Home

[icon] Daydream Nation
View:Recent Entries.
View:Archive.
View:Friends.
View:User Info.
View:Website (My Website).
You're looking at the latest 20 entries.
Missed some entries? Then simply jump back 20 entries

Advertisement

Subject:hola guapo.
Time:11:50 am
This is gonna be a short post as I have a lot to do in the next... one hour ten minutes.

So I'm going to Barcelona, that should probably be mentioned first. Porque? For the Ibero-America Leadership Conference put on by AIESEC International! I was originally supposed to go to EuroXPRO in St Petersburg, however due to a super messed up extenuating circumstance (it's really fucked up) I was denied a visa. Boo! Who knew the mighty blue passport would be brought down by Russia. Whatevz, yo, Barca is a pretty bitching alternative if I may say so myself.

I'm flying out tonight at 5, have yet to pack and still need to do some running around first... :| But it will get done, assuming I wrap this sucker up first!

This will be my first time in Europe proper (word on the street is the UK doesn't count) and I am uber excited! So excited I may throw-up from nervousness... But my flight is BOOKED! Hostel BOOKED! Bags (un)PACKED! Plus I get a stop-over in Paris! (Does anyone else get excited about stop-overs in sexy cities?)

With a new camera in tow (finally a Canon!) I'll be sure to take lots of pictures and movies and post them here and on Photobucket. Wish me luck!
comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:no country for marina.
Time:12:05 am
I think I should be from Texas.

comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:stomach song.
Time:11:02 pm
Stomachs are funny things. I swear mine talks to me - gives me insight into what will happen with my day and what I should expect. It sounds crazy, I know, but for me my stomach is a barometer of sorts. Take today, for instance. This entire Saturday was spent at McMaster with about 15 other AIESECers from 5 local committees - some new, some old - all participating in a training session put on by the GTA for 2 struggling LCs. Coming up to this Saturday I was quite nervous. What if sessions didn't go as planned, what if we all froze up and couldn't present the material effectively, what if no members showed up. But, as my barometer stomach assured me, the more nervous and worse I felt, the better my day would turn out. And turn out better, it did. It turned out great, in fact! What I was worried would be a boring lecture style training session ended up being just as I envisioned - an interactive, group oriented discussion about our local realities, what we can be doing better, and what needs to be done. Add a Vietnamese lunch in downtown Hamilton plus an evening excursion to Dundurn Castle overlooking the harbour and today ended up a very good day, indeed :)

Now, back home in Niagara the day just keeps getting better. Curled up cozy in the basement eating the best pork chops my mom has ever made, Jumanji is on TV and I just found a cache of Neko Case videos on You Tube to remind me of the lyrics to the songs I was humming on the bus ride home.

Let's hope this cough clears up by tomorrow so my remaining days off from school can be just as good as today.
comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:so trill.
Time:01:56 pm


Peter, Bjorn and John



The Handsome Furs



The Hidden Cameras



Gentleman Reg opening for the Stars


The Stars



Sebastian Grainger formerly of Death From Above 1979 opening for the Stills. There were 4 drunken French girls behind us who kept screaming a drawn out "SEXXXXXX" at Sebastian. He looked incredibly weirded out, like he wasn't sure if they were hecklers or serious.



The Stills
comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:of crackheads, pimps and curried chicken.
Time:01:08 am

Now when I first decided to move my present neighbourhood, I didn't really know all that much about it, aside from the fact that sketchy crack-infested Parkdale was close by. You can imagine my shock when I stepped off the King streetcar across from my future apartment only to come face to face with a 'Welcome to Parkdale' sign. The jumpy Tyrone Biggums-esque tracksuit-clad crackhead at the transit stop made it all the more real...

But rest assured, Parkdale's not that bad. Once the novelty of its stereotypical despair and dilapidation wears off it's actually kind of nice. OK, not nice, but it's not nearly as bad as everyone makes it out to be. Sure there are the crack addicts. And the homeless. And the homeless crack addicts. And the prostitutes; can't forget those lovable Parkdale prostitutes. But that aside, it's actually quite a lovely neighbourhood! Quaint, (relatively) quiet (relatively) and (relatively) clean, Parkdale is home to beautiful century mansions, cool little shops and is less than a 10 minute walk from the wonderfully polluted Lake Ontario (woo?). I actually enjoy living here quite a bit. Not only does my Parkdale address give me some necessary street-cred (I live in the ghetto, yo), but honey, does it have character.

comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:pace is the trick.
Time:11:04 pm
Even though I'm quite opposed to writing more than one entry per day, today marks a special occasion as it is both the 6 month mark of my blog (woo), and my 20th posting (which in LJ terms means a new page!).

I don't know what's sadder: that I felt this feat blog-worthy, or that it took me 6 months to write 20 posts.

Either way, good times, bloggy, good times.

In other news: shit son, Our Love to Admire is hella good!

And yes, you guessed right - there is an essay looming on the horizon (one week, to be exact), and I felt it necessary to divert away from that responsibility and seek refuge in this virtual junk yard.
comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:gimme (non) fiction.
Time:10:34 pm
(this post has a lot of parentheses)

comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:omgomgomg.
Time:12:23 am
DJ Shadow coming back to town?!?!??!?!?!?!

Ka-cha-cha! God I love this city!

Thank. You. World!!!!

The end of November, December and the new year is looking to be quite juicy in terms of sexalicious acts traversing through our fair city. It's a great day in the neighbourhood, indeed!

Upcoming shows:

Stars (with Gentleman Reg opening)
The Stills
Handsome Furs
DJ Shadow/Cut Chemist

Speaking of Gentleman Reg, I had a Reg sighting last week at the Rivoli at a free show for Calgary musicians JK got free tickets for as the organiser of the event was none other than Terry Rock - Board member and former MCP of Canada! Reg came at the end of the night and I nearly stopped breathing when I spotted his platinum afro. A frantic text and call to Diana later and I calmed down. I wonder if he realises how frantic his fans get when seeing him... or at least Diana and I...

All I need is for PJ Harvey to come back and life would be complete, until another great act makes a pit stop.
comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:no i in threesome.
Time:11:56 pm
I remember thinking way back in March during CEED prep weekend that November and our debrief would never come - it was ages away. How time sure does fly as CEED debrief weekend has come and gone. This past weekend of November 9th - 11th almost our entire CEED group reunited in Toronto to laugh, share and reflect on our incredible experiences abroad this summer. With the help of our brilliant facilitator, Sally (who's 62 and lived in Lesotho for a while!), we delved deep into our experiences and learned how to use what we learned while away and how to harness our new capabilities. It was so good to see everyone again after nearly 8 months apart and get caught up on our adventures half way around the world (or below :P).

To Manry, Carol, Julie, Melissa, Duncan, Richard, Brian, Harsh, (plus Layial, Mathieu, Steph, Messalina, Karrolyn and Rochelle, who couldn't be there), our unofficial edition Eric, plus our CEED mama Angela, thanks for an amazing journey of discovery, passion and adventure - I'm so touched to be a part of our incredible group and am so grateful to have gotten the chance to truly connect with you!

CEED-ah, CEED-ah, CEED-ah! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Some pictures because each one of these suckers is supposed to hold 1000 words:


Our group with our wonderful facilitator, Sally, who lead our sessions. She was so much fun!
Back left to right: Julie, Melissa, Sally!, Harsh, Manry
Front left to right: Eric, me, Carol, Duncan

comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:the lost art of keeping a queue.
Time:01:23 pm
Do they know it's Hallowe'en?

Greetings from the wonderfully crap and in the middle of nowhere Keele campus of York University! It's gon' be a long night of essay researching for this lil worker bee... But whatevs, yo! I got me the glory of Jane and Finch right next door to keep me entertained until I get the hell outta this joint! *Can I get a couple of gun shots...*

Maybe I'm too hard on York (or maybe I'm not hard enough...) but I gots me some complaining to do about the shit that goes down here (and the utterly useless twits that attend this lovely institution).

#1 Crazy old bitch (who looked like the woman who owns the video shop in Baldwin Village) standing behind me in the metropass line yesterday -stop complaining about how long and slow the line is and how you're gonna miss your class! It's York. Welcome to the shittiness that is! And for the love of god, stop trying to squeeze into my spot and butt in front of me! You are not 7 nor a cute boy. Don't think I won't hit a senior citizen!

#2 Tween-bop Polish slut: shut the fuck up! No one wants to hear your asinine conversation with your pre-pubescent boyfriend! I don't care that you can talk in Polish (ooo, fancy), know the hotdog vendor personally (not really a claim to fame), or are 'like so ready' for your chemistry lab. Shut it, tootsie!

#3 Pre-pubescent boyfriend of #2: grow a pair!

#4 Bitch ass man: stop trying to squeeze into my space in the 196 line! If you see that the line for the 196B is empty, by all means, walk to it! Don't encroach my area as a consolation!

#5 Ginos and ginas: please realise that the library is a quiet area. If you wanna talk, take it outside, capish?!


Now that that's settled, I have some happier news!

comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:i said, kill the moonlight.
Time:02:10 am



Oh fuck it, I'm going to sleep!
comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:kill the moonlight.
Time:02:29 am
Ohhh, hella sexxxy! Britt Daniels will continue to be my indie music crush forever and ever, amen.

In true Marina form (and keeping with the theme of this blog), rather than writing not one, but TWO essays due tomorrow, I am up at 2:30AM, watching a documentary about obesity on PBS and updating this blog. Horrah!

Never you mind: photobucket is down, so I cannot upload the pictures of Regina Spektor (some turned out!), Spoon (tres sexxxy!) and the New Pornographers (with Neko Case, y'all!!!) as of now. I think it's divine intervention.

Forget the essays, I'm going to bed...
comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:everything's always better on celluloid.
Time:12:35 pm





 
 


 
\   


comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:happy thanksgiving, dear.
Time:01:15 am
These past few days I've had a number of resonating encounters with the homeless which got me thinking about the state of poverty in Toronto and the people it effects. For a cosmopolitan city in a very well off country, Toronto has a high number of the visibly homeless (ie, those living on the streets). I know, I know, cities like New York and Chicago are in a developed country and cosmo, too, but the US system has many more cracks in the net for people to slip through where the Canadian one, at least we boast, doesn't. Despite this, it's impossible to walk down any major street in Toronto and not see at least 2 or 3 bodies huddled in the corner of an intersection, outside 24-hour fast-food joints, or wandering aimlessly in search of nothing in particular, or everything.

Being so visible, you unfortunately get used to swatting away the homeless' requests for money, like mosquitoes for blood; you become hardened inside. Even when I was in Pakistan where charity is one of the pillars of Islam this was the case; mavkaro [forgiveness] being one of the first Urdu phrases you learn. When I first came to Toronto (and I've observed this in others fresh to the city), I felt such a need to help each individual I saw living in squalor, hunched above a subway grate hoping for a gust of warm air to come from beneath. A kid I lived with a few years ago from Singapore once gave 20$ to a homeless man outside a McDonald's because he didn't know what to do. But like all big city folk, you soon get accustomed to the sights, sounds and smells of the impoverished and learn how to turn a cold shoulder to requests, diverted eyes and all.

Which brings me to the past few days - Saturday to be exact. I was walking down College to Lee's Palace on Bloor to meet Diana for the Patrick Wolf show. Passing Spadina, as I headed toward Brunswick to walk north to Bloor, a homeless woman passed me by. Instinctively I started to mumble something along the lines of 'sorry, I don't have any change', but rather than hearing her siren song of request, she wished me a 'happy Thanksgiving, dear'. Left muttering mid-sentence, I continued on my walk up the quiet tree-lined (and fancy) street thinking about what had just happened.

I think more than anything else I was left feeling ashamed of my lack of caring and compassion for those less fortunate living in the same city as me, and it was an uncomfortable feeling. All too often we don't want to look in the face of poverty - dirty, aged and toothless - maybe because we don't know how to tackle these problems, maybe because we don't want to think about the huge inequalities of society, maybe because we just don't care. Either way, by doing this we all dehumanise the poor by acting as if they don't exist and treating them as a nuisance for the city to clean up, like vermin. I'm guilty of this. We all are.

Today, I was going out to see an apartment at noon when what do I discover sleeping on the porch of the MC house but a homeless man. He was on the couch outside and even took off his sneakers before lying down, placing them on the green chair. Slowly creeping back into the house I had no idea what to do. With everyone out of town, and me being a girl all on my lonesome, I didn't want to ask him to leave for fear of being shanked in the gut with an aciculated toothbrush. So I called the cops, but felt bad for doing so, even though I was protecting "my" property from unwanted intruders - and I'm homeless in the city, too! Bah. It reminded me of this time when I was 8 or 9 swimming in a wave pool at Wet n' Wild amusement park (does anyone remember Wet n' Wild?!). Not being the strongest swimmer, I unwisely ventured into the deep-end of the pool without a floatie just as the waves were starting. With the waters cascading over my head and feeling the panic of drowning wash over me like the waves, I grabbed hold the back of another kid's floatie, only to be violently shaken off as he didn't want no freeloaders cramping his style, yo. I guess that morning I was the jerk-ass kid, violently shaking the homeless man off my couch, not wanting to keep us both afloat.  As the cop ushered the homeless man off the porch and down the street, I snuck out to meet my appointment. Passing him now sitting on the stairs of a house a few doors down, he muttered something in my direction, but rather than crossing the street and ducking behind some bushes (as would be my usual point of protocol), I instead wished him a happy Thanksgiving, dear.
comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:procrastination nation.
Time:04:28 pm
Holy mother, it's been a while since my last post, but let's forget those few months lost and pick up like we never left off to begin with.

It's been a little over a month since I've been back in Canada and Toronto and while it did feel weird at first to be back home after several months traversing the 'dangerous' lands of Pakistan (and not so dangerous of Turkey), I've settled back into the daily grind of Hogtown living. School's well into gear and with essays galore piling up, I've reverted back 100% into school-Marina - ie, procrastination nation. While I should be writing a (very important) essay due later this week, instead I've caught up on all the SNL Digital Shorts on youtube, reviewed cameras I'm interested in buying, facebook and nomadlife "stalked", as well as called up a number of apartments I should be living in.

I should mention I'm homeless. It's a long story (actually, not really - the girl who was to find Sam and I our humble abode for the school year, well, didn't) but the long and short of it is I'm taking the assumed but not so much implied hospitality of the MC here and have shacked up with them until I 'get on my feet'. Needless to say, they live in a bitching area (Chinatown), are a bitching bunch, and I'm glad to at least have their company as I worry my little head as to where I'm going to live, and more importantly, how I'm going to get all my school work done in this not so conducive environment for studying.

Irregardless, more non-conducive to studying is spending most of your free time attending concerts. Not that I'm complaining. Another highlight of being back in Toronto is the ridic amount of amazing bands which pass through our fair city and having my concert buddy back in town after a stint in the Netherlands, Diana and Marina are ready to take storm the alleys and avenues of Toronto's music scene. Last night we saw Patrick Wolf at Lee's Palace in what has got to be the longest concert I've ever attended. Doors opened at 9pm, we got there at 9:30pm and didn't leave until well after 2am. Both the openers were stellar with really interesting sounds, and I was pleasantly surprised with Patrick Wolf (whom Diana raved about forever - this was my first Patrick Wolf experience). All his flamboyance and theatrics were in full effect last night and the concert was an excellent first start to our Week of Mayhem - seeing 5 bands in 6 days. Did I mention I have a really important essay due in 4 days?

Tonight we see Tegan & Sara at Danforth Music Hall (excellent band, excellent venue), so with little over 2 hours to go, I should really hit the books and start this essay. My goal for tonight - at least come up with a thesis statement before heading out for the subway!

Will post more with pics of the shows later.
comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:kid for today.
Time:11:13 am
Today is a good day.

Why?

Because I just spoke to my dad for the first time in about 3 months.

I miss him.
comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:stop the search party! i am alive.
Time:01:06 am
Holy GDMFSOB, Batman, you sure haven't updated your blog in a while!

Indeed I haven't, you Boy Wonder, you. Indeed I haven't.

Yeah. So despite not having written anything in eleventy seven years, I don't really know what to write about. Sure, stuff's been going down, but it's been going down so fast I don't know where to begin!

So, with that said, the most important things to say are, yes, I am alive, yes, I did see the Lal Masjid when I was in Islamabad (it was totally safe, Ma), I co-chaired a conference for AIESEC Pakistan, and my time is slowly winding down in my new country.

I will for sure write something more substantial in the very near future (tomorrow), as I have to finish up some work at this hour and perhaps go bother a certain Mr Taha Durrani.

Pictures of my adventures to come soon!

So, I leave in parting these letters: BAMF BLR CLVG.

Enjoy, orgy.
comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:white ninja strikes again.
Time:01:55 am
White Ninja's slippers


comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:so long karachi, nice to meet you lahore.
Time:05:55 pm

So for now, so long Karachi, nice to meet you Lahore.
comments: Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Subject:and then there were 9...
Time:01:31 pm

These past few days have been pretty full and hectic here in the MC Mansion. Last Friday, two members of the incoming MC team here in Pakistan moved in – Nida, who is the new MCP, and Taha, who will be MCVPER. It’s been… interesting adjusting to the new reality in the MC flat. The apartment has just three bedrooms and a lounge, each of them packed with bodies; the walls are bursting at their seams with people. Our room, luckily, has remained just the three girls (Wangari, Joanna and I), Emad and Kurt remain the same, too, as does Yao (who is still alone! What?! Miso jaloux!). Our new editions have bunked in the lounge transforming the lone sanctuary into a hostel-like environment. I think hovel is the perfect word to describe the living situations in the ever-so luxurious MC Mansion. But that’s part of the fun, hey!

But that wasn’t it. No, no. The next day, Saturday, we welcomed another member to the house – Tomas aka KLepo, the new MCVPPD (or is it now TM?) who flew in all the way from Slovakia care of Vienna. Well, not really that far considering my long-ass haul over the Atlantic :P So first there were five, then six, then eight, now nine. And we’re not even done yet. In a few more days Sohaib (MCVPX) will be joining in the fun to make an even ten folks living in the MC Mansion. Party, party, party! :S 

So much has changed since I wrote that a week ago. Sohaib has arrived from Lahore, Joanna has left for Sweden, and I think it’s starting to dawn on the outgoing MC, members, and me that the end of an era is about to come. Ever since Joanna’s departure I sense that the overall mood around here has shifted somewhat – nothing major, just a shift. Nothing lasts forever. Considering I only knew her for 2 weeks, I was pretty sad to see Joanna leave. She’s such an easy person to get along with and makes you feel at home instantly. A big thank you to her and Wangari for helping me adjust to life in the MC flat and Pakistan, getting me up to date with the dos and don’ts, taking me out shopping and for coffee in Zamzama, and for laughing along while I read out-loud passages from the flat’s only Cosmo, even though they’ve flipped through that magazine cover to cover an obscene amount of times. Hopefully we can meet again and know that you’ll always have an open door in Toronto!

So from ten we went back to nine and Nida has moved into Joanna’s space in the girls’ room. Lots of other events have happened in the meantime as well. I went to the Arabian Sea for the first time with Wangari, Yao, Khurram, Ali Hasan and Saaim and even rode a camel! I can now handle a bit more spice in my food (woohoo) and have gotten used to people staring/gawking at me! The MC has moved into a new air-conditioned office located in old Karachi – a beautiful part of town showcasing British colonial architecture and a myriad of markets (like Zainab!). It’s incredibly unfortunate that neither the Karachi nor Pakistani government takes conserving Pakistan’s history that seriously. The gorgeous buildings that make up old Karachi are run-down, dirty and unfortunately falling apart. Think downtown Welland :S That part of town has so much potential (as does the rest of the city and country) and if only a little effort was put in, these relics could be a wonderful change from all the concrete high-rises and modern buildings the city is planning, and be a throw-away to Karachi’s past.


comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment Add to Memories Tell a Friend

Advertisement

[icon] Daydream Nation
View:Recent Entries.
View:Archive.
View:Friends.
View:User Info.
View:Website (My Website).
You're looking at the latest 20 entries.
Missed some entries? Then simply jump back 20 entries