13:53:00.004-07:002009-02-06T14:12:54.543-07:00

It's funny. I've been reading and reading and reading about writing, doing very little writing in comparison for years, thinking that I'm not really a writer because of how little writing I produce. I'm now in a creative writing class and though I think I should up my journaling a bit, I find that I've been living the life of a writer, after all.How do I figure? Well, according to everyone who

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-23967716289173241972009-01-23T00:00:00.007-07:002009-01-23T00:49:40.768-07:00

I was thinking... people who call themselves just artists annoy me. OK. Every profession, including that of a con man, could be considered an art. I looked up the word artist to make my argument valid, and though there are several definitions, my argument holds plenty of water.According to dictionary.com, art⋅ist   /ˈɑrtɪst/ Pronunciation [ahr-tist] –noun 1. One, such as a painter, sculptor,

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-88099078956496392392009-01-12T00:59:00.015-07:002009-01-12T01:54:26.378-07:00

I've never been a big fan of scaring myself. The "adrenaline rush" that daredevils rant and rave about, and seem to be addicted to, is not something I want to induce with fear. Sky diving, bungee jumping, diving in shark-infested waters-- all that stuff just doesn't appeal to me and I doubt I'd get anything so pleasant as an adrenaline rush from doing them. Scary movies also fall into this group

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-20103086883501672192008-12-21T22:27:00.004-07:002008-12-21T22:40:28.323-07:00

I am writing from Houston, where I am staying with my brother and sister-in-law. I actually arrived on Thursday evening, but as luck would have it, it was the same day that the computer here decided to get a nasty and debilitating virus, preventing me from e-mailing or updating my blog. I had to resort to using my sister-in-law’s iPod touch, which has internet service, to wish belated birthdays

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-84100715518366496612008-12-09T22:22:00.015-07:002008-12-10T01:36:10.946-07:00

School is out, the newspaper is on hiatus until January and I have all this free time to do anything I want. There are a lot of things I want to do, as is usually the case with me, but before I let myself go crazy with a suddenly open schedule and tons of free time, I asked myself what it was I was not able to do when school and the paper were keeping me busy. Why, watching movies and reading for

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-36123909394500803392008-12-06T01:41:00.010-07:002008-12-06T02:53:29.674-07:00

I haven't written about Thanksgiving week yet, and now it seems so passe that I don't want to just write about how Thanksgiving week went, albeit it was anything but uneventful. Plenty of things happened over Thanksgiving this year and they were all good things. For instance, my brother and his wife came out to Denver for a visit over the holiday and stayed Wednesday night through Tuesday morning

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-13630473295109182402008-12-03T07:13:00.053-07:002008-12-03T11:31:17.188-07:00

This morning I got an e-mail notification from the library alerting me I had two overdue items. I have been checking out materials at the library, despite how busy I am, but I haven't been checking my account or renewing anything. Today was the day I decided to log on and renew what I could renew and find out what needs to go back ASAP. Now, I know that I have pretty high fines in the

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-74666546589360927902008-12-01T09:37:00.004-07:002008-12-01T11:51:31.893-07:00

I've been keeping an informal count of the overall number of visitors to my blog for quite some time. I unfortunately can't remember when I added the counter at the bottom of the page, but it was over the summer. Throughout my keep up of this blog the last two or three years, I've had a few interesting visitors. Two that come to mind are a guy from Portugal who had seen my post about my visit to

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-54464912582947007152008-11-17T22:25:00.005-07:002008-11-17T22:44:39.913-07:00

I can't believe it's Thanksgiving time already, and that there are just four more class sessions left. This isn't even counting the fact that tomorrow marks the newspaper's last production day for the semester. Looking back at the last three months, so much has happened I never dreamed would, all stemming from the simple act of registering for a class. The people I've met, the things I've learned

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-82314541103929177462008-11-10T09:41:00.013-07:002008-11-10T11:32:21.364-07:00

The semester is close to being over, and not only does this make me happy that there's only one issue left of the newspaper until I can relax, but it also makes me happy because of how much I've learned in my class that still has a bit left for me to learn more. School gets out the first week of December, but I think it's earlier than that for me, since my class doesn't really have a traditional

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-26597428941230788212008-11-07T00:38:00.005-07:002008-11-07T00:54:56.431-07:00

I have been struggling with my emotions the last week or so. I'm simply burned out on the newspaper and have had moments where I feel like quitting. I am so burned out that today I woke up to my alarm and instead of getting out of bed to get ready for my day, I stayed in and read a book. I eventually did get up and go about my day like usual, but something was very different. Where I usually

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-26240775969430680592008-10-27T21:10:00.007-07:002008-10-28T19:16:20.899-07:00

Some very interesting stuff is swirling about, and I can do nothing but sit back and wonder "Is this all really happening to me?" It's not important really what it is that's swirling about, but I can't help but be amazed at how my life has undergone a complete 180 in a relatively short amount of time. I simply can't imagine my life ever again going the same way it was going before August of this

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-63804484879135668162008-10-22T08:48:00.005-07:002008-10-22T09:01:44.267-07:00

Yesterday was another production day for paper, and issue three was the goal. The same amount of people were in the office, myself and the designer, and the same amount of pages needed to be filled. Something was different, however.Where for the last issue we faltered, we came out with flying colors this time, thanks to a little something I instated-- the rough deadline. I e-mailed, and e-mailed

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-57593024278531026762008-10-14T22:11:00.004-07:002008-10-14T22:42:30.742-07:00

Late last night I checked my e-mail. After I deleted a bunch of junk, my eyes got completely fixed on one e-mail. The word "Editor" in the address it came from was an indicator that this wasn't junk, even though AOL flagged it as questionable. My eyes then moved to the subject, and I got further assurance that this wasn't some trick by spammers who happened to figure out what makes me tick-- it

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-49895368655834466772008-10-13T16:00:00.005-07:002008-10-13T16:22:27.426-07:00

Today, I chose to just stay home and communicate via e-mail regarding matters concerning the paper. Boy, what a difference rest makes. For the last couple of weeks, I've pretty much spent every weekday, except Friday, on campus. It was necessary last week, seeing as how it was a production week, and my physical presence was crucial. This week, and all upcoming non-production weeks, are going to

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-42764598683558570682008-10-09T20:43:00.004-07:002008-10-09T20:57:07.905-07:00

Issue two of the Arapahoe Free Press came out today. It was better than issue one, but wasn't devoid of mistakes... pretty darned close, though. We made the advisor super proud, and he gave each one of us thumbs up for our work. I'm proud, but want issue three to be better.I suppose the biggest, most blatant mistake was bad planning for production day, which was Tuesday. The designer and myself

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-57438454143761493722008-10-01T10:56:00.004-07:002008-10-01T11:14:49.419-07:00

Today marks the first day of Eid al-Fitr-- the big feast following the month of Ramadan. Last year I did a sort of reflection on the past month, and this year, I will do the same. This year's Ramadan was a mixed bag. On the one hand most days I didn't even notice I was fasting. I think I was either too busy to think about it, or was doing a good job of replenishing the night before. People were

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-61903712632910477972008-09-26T11:17:00.006-07:002008-09-26T12:32:26.086-07:00

Yesterday I attended a reading event. People were presented, and then went up to the podium to read their work; essays, excerpts from novels and poetry. One guy sang and played the piano.I was there because one of my classmates was one of the people doing a reading. He read his essay, which talks about his experiences while working and studying Arabic in Morocco. I'd read just pieces of it, and

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-83486557205987424862008-09-25T19:47:00.007-07:002008-09-26T11:15:55.172-07:00

What a wonderful day. You know those days you get up in the morning, get ready and think it's gonna be an ordinary day... then as the day accelerates, you find that it is a phenomenal one?Well, today was a day like that for me. I got up, struggled to find something to wear, threw whatever on, gathered my things and drove to school. Before I even reached school, my phone rang, and it was Kat, the

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-45392671392654069172008-09-24T17:31:00.007-07:002008-09-24T19:49:47.355-07:00

Today was production day. It actually should've been yesterday (Tuesday), but given the events of the last few days, I, as Editor, made the decision to move it to Wednesday. It was a good decision, but it still didn't alleviate a lot of the problems I was hoping to with that extra day. Without a Copy Editor, editing copy is naturally a nightmare. There were four of us working last night, and all

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-20160075351033343332008-09-22T18:50:00.002-07:002008-09-22T19:31:47.214-07:00

The Olympics are over, and have been for about a month, but I've got my own games just starting.I'm officially Editor now, which also means I'm officially baby sitter. My God, the things that are surfacing are making me think I'm going into the seventh circle of hell. To make a long, confusing story very short... my assistant editor got into a tiff with the designer who hates her, and called me

Reemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09156067054042886658noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1490736831654736065.post-32660134728422738492008-09-19T12:01:00.013-07:002008-09-19T14:03:35.376-07:00

I've been so consumed by the happenings at the newspaper, that I've neglected to write about the real reason I'm in school-- my class! Class is going good. I haven't published anything yet, but this class has helped me in different, amazing ways.For one thing, the project we're working on right now is a book proposal. Now, I don't have a book, but my ultimate goal is to write one one of these

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