InDiAn DiVa

These are the little words of wisdom.

Don’t be mean to people.

The Indian Diva

Sarcasm: I can tell you all love me from the incredibly high number of posts I have 

Fact: When you are terrified, you cannot say the letter “s”

Fact: Hippos have red sweat

Fact: Hate hurts, and it’s bad but I do it.

Fiction: Fictionfiction

Fact: My feet hurt

Fact: I am married to a cake

Fact: If you want to break a beer bottle easily you should fill it with water

Fact: Sometimes we need to escape

Fiction: I am married to a sandwich

Fiction: Lord of The Rings

Fiction: science

Fact: I am very bad at math

Fact: I am allergic to cats

Fact: I hate narrowminded people

Fact: I am feeling sick

Fact: Jillian is mad at me for something she didnt even bother READING

Fact: I am going to shriek

Sarcasm: I love Dust

Fiction: I am happy

Fact: NO fact

Fiction: NO fiction

Have a nice day, from Me: TID

Hey, and sorry I havn’t been posting lately…

Ok, about squirrels: two days ago, I was walking in the dark to a chamber music concert at Mount Holyoke College, and I was talking to Amara on my mom’s cell phone… when suddenly I see this dead squirrel. First, I started freaking out and running in circles, then I kind of collapsed and started crying for four reasons:

First, it was so sad that a squirrel should have to die before its time by one of our own inventions.

Second, I felt really bad for its family or other squirrelmates who were waiting at ‘home’ for it.

Third, it was a total shock, because I was having a zippedy-do-dah day, and then it was thrown in disarray because I wasn’t expecting it at all.

Fourth, I just really needed an outlet… you know, like a reason to be sad…

Now you probably think I am a very strange and sometimes-intensely-sentimental-over-insignificant-things-like-dead-squirrels. But just sympathize with me.

Now, on a lighter note, you should all come to this fabulous folk festival in Natick, Massachusetts. I know it’s about an hour or two from where Moon lives, but I still think that if you live within two and a half hours of Natick, it’s very worth it. Ask Jill.

The folk festival is called NEFFA (New England Folk Festival Association), and they have lots of international exotic foods, and international folk dance groups performing, and lots of stuff to buy (hehe), and my personal favorite, contra dances.

It’s a very homey feeling festival, with fiddle jams in the hallways (where people just pop out thier instruments and play along). There is even a man who always brings a double bass he made from a huuuge tuna can and a rope (it sounds pretty good!)!

There is alot of batik and tie dye clothing, and CD’s of folk music, and plennnty of silver jewelry. Also, there is a woman who sellf knives, and one who sells handmade shoes and felted hats. You can even buy teeny-tiny books, violins, or medeival clothing there!

It is on April 21, 22, and 23 (Friday, Saturday and Sunday). I will be there at least the 22nd and 23rd, if not the 21st too.

My family sells Indian food there, because we are all East Indian (thus, the Indian Diva). If you are interested in going, pleeeeaaaassseee email me at Kimaya8@aol.com .

I am soooooo sorry if I sound like one gigantic advertisement, but I just ADORE NEFFA. Also, I am just dying to see you, Moon. I think you would really love it, there are lots of hippie people there.

Please at least ask about it. I would even give you free food if you come!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and please visit Chandler’s (my friend) blog: www.chandler-humorbunny.blogspot.com .

Love and kisses,

The Indian Diva (Kimy)

P.S. COME TO NEFFA!!!!! :-*

Happy belated Valentine’s day!!

Alot of people have been saying that the middle school and early high school years are especially hard on V-day if you’re boyfriend/girlfriend-less. What do you think?

I think that for me it’s not THAAAT bad, because I get to sit around at home and be all normal… But I’m stuck wondering if my friends need emotional support on V-day….(I can think of a few that do).

But I think I know why I’m not flying after a guy… trust me, I do like one, but I live a NON SOCIAL LIFE!!!!!! Actually, I do an amazing multitude of social things (African dance rock on!). But I have absolutely NO CLUE how to communicate with a guy. Isn’t that rawwwwwwther sad? 

Sure, I’m interested in pursuing a meaningful relationship with a  human of the opposite sex, but my social boy/girl instinctive interaction switch must be turned off. The last time I actually went to school with any boys was about….7 years ago.

I have been having to re-define the world since I began to be social at PVPA (where I take my dance classes). You have abolutely NO idea how hard it is to RE-DEFINE EVERYTHING. If you say anything, you have to be careful you put the emphasis on the right words so as not to make it come across as it’s double meaning.

Nearly everything has a symbolic meaning now, even hairstyles. You have to be careful how loudly you talk, and how you walk, even how you breathe. The world is out to get you with double, triple, quadruple meanings of ordinary phrases, such as ‘I did it’ or ‘Do you need help?’ or even the way you say ‘hi’.

I think that a big reason why V-Day is so hard is that you’re constantly being judged. So many people who are striving to be the perfect person are losing thier personalities and becoming shallow. They wear what other people wear, the breathe, talk, walk, smile like outher people do. They look for the double meanings of everything so they can catch you saying something ‘wrong’ so they can feel better than you do… Those kind of people are called SOCIAL CLONES.

They are spitting images of each other. They are the same. Clones, clones, clones. It’s disgusting! But you can’t have a ‘real’ relationship if your ears are too big or you can’t fit into a size zero like the rest of the world can.

The awful paradox of it all: If you’re not a social clone, you can’t live ‘normally’ and interact the same way. If you are a social clone, you’re promoting unhealthy, negative STEREOTYPING.

Can you imagine the world being a stereotype? With the martians looking down on us through telescopes and saying ‘those human things, ther all come the same: Abercrombie & Fitch clothes, skinny like rods, and full of coke’?!?

It’s going to happen. That’s why I encourage you to be as different as possible. Because if a fad like being the same can change, it’s going to change to a fad of being different. Think, if stores would sell one blue sneaker and one yellow one as a pair. Or better yet, sell shoes individually!

BE YOURSELF. That’s my only advice for you, for the world. And if being yourself means being a social clone, find anouther self to try.

Individuality forever!!!! (save the whales!!!!)

The Indian Diva (Kimy)

Hihihihihihihihihiiiiii!!!!!!

I’m still sooooo happy to be back… Ok, I’ll stop.

I went to the orthodontist last week, after I had my records done, and he says ‘Ok, Kimaya has to have her two bicuspids pulled to make room for this canine and her wisdom teeth, wich we’ll keep in, and so she’ll have braces for two years and a palate expander for one and a half, that will be $$$$$$’. And he said it like it was no big deal!!!

Ok, three things wrong with his little idea for my teeth:

1. Not ever in this life or the next will I want ANY of my teeth pulled. But do I have a big choice? No.

2. How am I supposed to eat with a palate expander in my head?!? How am I supposed to SING?!? Also, it will probably hurt me and give me headaches.

3. I have an evil little (big) canine which is six years overdue. It’s sitting at the top of my gum looking hideous and forebodeing. It also hurts.

I’m probably not going to care when I actually do get my teeth rearranged, I’ll just be taking it out on you, by writing about how many headaches I’ve gotten. If I get to whiny, PLEASE tell me to stop, because I tend to be the world’s biggest hypocrite and tell people not to whine because I want to. Ya know?

Ok, I’m so sorry this is such a short and unpleasant (whiny) post, but I need to go sleep, and I’ll post again when I’m all happy later today…

Did anyone leave an ‘anonymous admirer’ post on Amara’s blog? (www24chocolate24.blogspot.com) she’s gotten two so far and it’s weird…

Millions and gazillions truckloads of love to all of you,

The Indian DIva (Kimy)

Hello, world! I’m back and ecastic to be back amongst my element… the darling computer (!).

Oh, I have missed you all soooooo much. SO MUCH. It’s not even realistic how much I’ve missed you…. so, how was it?

It was purely inconvenient an irritating. I couldn’t see who had signed my anti-Abercrombie & Fitch petition, I couldn’t call my friends to ask them about the dance class I took, or to get advice, I had to have go-betweens for every social thing I did, and worst, I couldn’t see if you were posting.

Thank you, Tash for posting!!!! I love you!!!!!!!

I suggest that you try one single WEEK without technology. It’s nerve-racking.

Now, onto my life…

I am now taking four african dance classes a week now, instead of two. I was taking 45 minutes on Monday and Wednesday, but now I do and hour and a laf with two groups on Mon. and Wed.

Amara turned thirteen in february!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMARA!!!

Also, February 11th was the two-month anniversary of National Safety Pin Awareness Day… a new holiday invented by the incredible, fabulous, super-very-extra-uber-molto-special INDIAN DIVA!!!!

*(short pause while I give myself a hug)*

In May (the 5th), I become a teenager….me, so young, yet already the Queen of Planet Simsaben, prime regent of Planet Earth, and perfecting my plans to seize Universal dominance…ahh, how poetic.

POETRY!!!! If you have poetry to share, please post it all, and I will show it on my blog the next one or two days later….

(Sorry about the abrupt change of mind, my stream of consiouness tends to leap about.)

About Abercrombie & Fitch, If you visit either one of thier websites; www.abercrombie.com , www.abercrombieandfitch.com , you will see rather disturbing pictures of shirtless men holding footballs, or cleverly covered shirtless women playing violin with the help of a shirtless man. It’s degrading and demoralizing for these women an men to have thier chests pasted across billboards, and ALL OVER the web. Where are the “big egos of American women and men”?!? Why are we all becoming social clones?!? Our already shallow personas (as a whole) are becoming shallower!!!!!

Look at this article,

http://www.salon.com/mwt/feature/2006/01/24/jeffries/index_np.html

It requires you to take a free pass to read the whole article, but it’s woth it. The 61-year old owner of A & F is picterd at the top, his craggy cliffs of blonde (dyed) eyebrows obscuring his eyes…

Well, I kind of have to go…. but in the mean time, please visit my friend Amara, Moon and Tash’s blogs:

www.24chocolate24.blogspot.com

www.irishchick.blog.com

www.natasha14.blog.com

Thank you, and Peace,

The Indian Diva (Kimy)