InDiAn DiVa

Look at this. DO you want to know how much this is KILLING me? Just when I say that I have mastered the new blog.com color updates, they change them AGAIN. JUST when I figured it out.

Oh well. I am not nearly as mad as I seem. I just sort of wish they would give me a heads up before they decide to burden me with their (sometimes anti-productive) updates. Sheesh. Some people ared even dumber about computers than I am! Whatever.

By the way, I know ‘whatever’ is such a cliche teenager thing to do, but what the hell, I’m a teenager so get over it. (capiche?)

Did you notice how cool the word “fewer” is? It’s especially cool when you’re typing it. Once you get the ‘f’ out of the way it’s cool. (F)e-w-e-r (F)e-w-e-r (F)e-w-e-r!

Are you getting bored by my lame form of entertainment? Oh well, that’s just too bad, you’re going to have to deal with it. But lo! Some exciting news!!!

(yet, in truth, it is raaaaawther tragical)

The Crucible is over. (WEEP! DO YOU HEAR ME?! WEEP!!) Yes,, how sad is that? Yet, I am trying not to dwell on it much, because being sad is a waste of my precious time, and I simply cannot afford to waste my life. Wait a second. That sounds kind of mean and weird, but it’s not supposed to.. Meaning ‘I respect people who are in The Kingdom Of Sadness over the ending of the show … (Jerri!! )

BY THE WAY JERRI, DEAR,, THAT IS PROBABLY THE FIRST SMILEY FACE I HAVE EVER USED ON THIS fabulous BLOG! HONOR! YOU HAVE BEEN HONORED!!

AS I was saying. The Crucible was wonderfully wonderful for alot of reasons:

First and foremost: Power Girl.

She is this little plastic person with boobs as big as her head and she is lucky. She has a cool cape too. And blue eyes. And I think she’s blonde. Someone tell me if I am right or wrong..ANyways.. She is the best. She totally rocks everyone’s socks. Obviously. Rob is her ‘mommy’.

Then there is the whole freakin cast. HM. Well, maybe I should state the obvious:

Dear Cast, There would be no show without you. Love, Kimaya (ps  you rock)

As you can see, it would be a pretty dismal (not to mention tedious) show without the cast. I mean, there is only so much interest that lighting and music (AND COWS!) can generate.. no offence….

The cast is full of marvelous people who I absolutely miss so very much. And as I always say, “when you are at a loss for words, make some up!” (actually, I have never said that before, but who cares.)

so, here are some made-up words: squibbletyhop! munschligglevon! milsky-onny-lag!

ok……. yes, i think i have lost it…. than again, maybe it is just me in my natural habitat

(imagine nature show boring-type voice (ENGLISH ACCENT! DUUUHHHH)): here we observe the Kimaya (kimayus intelligentus) in its natural habitat. Watch it play cello and piano. Watch it– oh, what’s that? Look! A display of totally normal behaviour! Strange blog updates! Wonderful! And you, dear viewer, are the witnesses to this rarely seen marvel of nature– the kimayus intelligentus updating her blog!

AS I was saying ( I’m sorry I tend to get sidetracked alot)

The best part of The Crucible was most definately the director. Her name is Cathy I-am-not-telling-you-her-last-name-on-the-internet-because-I-am-practicing-safety-on-the-internet-obviously-not-that-anyone-really-cares-that-much-since-she-is-cool-and-famous.

She is probably the best director I have every had. SHe is awesome and she weards tall shoes and has a funny dog with spiky hair. Her house is SO awesome because it is stuffed with Bhuddas. Now, here is my Burning Question: is it bHudda, or buddHa? someone enlighten me NOW!!! (please)

Ok.. so.. Cathy is wonderful and nice and is good at directing… and she had wonderful idea for costumes, and at first I thought ‘hm.. this is a skechy idea, we will all look Goth or funeralistic’…. but THEN— everyone wore their costumes and I thought ‘omG this is amAZING she is a freakin GENIUS!!!! Goddess bless!!! WOOT WOOT!  ’ (woahh. caffeine!!)

So there.

I love Cathy and the whole cast and they rox my sox (AAAAHHHHBVIOUSLY)

now.

COMMENT THIS OR I WILL BE FORCED TO SEEK YOU OUT IN THE NIGHT AND… I DON’T KNOW.. DO SOMETHING TO YOU.. UMM…. UNLEASH THE WRATH OF EDWARD CULLEN (AKA SUPERHOT VAMPIRE DUDE) ON YOU.

SO YOU BETTER DARN WELL COMMENT, HOMIE-G.

YOU KNOW.. ALL’S GOOD IN THE HOOD….. (?)

lovE kImAyAAAAAAAAAAAAA

By the way,  in case you havent noticed, I have a strange obsessive desire to quote peoples crucible lines whenever i get a chance.. like if someone sneezes: it were a grand sneeze….. and of course, there is the title of this post…………

LOOK! I HAVE FINALLY MASTERES THE STUPID BLOG.COM COLOR UPDATES!!! CHEER.

Oh. I am so SO bored. Well, I was bored until Yeye called. I am so glad she called and saved me from the pits of boredom and blah.

OH I have nothing to say.

Yeye is very cool.

SO is Nate.

Yeye is probably the tiniest bit faulouser than Nate, but only because she plays cello. And as we all know, cellos are the Instruments Of The God(desse)s.

And as you also may know, I am most definately a goddess, as you can see.

Yeye is short. SO is everyone else in the world, from my perspective, but she is quite short. Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s just rather inconvenient when you are trying to reach high things. Also, she had a disease which I have diagnosed called:

Hight Flux Disorder.

She has it because she shrinks and grows at an seemingly random pace. There is the possibility that it is because she has her tall shoes on one day, and off the other, or it could have to do with the fact that I sometimes wear tall shoes, but I much prefer to believe that the problem lies deeper: she has HFD.

BUT that is what makes her much cooler than most people..

As you can see.

Nate is my grandson. He is a fabulous  person. I think he is always happy. At least I have never seen him when he is not. Now, here is an interesting fact:

Nate sounds just like Yeye on the phone, ECXEPT that he has a different kind of voice. does that make sense? No. It does not.

I am quite upset that this stupid blog.com is forcing me to have a background color when I DONT WANT ONE!!!!!!!! roaaaaaaaaar.

DO you know Carson? Well he is in my fab art class and he is strange. He said:

‘If someone put their feet on my head, they could crush my head and my brains would spill out. Then I would come alive again and eat my own brain.”

isnt that rawwwwther unusual? and it was totally random.

Oh Tashie it is with deepest sorrow and intense guilt that I tell you that today is Random Day (hey!! it was yesterday too.. and the day befor that.. and the day…..)

So that is why i am skipping from subject to subject (as I said before, as a spry mountain goat leaps from rock to rock in the crisp Swiss air being watched by a boy named Peter who is wearing LEDERHOSEN with his little friend Heidi who is quite famous maybe youve heard of her, whose grannie likes toasted cheese)

As you may have figured out by now, I tend to alternate between being a totall Earthy Crunchy Granola/Hummus/Pesto/Chai Head to being a NutHeadFromTheSquirrelTree.

But WHO CARES at all? not me for sure.

Visit:

www.yetiyeyet.blog.com

its a hot blog.

visit:

www.hotsugarbowl.blog.com

thats another hot one. and so is www.amaraelena.blog.com

SO.

have a nice day.

AND NATE AND YEYE I MISS YOU BOTH SO MUCH AND I MUST SEE YOU SOON BECAUSE I HAVE NOT SEEN REAL PEOPLE IN A VERY LONG TIME. THE CRUCIBLE PEOPLE DONT COUNT AT ALL. (ga i have along rehearsal at the Jones library from 7 to 10) how evil is my life and i hope i can see your play but i might not be able to…

NOW:

COMMENT ME. one for each of you.

bye.

have a nice day

yeah.

oh Me oh My i am DEADLY BORED>

SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hm. It snowed a week ago, and I meant to post, but I had no time.

I don’t know why I always wait for the Big Snow with such anticipation. I suppose it’s because the beautiful snow covers up the ugly brown grass and slushy sludge crapola that’s accumulating around the curbs.

It’s SO beautiful. The most beautiful time!!

I especially like it when there is a BIG snow. Like the 1 1/2 foot snow we got! With little 2 inch ‘refills’ every other day!!!!!

The 3 inch snows that we have been getting befor the Big snow, I call those snows RIPOFFS. Being a true New England-er, I appreciate big snows!! BIG ONES!! Like the one they had in New York (9 FEET!!!!!!!).

I love snowwww.

When I went to Singapore, I saw  a poster (which I waxed hilarious) that was an advertisement for… what else– Snow City!!!

I would include the picture of the poster, but I’ll just type it up here, because I can’t find the photo right now.

See, Touch & Experience

Real Snow..

only at Snow City

Exclusively for NTUC Income Policyholders

$6 per person (usual $12)

Special offer is valid for limited period only

Each policyholder is entitles up to 6 tickets

Enjoy our Snowy

Escapade at Snow City:

Guided tour to learn more about life in the colder climates

Snow slope for Snow tubing

Snow play with mini-slides and climbers for children

Build your very own ‘real snow’ snow man

Snow ball fights filled with fun and laughter

And that’s the whole poster, the quite amusing poster that I saw in Singapore. Copied word for word exactly. (By the way, for people who don’t know, a “policyholder” is a member, like in a museum [which is where I found the poster])

My little sister (Savita)’s birthday in on March 25th!!! She is going to be 8 years old!!!!

I am giving her a pale purple t-shirt that I am going to decorate. Since she plays viola, (she is the older of the 2 youngest violists in New England), and she gets little recognition for being a violist (most people assume that she is a violinist), I am decorating the shirt with a viola (C) clef on the chest in multicolored sequins, and on either side of it, it will say “cool people (C clef) play viola” or something like that.

Ok i have suddenly become stuck goodbye.

kimaya

Hello World!

I have always thought it funny how I often address my reader(s) as “World” or “Universe”, since I probably have about 2 regular readers.

Anywayyys.

Do you remember last year, when I was griping about going to an orchestra camp I didn’t want to go to? And then after I went, I was ecastic about the people I met, the things that I learned, the blah blah blah.

Anyways (do I say ‘anyways’ too often???) I still see one person weekly at YPC (our chorus)– Mariah Lesure!!!!

Mariah is a very singular person: She plays bass, until recently didn’t know how to spell her last name, and is insanely hyper. By hyper, I mean HYPER.

Mariah was born hyper. But that doesn’t stop her from chewing an entire pack of energy gum (energy=caffeine), drinking a few cans of Vault, Red Bull, and/or Rockstar energy soda (energy=caffeine), as well as drinking coffee. And despite all of this caffeine hazing up her brain, she still manages to concentrate on demand!!! ODC (On Demand Concentration)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She is amazingly good at playing bass (did I mention that it’s DOUBLE bass, not electric, as in one of those hugeamongous wooden things, not one of those wicked heavy guitar things), and, even though I have  never heard her, I’ve been told that she is stellar at jazz improv. Which is quite handy, because I want to make a jazz band.

I am, if I may say so myself, quite fabulous at singing jazz, and Laura plays trombone, Mariah plays bass, Luke plays drums, and somebody plays piano.

Ok. I have to go.

Kimy

So. I’m homeschooled. It’s boring. We should have that much down by now.

Got it? Got it.

So what am I trying to say today? Well, nothing really. For any of you who go to ARMS, do you like it? I might go to PVPA next year.

Well, I’m not actually saying anything worth reading today. I don’t know why… I usually write something interesting…

OH, here’s something somewhat interesting. (or not that interesting)

There is going to be a schools performance of The Crucible on some April Thursday. You should all come to it once I post the date. You can tell your school people/rulers/dictators that you want to go, since its EDUCATIONAL. If your school comes, you won’t have to read the play in high school, unless

(a) you have already read it, or

(b) you’re not in high school.

wait– does (b) actually make any sense???

Help.

ANyone have anything interesting to write about??? I need a spark.

Kimaya

Hi people!!!!

I decided I really wanted to talk to you about Caucasians. In case you didn’t know, that just means ‘white people’ who aren’t Asian or blah blah blah. They are just American or Canadian people who have no idea where else they are from, besides “Europe, somewhere”.

I had a weird time grasping the concept of Caucasians. For instance, I thought it was an actual global location when I was 7 years old, because my mom had a book on her shelf that was called Caucasia in big black letters. So I knew it was a place. I believed that until I was 10.

In Canada, I was reading the newspaper at my grandparent’s second house, and I was reading the police log (have you ever read Bar Harbor Police Beat? It’s a really funny book about police logs in Bar Harbor, Maine, where you have to go to sail to Nova Scotia, but that’s another subject. *back on topic, Kimy. People don’t check your blog to hear you talking to yourself!* ), and I noticed, in the list of arrests made (there were 20 made!!!! Drinking party, I think), three men were black, and the others were all ‘caucasian’!

I was thinking wow, what is up with Caucasians in Canada?? Are they some Asian or African descended people who like to stir up trouble? Why in the universe would 17 Caucasian men be arrested?!?! And then I realized: caucasian means white.

I felt kind of stupid when I figured that out. All along, I was really into visiting Caucasia, where people act “all- American/Canadian”.

By the way, I am putting America and the BOTTOM HALF of Canada, like the Nova Scotia part, the parts that touch America, as an example to classic “caucasian-ism”.

This is getting so confusing. Did you notice that caucasian-ism isn’t even a word???

Also, I don’t think the Canadians say “all-Canadian”. I wonder what they say. Maybe “completely Canadian”? No, that sounds  extremely lame.

By the way, I love Canada, and I intend on spending alot of time there in the near future. Except for one thing: I can’t swim in the ocean. (hey, did you notice that I changed subjects??) I don’t know why. I like cold water and salt and happy stuff like that, but that’s it. I canNOT stand fish, jellyfish (except moonjellies), wormy things, seaweed, and crabs. Or other creepy stuff like that. And EELS!!! Have you ever had a jellyfish and an eel swinning around your legs trying to kill each other?? Eels are SO… um… (trying to be polite to eel-lovers, those fanatics far and few)… um… un-wonderful.

Also, fish. Fishes are made up almost entirely of muscle, right? So when you have a giant muscle (fish) swimming around your legs… you know? Also, I hate those weird green sea-creatures that are out at low tide in the morning, (about 5:53 am, according to the tide clock). I was trying to pull up a peice of driftwood for my cousin out of the sand when we went walking at low tide on our beach, and i pulled it out, and just for a second, I could have sworn there was, I don’t know, and little green arm waving.

I am so sorry. This is probably ruining your appetite for the sea.

Oh, and about the little green arm. I don’t mean an actual arm like a tiny green human arm, but like an octopus arm. Tentacle doesn’t sound so good, you know? Oh, then there was a fisherman guy who said that that’s how he finds octopuses.

Wait– octopuses  octopi? Octopee??? Never mind.

This is actually turing out to be rather long of a post. But I still have more to say.

I had another Beauty and the Beast show last night. It was fun. It involved chasing Yeye through half the auditorium, consoling Yeye from… um… “killing” people, telling Yeye something important, then yelling at Yeye because she was being “depressed”. Oh, I also spent those precious last moments at the theatre telling Nate to not do what he was going to do because I would never do what he said I would do if he did what he was going to do (do you understand that?), and threatening to poke his eyes out with my beautiful navy blue office pen if he did what he said he was going to do.

All in all, it was a good show.

Right.

Love, Kimy

I just wanted to let you know that I am not at all as boring or bossy as I seem.

I just finished with the first weekend of Beauty and the Beast shows. 2/4 of them were totally sold out!!!!!!!!!!!!

My best friends in the show are (in no particular order):

Chandler, Dylan, Yeye, Nate, Abby, Sara, Shira, Aliya, Pilar, and Bekki.

Isn’t that wonderful? If I forgot to put you on the list above, please just let me know, and forgive me, I’m tired. I slept until 11:59am today. That is the latest I have ever slept in my entire life, the closest being 10:30am.

WOW.

Beauty and the Beast has been a HUGE success, lots of little girls is Belle dresses came, and many people bought the $5.00 light-up fabric roses that the ushers sold. Being a wolf hasn’t been nearly as bad as I thought it would be, since Bekki (our unofficial wolf ‘choreography’ captain) made a treat she calls ‘Jesus’– caramel fudge brownie things that are SO amazing that I didn’t even stop to see what else was in them. I ate it that fast. I am going to have to steal the recipe from her…

As usual, boys will be boys, plainly demonstrated by the fact that they are in denial over the most obvious and un-deniable fact that I, as the only female in the ‘pack’ , am the Alpha. If you have ever seen the movie Eight Below, you will see that the Alpha of the sled dog pack is a femal named Maya. It’s just fate. Girls are born leaders. But, they are still in denial.

Bekki and her mom, Mary Ellen, made the 4 wolves tails of various types of black and grey faux fur. The 3 boys’ tails have fringe, while mine is sleek and daubed with silver glitter paint. Even the tails won’t convince them that I am the Alpha. I guess it’s guy thing. I mean, it is hard bowing to such a gorgeous nymph as I, right? Right. And if you were wondering, Mary Ellen and Bekki made the tails with this in mind.

Oh dear.

I must now flee.

See you later, dears.

Kimaya

Hi.

I’m going to talk about summer jobs, since yesterday it was 60 degrees (F) on JANUARY 6TH!!!! WHEN IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE SNOWING LIKE MAD!!!!!! Anyways, it just reminded me on summer, since I went on a walk to visit the horses.

So. Last summer, I had a really good summer job. I was an accompanist. I played piano. And little violinist kids played violin at the same time, really loudly. I also brought my cello, because the lady who runs the camp I worked at wanted me to play in a chember group, and in orchestra, because she was short about 4 cellos. Oh, did I mention that it was at a camp for violinists and cellists (and violists) ages 5 to 17 who play using  the Suzuki method? The reason why I put viola players in parentheses is because, out of the entire camp population of 100 violins and 10 cellos, there were  only TWO VIOLAS. And one was, yours truly, my darlin little sister Savita. The other one was this simply ADORABLE little 5 year old who would never talk to anyone, she was so shy, with a short, shiny little-kid bowl cut named Dora.

When I got to the camp in the morning, I ran as fast as I could, lugging my cello, my 2 book bags and a music stand (total weight value: cello-12lbs, music stand-3lbs, book bag- 5lbs, total: 20 lbs), all on my SHOULDERS, since I have backpack straps on my cello case. I ran into a big room and sat down at this HORRIBLE keyboard. I HATE keyboards. The keys have no resistance, so if I so much as sneezed, thestupid plastic keys would press down and make a beautiful sound called cacophony.

(please forgive me if any words are missing a G or K or R, those three take alot of force to push down for some reason…..)

After I played for that group class, I would run upstairs, and put my cello under a table in a room where my friends taught group class. Then I would have an hour of free time (did you know that “free time” means “BUY CHOCOLATE AND SODA TIME” in Chinese? I bet you didn’t !).

Then I played for another group class. This was the one with Savita and Dora in it. The teacher called Savita “Suh-veeDa”, and she called Dora “Doo-rah”. I dont know why. After that class, I did chamber music and orchestra, then went to African dance camp.

I did half day work, half day African dance….

This year, I think I’ll work all day. African dance camp didn’t really teach me that much.

Rachel has a summer job picking mushrooms. I love the smell of mushrooms. They smell good. Rachie’s going to be quite rich.

Now, I must go. Even though it’s Sunday, I have math to do because I’m behind.

Kimaya