Talikra Forest

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December 27th, 2013

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He couldn’t remember why he was there, in the forest at night - all he remembered was that he needed to run. He’d been running for years, it seemed.

Maybe sometime he would know what he was running from.

* * * * * *
Jesse slammed his locker shut and turned to face the girl standing beside him. “I don’t care, Su.” He brushed past her, ignoring the smirk on her face and the hand on her hip. If he was lucky, she’d just drop it.

He was never that lucky.

“Are you so sure?” Su purred, swinging around to follow him. She linked her arm through his, ignoring his attempt to shake her off, and added, “I seem to remember a number of conversations that would imply otherwise.”

“I was drunk,” Jesse lied. “And I was making shit up to make you stop badgering me.”

“Uh huh.” Su didn’t even pretend to believe him. “And so the shit you made up was that …”

Jesse swung her around, freed his arm and slapped it over her mouth in a move that would have been a lot smoother if he hadn’t dropped his books to do it. “Not. A. Word.”

Su licked his palm mischievously, but her eyes showed she knew she’d gone too far. Jesse released her and crouched to pick up his books.

“Hmm,” came a low purr from behind him. Jesse froze for an instant, praying that he was imagining things, and then straightened and turned.

Fuck. “Jeff,” he said noncommittally, and wondered how obvious it would be if he kicked the snickering girl behind him.

“Oh, don’t turn on my account,” Jeff drawled. His grey eyes flicked down over Jesse, then returned to meet Jesse’s gaze. “On the other hand, the frontal view is … pleasant as well.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow sardonically. “Oh good,” he replied flatly. “Pleasing you is exactly what I was going for.”

Sometimes Jesse rather thought he was too stupid to live. And if he could off himself with a thought, now would be a great time to develop that skill.

Jeff smirked. “Oh honey, you are just too easy.” There was a brief pause while Jesse frowned, and then Jeff added,” And yes, I meant that exactly as it sounded.”

The warning bell rang, and Jesse almost thanked God right out loud.

“Saved by the bell, hmm?” Jeff murmured. “You won’t always be so lucky.”

Jesse deliberately ignored him as he walked away … perhaps slightly faster than normal, because Su was jogging to keep up. “Not a word,” he reminded her, and she mimed zipping her lips.

“Still,” she said after a moment, amusement layering her voice, “you really shouldn’t feed him lines like that if you don’t want to feed him anything else.”

Jesse hurried into the classroom and took a seat at the table right in the front. Right now, not being able to talk sounded like a great idea.

January 16th, 2009

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Since I think some of my flist aren't part of the group that already knows about this (and with apologies to those who do) - once a month we (by which I mean [info]thejennabides organises and the rest of us just show up) meet up online for a write-a-thon. For some of us - me - it actually gets us _writing_ someting; for others, it's just an uninterrupted block of time to work on current projects. And FYI, not everyone can make the full time each month, so showing up for an hour or two (or less) is cool too.

The community's here on IJ - [info]writeathon - and this month's is on Sunday the 25th, starting at 8 am PT. If you're interested, Muskrit's posted more details here. Love to see you there, even for just a bit!

Also ... happy Friday!!!

January 15th, 2009

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When I got back from Egypt, I kind of lazed around for almost a week, but I decided I needed to get back into the weight-loss routine again, so I've been getting up at five am each weekday morning to exercise.

Well ... sort of. The first fifteen minutes of the morning are me listening to the radio people talk nonsense while I try and convince myself that yes, I really do want to do this, and yes, I will feel fine once I actually get going. Then I procrastinate on the computer for another fifteen to half an hour twenty minutes, and then I finally get going with my yoga routine, followed by an aerobic dance routine. I exercise for about an hour, then have breakfast while I wait for myself to stop trying to provide enough water to hydrate the city in the midst of summer. Shower, dress, makeup and I've got just enough time to get to work. I'm getting there about twenty minutes later than I used to, but the truth is that if I leave it until the end of the day, I'm unlikely to actually do anything on my own, so ... yeah. And I do love doing yoga at the beginning of the day - it's relaxing and centres me for the day ahead.

I'm pretty proud of myself for keeping it up, though. Now granted, I've only done it for a little over a week, but still.

The other thing that's kind of cool is that this year, people seem to be really fitness-minded at my school (and a few of them have - in some cases re- - joined Weight Watchers, although they don't go to my meeting), so we've got groups doing yoga after school on Wednesdays, and aerobics on Mondays and Thursdays. I'm hit-and-miss with these - if I've got kids that need help, or that earn DTs, then I don't always manage to make it - but I've gone to a couple of the aerobic sessions, and it's kind of neat to have people to do it with.

It's not a New Year's resolution - I always fail at those. It's a lifestyle change, or I want it to be. So ... yes. I'm proud of myself.

And as of last Saturday, my weight loss total was 71 lbs. :)

January 13th, 2009

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Online journals are little filters that we each see everyone else's lives through, the parts others choose to share with us. That said, we all think we are close, but really we seldom know a lot about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Stolen from [info]iconographer.

Went out for drinks (by which I mean they had beer and I had diet cola) with the girls after work tonight. The local (to my school) pub has burgers for $2.99 on Tuesdays, so we meet there once a month or so. Today's topic of conversation? Sex. Specifically anal sex.

Don't ask me how we got onto the subject. I really don't know. Though the sex part of the discussion came about when I told them I'm going to Taboo on Saturday - it's an annual "Naughty but Nice" sex show downtown - a friend of mine and I went last year, and we're going again this year, because it was wicked cool. They even had a small dungeon!

In other news, I found out the email address for one of the guys I met in Egypt was wrong - I thought it was an underscore, and found out when he emailed (spammed a bunch of people) some political cartoons about the situation in Gaza that it was actually a dash. So I then forwarded him a copy of the email, along with a rather embarrassing comment that I wish I had the ability to edit now. *sigh*

Gaza ... I don't understand it. I truly don't. I don't understand how one human being - or a bunch of them - can do this to other humans. Nearly fifty percent of those killed were women and children. Innocents. And from what I've been able to tell, except for some countries actually in the Middle East, the international community is doing nothing.

I don't understand humanity sometimes.

January 6th, 2009

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I wrote all my entries in LJ, but this is the journal with the permanent account, so I want to transfer them all here. They'll be backdated, so they shouldn't flood your flist ... I hope. If they do, my apologies.

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MY LUGGAGE ARRIVED! *cheers* And it appears mostly intact, although a few postcards got bent when they crammed them back in. Don't worry, S - your tobacco arrived safely. I'll stick it somewhere until J comes back from Egypt; then I can pass it on to her. (Shisha is incredibly popular in Egypt - I had a couple offers from guys to smoke it with them, but I don't smoke. Still, the pipes are very beautiful, and it seems to be quite the social activity.)

And yes ... my luggage arrived now. Just in case this doesn't show ... my luggage was delivered to my door by the driver at ONE-THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

*sigh* But it's here, and my scarves are here, and my perfume and some other souvenirs are here, so I'm happy. Tired, but happy.

I'm going back to bed now. *loves*

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January 4th, 2009

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Quick note - I posted a bunch of photos on my Facebook account, and wrote somewhat detailed captions for them. If you're interested, it's here - and I think it's open for anyone to look at. If you have problems, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

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And we made it home safely. _Long_ flight, and I was exhausted by the time I made it to Seattle - slept most of the drive home lying down in my parents' backseat (aren't they amazing for driving three hours to drop me off and pick me up?!) - but I wasn't nauseous, and for me, that's saying a lot. I guess maybe you can get used to travel?

However, one thing was the same between my trip out and my trip back ...

... they lost my luggage again. The same damn bag.


At least they're going to fly it into Vancouver, and then deliver it to my house. It's supposed to be here today sometime, but they haven't shown up yet ... or they haven't buzzed me, which is not necessarily the same thing, as I discovered when FedEx "delivered" my battery (not).

I am happy to see my parents, and N, and to talk to my sister (well, almost) K. Am I happy to be home, though? ... I don't know. I miss Egypt. It's weird - whenever I finish a vacation, I'm always _so_ glad to be home. By the time the ten days or two weeks or whatever is up, I'm definitely ready to come home. This time? Not so much. I think I could have quite happily stayed in Egypt for another month, except (as I said) for missing my family. I loved it there.

At any rate, I _am_ home, and I have tidied up my place (it was pretty trashed when I left), and I am to go back to work tomorrow. I've looked through the 790 photos I took (I don't have T's yet) and selected the best 110 to make a scrapbook out of (no, I didn't limit myself to 110; that's just how many I really wanted to print). I've signed up for Skype so that I can keep in touch with my cousin S - we became closer this trip, and I don't want to lose that. She's an amazing person, and I'm really glad we were able to spend time together. The videos are d/l onto my computer and ready for editing - I'm going to make a couple of movies. One will be more comprehensive, but I'm going to do one for school too, more information based: the grade seven curriculum covers ancient Egypt, so I'd like to have something I - or other teachers - can use as part of teaching the program.

At some point over the next couple of weeks or so I will type up my travel journal and backdate it for the days I didn't get a chance to post for - and I'd like to write a bit about things I didn't put in there too (since my travel journal was somewhat edited so I could give it to people to read if they wanted to; I kept the more ... uh personal? ... stuff in my private journal). I'll probably backdate it, but I'll keep it under this tag so it's easy to find for those who want to read it. And at some point I'll probably f-lock this all again, just because I prefer my journal f-locked (don't want the kiddies to find it!), but I'm going to leave it open for a bit because I think some of my non-LJ friends are reading this too.

Love (from Canada, now),

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December 30th, 2008

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Today is the first day in Dahab that it's been pretty cloudy - although apparently they get storms in January. The water looks more like it does back home, with grey skies and grey water. Tide is high, though - significantly so. I haven't really noticed a definite high and low tide each day here, but I can see a clear difference now. I'm hoping it clears up this afternoon and evening - my cousins S and J and I are planning to climb Mt. Sinai (where Moses received the ten commandments) tonight so we can see tomorrow's sunrise over the mountain. It's supposed to be beautiful ... if you can see it.

The people here - like most I've encountered elsewhere in Egypt - are really friendly. (Not just the ones trying to sell you something either - that doesn't really count.) I refuse to be pessimistic and think that this is what it's all about, and they look so happy to see me and say good morning. (I walk for about an hour along the beach each morning - not a lot of vendors out, but many of the cleaning staff or people just out for a walk.) I don't know. I have a hard time with that - I know what Egyptian men think of Western women, and I know many of them are trying to part me from my money; with those things in mind, it's sometimes hard to know whether comments are sincere or not. But I'm generally an open, friendly type of person, and I don't want to become so suspicious of people's motives that I change that. T tells me that what other people think is not only not my problem, but also completely none of my business. Maybe I should try to remember that.

At any rate, this has been longer that I would normally stay in a place for "relaxation" time - even T is beginning to feel it - and I would have preferred to stay longer on the cruise. The cruise was fabulous, and you got to see so many different places - we flew from Cairo to Luxor, then boarded the cruise and sailed down the Nile all the way to Aswan. We visited Karnak and Luxor temples, Valley of the Kings and the Tombs of the Workers, Hatshepsut's temple (she's always been my favourite - in fact, our guide from Luxor to Aswan teasingly called me Hatshepsut and T Nefertiti) - that was all in and around Luxor - and then a couple temples, one at Edfu and one at Kom Ombo, on the way down; and then in Aswan we visited the High Dam and Philae temple.

I'll write more later - or when I get back - but someone's waiting to get on the computer now and I don't want to keep him from it much longer. Still having a blast, and I'll miss Egypt when I come home.

Love - and Happy New Year if I don't get on again before then -

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December 25th, 2008

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Merry Christmas everyone! (It's still Christmas here, and I know it's Christmas there - so we're on the same day!)

Sorry I haven't posted - too much going on for a few days (we were on a cruise for four nights), and then when we got back, the internet was down. So I had to actually *gasp* handwrite my travel journal.

And it's late now, so I'm not going to type too much tonight. (Plus the keyboard here sticks, which is annoying when you're trying to type quickly.) We are in Dahab, on the Red Sea in the Sinai Penninsula - arrived this afternoon. We can actually see Saudi Arabia across the water - it's very strange. No Christmas turkey for us today - Christmas mixed grill for me, and Christmas falafel for T. *wry grin* I miss my parents and my other sister terribly. It's very strange being here for Christmas - it really doesn't feel like Christmas at all. I'm glad I have some family here with me; I'm not sure I'd deal well with things well otherwise. This is the first time ever that I've been away from home for Christmas.

We had a good time on the cruise. Our guide, Walid, was really good, and we met another guide, Melad, who was there with a Canadian couple from Toronto. He was cute, and very friendy. During our galabeya (tradition Egyptian dress) party, he taught me some belly dancing. I'm not especially good, but it was fun anyway, and I wouldn't mind learning more. (We bought the DVD, so those of you at home will be able to see ... once I've previewed the DVD and made sure it's not too embarrassing. *g*) We got to dance afterwards too, Melad and me and T and Walid - I need to go dancing more often. I always seem to forget how much I really enjoy it.

It's confusing - the whole guy thing - here, though. The guys are very complimentary, and it could go to a girl's head - except that they're usually trying to get you to buy something. So when I'm complimented, I don't really believe it - I think it's more a ploy than honesty (which is more unfortunate when I want it to be honest than when it's random salespeople on the street). In that sense, I suppose it will be nice to get home. I don't get flirted with - but at least I'm not confused as to whether people are being honest or trying to get me to buy something at some point later.

Many of the guys are pretty cute, though - so fun to look at. *grin*

But we've been having a great time, and I'll write more later - either later this week (we don't have a lot planned, unlike our first two weeks in Egypt) or when I get home. Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule and all the rest.

Lots of love from Egypt,

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December 16th, 2008

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Today has been incredibly busy. I was awake at four am and up at quarter past five - couldn't sleep. I spent some time sitting out on the balcony in the dark, listening to the Muslim call to prayer. It's so beautiful - melodic and just so very Islamic. That and the architecture here really remind me I'm not at home. Well, among other things.

At eight, our tour guide and driver were here to pick us up. We went to the Citadel first, the largest compound built by Salah El Din, a massive structure including the mosque, guest quarters, storage facilities, his living quarters - all made out of limestone. The mosque built by Mohamed Aly was beautiful. Knowing what was acceptable and not in an Islamic country made things easier for us - we didn't have to wear the rather unattractive green robes that were given to some women who had bare shoulders or were wearing shorts. Both T and I brought our scarves (thanks cousin T!) and covered our heads while we were in there, although I noticed not all the women did. In fact, most didn't.

The architecture was pretty amazing. It combined Islamic and Byzantine art, because Mohamed Aly was influenced by the west - he'd sent been born in Greece. There was a clock tower given to him by Louis-Phillipe of France there, and Mohamed Aly's tomb is in the mosque, on the right-hand side by the entrance door. We also visited the military museum - less impressive for me, but the history was interesting. Our guide was quite knowledgeable.

Actually, while we were talking during lunch, we found out that he had to study for seven years to become a tour guide. He has a four-year bachelor's degree in Egypt Studies, and then a two year graduate degree in Tourism and another year preparing for his masters. He was quite surprised to find out that pretty much anyone can call themselves a tour guide back home. There's no regulation there.

After the Citadel, we went to Coptic Cairo, seeing all the old churches and an ancient synagogue that used to be a church - but when the Muslim rulers were taxing the Christians to essentially punish them for the invasions and the like, the priest of this one church had no money and couldn't pay the taxes. A Jewish man loaned him the money for the taxes, telling the priest he could pay the money back when he had it. The priest never had enough money, though, so the Jew took over the church and (naturally) turned it into a synagogue. You can still see the Coptic Christian elements, though, and some of the Islamic ones - one of the leaders of Egypt married a woman who was Coptic Christian, and upon her request he repaired all the Coptic churches, except of course he used Islamic artisans, so the churches as well as this synegogue are a mix of Islamic and Christian architecture.

It really was beautiful there. We stopped off at a shopping mall of sorts - one completely geared towards tourists, much like we saw in Mexico when we were headed out (or back, I don't remember which) to Chichen Itza. Wandered around a bit, but we didn't really buy that much.

After shopping, we went to lunch at a restaurant floating on the Nile - expensive, but totally worth it considering the view. The food was good - salad, beets (Grandpa would approve), pickled cucumbers and radishes; chicken, meatballs and some other type of red meat that I didn't eat much off; rice; and the dessert of our choice from their table - we tried what looked like candied figs (turned out to be roughly puff pastries without the cream and with a sort of sweet sauce) and what looked like sausage rolls (we knew they weren't, given their placement on the dessert table; they turned out to be very similar to an icing-less cinnamon roll).

We continued our day with a tour of the Egyptian Museum, checking out the sarcophogii on the lower floor and the many, many funeary items of King Tut on the second. We also paid extra to see the mummies; among them, Queen Hatshepsut (who has always fascinated me), her brother and husband, Tutmose II, and her step-son, Tutmose III. There's a mummy there puported to be Tutmose I (her father), but its hands are not folded in the manner of the kings, so it seems unlikely it's actually he. Ramses II was also there, and a few others I didn't recognize or can't recall now. We also went into another area (this one was included in the price of the museum entrance) that had mummified animals.

Good thing neither T nor I are the type to have nightmares! *grin*

After some time there, we went to the Khan El Khalili Bazar. We didn't spend a ton of time there - our guide told us we shouldn't buy anything there (I think he's worried we'll get fleeced - I might, but T probably wouldn't - she's good at bargaining) - but we wanted to wander around and get the feel of the place. Mom, by the time I come home, I will be very good at saying "no" to people.

The salespeople there are persistent, and that's putting it mildly. They will say almost anything to get you in there, and you just have to keep saying, "No, thank you" - and if you find something you want (we saw some postcards we wanted to get) but don't like the price, you have to be willing to walk away. (As we were coming back, though, he offered them for what turned out to be 20 cents each - he wanted to make the sale.) I can't count the number of times people commented on T and me being sisters (twins, even), or mentioned how pretty our eyes or smile was. One enterprising fellow even told us it was his first day!! *laugh* Sure - the first day of the rest of his time as a salesperson, I'm sure.

They have some beautiful things there, though. There's a lot of - well, junk, to me - things I wouldn't be interested in in a million years - but they have some beautiful perfume bottles (except I don't wear perfume) and scarves (which I don't often wear, but want to buy anyway). I took some pictures of the alleyway we walked through so you can see how busy it is. When we were finished wandering (about twenty or so minutes), we met our guide at a cafe near the mosque and had Turkish coffee (me) and cold hibiscus tea (T). Both delicious, although in completely different ways.

We were supposed to visit the Al Azhar Mosque, but T and I were feeling pretty tired by then (our tour guide had a cold as well as me, as it turned out, so he must have been feeling somewhat done in by then too!), so we missed it. (I had to write a note saying we'd elected not to go, though.)

We finished the day with a very relaxing felucca ride on the Nile as the sun was setting. It was a little chilly with the wind, but the view was incredible. As the sun went down, downtown Cairo lit up, and we saw the Cairo Tower - with its lotus-flower decoration - illuminated by soft white lights.

When we got home, our aunt, uncle and cousin were all here. S made use a prawn salad that was delicious - she's an amazing cook - and T's now passed out on the sofa. I have to say, I'm not far behind her. Amazing day, and I'm so glad we did everything, but I'm completely wiped. And we have Giza and Memphis and the Sakkara Step Pyramid tomorrow, so it's another long day.


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December 15th, 2008

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... I haven't written this much in ages. *wry grin* But apparently my travel journal was with the lost luggage (they don't know where it is, but "maybe it will come in on the same flight you arrived on today, and then we'll deliver it to you" - reassuring), so it's all typing for now.

Aunt J, T and I went wandering Cairo after I woke up. I think part of my sickness this morning was dehydration and hunger, because I felt a little better after having half a bottle of water, some juice and a banana. We headed out to exchange money (I didn't have any Egyptian pounds, although T had some that her ex's brother gave her for her birthday) and visit the market on Road 7. Very cool. They had pigeons and chickens for sale ... live, and (J tells me) they'll butcher it for you right there. ... we didn't see that, thankfully. We did see tons of cats, everywhere - most of them wild. Some tiny kittens, some full grown alley cats - but they're all over the place. A few dogs too, but not nearly as many.

We went to this falafel place at the market for lunch - the food was incredible. Tons of falafels, some eggplant dish, pitas and baba ganoush (sp?) ... for 6 Egyptian pounds. That works out to about $1.20 US. For the three of us.

Clearly, eating out isn't going to be a problem here.

We wandered the streets for a bit, looking at some of the different booths - there was one with these beautiful scarves in all colours and with varying degrees of embroidery. I was very tempted, but I think I'm going to go shopping with S (cousin) for them: she is apparently old hat at the bargaining. J tells me she got a couple of scarves for an incredible deal.

It's so nice to see her here - she's been going around southeast Asia for the past several months, so I haven't seen her in ages. It's cool - it's the one thing I kind of regret in going straight from high school to university to teaching. I always wanted to travel. Of course, I don't travel particularly well, so maybe that's just as well? Or maybe I'll do it sometime in the future.

At any rate, it's been neat - and a little strange. I think because we're foreign women, we seem to be attracting more attention than I would otherwise expect. Mostly from men. Nothing bad or anything like that - nothing offensive - but we just seem to be more noticed. T thinks I'm being overly sensitive; maybe I am. Still.

There were these two boys at the market who were watching us while J bought some cauliflower ... one of them got up the nerve to say, "Hello" to us, so I replied, "Hello" back. They were very cute. :)

The sellers are very aggressive here, but not rude - you just say, "La, shukram" - "No, thank you" and continue walking. You have to bargain for everything, though, which is difficult for me - if I don't know what the prices should be, then I don't know where to start the bargaining. You really have to set the prices before you do anything, though - before you get into taxis, before you buy whatever. Sometimes even before you express much interest.

I'm picking up small amounts of Arabic - I now know the script for 3, 7 and 8. This would be significantly more useful if my address included any of these numbers. :)

People are very nice here, though, and it's absolutely fascinating.

Oh - the most unusual thing ... or not exactly "unusual" ... possibly "dangerous and mildly insane" ... here is the driving. The lines on the road are not so much hard-and-fast rules as they are vague guidelines to be ignored whenever inconvenient. The drivers drift all over the place, and instead of stopping, they honk at intersections - "Hey, I'm coming; get out of the way now!" There's no such thing as pedestrian's right-of-way - you pretty much need to watch carefully and dodge the cars.

Talked to Mom briefly this evening (she was at work); that was nice. I miss her and everyone back home.

Have to go now - we're heading to the duty free, then to dinner. It's 6:39 here.


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So I'm awake, and more or less alive. Sore throat, tired - typical travel woes. But awake, and ready to go out and explore (and buy some clothing of the type I can't borrow from my sister).

No update on the luggage yet.

T's very eager to get going, so just a quick note to say hi, and thank you for the responses. Likely won't get a chance to answer them until either we're relaxing on the Sinai peninsula in Dahab, or I get home, but ... *snugs*


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So for those of you who didn't know - and I expect that's most of you - I am now in Cairo. My sister and I came for three weeks over winter holidays to spend some time with my uncle, who's teaching here for a year.

I have little to report, except that the airline lost my baggage (the one that I cleverly put most of my clothing in, because it was carry-on luggage, only the flight from London to Amsterdam didn't have enough space) - and of course this was also the bag that had the contact information for my uncle in it. Luckily my aunt came to pick me up - my sister and me, actually, since T's flight was delayed out of Heathrow. (So was mine - we took different flights - but I managed to _just_ make my Amsterdam connection. Apparently my luggage did not.)

At any rate, I have now been in three countries overseas, compared to the grand total of none I'd been in before.

Now I just need to see more than the airport.

For those of you who care, London (Heathrow) is the best airport to sleep in, as they do everything over the PA system. This means if you are a light sleeper (which I am, except when I feel completely safe), you are in no danger of missing your flight. London - well, the view of it I got from the airport - reminded me of Vancouver - overcast and grey. We have a better airport, though. Significantly better.

In Amsterdam, there were these super-cute wooden tulips. If I hadn't been running (a slight exaggeration - speed-walking would be more accurate) to make my connection, I would have bought one. Very pretty. I also saw the ever-ubiquitous Starbucks there - and in London, although London's had a dark cherry mocha instead of the peppermint one that is our seasonal drink, and had replaced the eggnog latte with my standard, a toffee nut latte.

Don't know how much I'm going to be able to update, but I wanted to keep a travel diary of sorts, and although I have a paper one (that was not lost), I type faster than I write. So there may be a combo of the two.

I'm exhausted right now, but apparently we were supposed to bring sleeping bags (a fact neither T nor I realized) so I'm waiting for my cousin S to wake up in about ten minutes so I can use hers. I may decide to heck with it, pull out the flat sheet (aren't I glad I brought that now, Mom!!) and doze off anyway.

This is a totally random entry, I realize. Blame it on the fact that I don't know what time it really is, and I think two days have passed and I don't really think I slept much of those two days. So coherence ... not so much a part of me right now.

I started off my vacation with snow in Seattle. Mom and Dad drove me to the airport, but we left early in the morning so we could wander around Pike Place Market (not Fisherman's Market, which is what I think I told some people). It was _very_ cool. If I weren't committed to living where I do ... I could totally move down to Seattle. Do you have any idea how many hot guys are wandering around down there?! Fewer hot girls, but they were there too. The place reminds me a bit of Granville Island, only much much bigger.

Well, I give up. Too tired to wait for a sleeping bag - and I should be fine anyway. I'm likely to just pass out.

I just wish I had my pyjamas. *sigh* Send me good luggage luck?


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So you may or may not know - I'm in Cairo for three weeks with my sister, aunt and uncle. I'm keeping a travel blog, but mostly on LJ right now - you can follow it, if you want to, at this tagged page. When I get home I'll transfer the entries over so they're here as well, but I don't have anything to post in both places on this computer (and it's not mine, so I don't want to download anything).

Happy Christmas, Hanukkah, Diwali, Kwanza, Yuke, [insert your winter holiday here] everyone! *hugs*

August 29th, 2008

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My sister is moving back to Oakville. My father told her to move out as soon as possible because he didn't want her husband (the reason for the move) in his house any longer.

I can't handle this right now.

August 22nd, 2008

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Things are better today. I cried on the shoulder of one of the other chaperones, and he went down to talk to this person, and some of the other contestants were there as well, so when the teen put out the beliefs, they were all shot down by peers as well as by the chaperone. The chaperone told me this morning that he felt this teen was saying all these horrid things because they were the beliefs common in the community the teen came from, and the teen _wanted_ them debunked. I guess if these are the things you hear from the people you trust and look up to, it must be very difficult if you _want_ to believe something else. This way ... the teen was able to hear things from peers and trusted adults that contradicted the original (community's) beliefs.

At any rate, since everyone this teen has talked to disagreed with what was said ... maybe the teen's more open-minded now.

And having only posted about this makes it seem like I'm not having a good time chaperoning the competition, and it's not true at all - I adore the kids, and I've had a blast. (I'm more tired than I remember being on an ongoing basis for ... well, for as long as I can remember, really, although I'm sure it's happened again, but I'm having fun regardless.) Even the teens I find ... difficult ... I've loved getting to know, and I'll be doing this again next year (assuming I'm asked back, which I expect I will be).

I do hope you're all enjoying your summers!! ♥

July 17th, 2008

"Point of View" - written for 5sentence_fics on LJ

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Title: Point of View
Author: [info]dysis
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Pairing: Hikaru/Kaoru
Table/Theme: Table Five
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3315
Warnings: incest, angst, sex, a little violence
Disclaimer: Characters not mine, table prompts not mine, everything else is.

... and because I know that, in a moment, he'll take my face into his hands and gaze intently at me, like I'm the only person in the world for him ... )

December 25th, 2007

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I missed Yule, so Happy Yule.

I missed Hannukah as well - Happy Hannukah.

Merry Christmas.

Wishing all of you everything bright and beautiful for the new year.


I'm still not around on the journals, but I wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you, and to wish you a wonderful holiday season, whatever you celebrate.

October 6th, 2007

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Because I am, as we all know, a complete and total sheep ...

My painting )

In other news, I was given chocolate yesterday because I spent some time chatting with a student on MSN to help her understand her math - not something I'd do regularly, but I had the time and was around. She was very pleased. *g* Says I'm the best teacher she's ever had (which is doubtful, but still very cool to hear), and brought me a thank-you card and some pieces of chocolate. I've stuck them in my desk for when I need the pick-me-up.

Kerry has decided to come home, whether or not the house sells, in the beginning of November. *beams* Obviously, I'd prefer it if the house sold first, because it'd be a huge weight off their shoulders, but I'm very much looking forward to her coming home. I know she's kind of upset that she won't be here for my birthday, but given that SHE'S COMING HOME!!!! I think I can handle the disappointment. ;) Seriously, this is the best birthday present I could get. She'll be back within a month after my birthday - how amazing is that?

I want to write, but I have no inspiration. Actually, more accurately, I'm too lazy to inspire myself. I'm chatting with people and RPGing instead, despite the fact that _technically_, I pulled myself from the house to the local coffee shop with wireless internet so that I _could_ write. .... meh. *g* If you have inspiration for me, prompt me. (I'm leaning towards writing HP/DM or vice versa, but might be inclined to write something else should the prompt strike me. ... or possibly Sam'n'Dean, because I saw the first five minutes of season 3 ep 1, and ... *dies laughing*)
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