Anyway, I'm warning you right now: this post is going to be about everything and nothing. I've always wanted to write a post about nothing. Why? I haven't a clue.
The title is a phrase that the main character in Om Shanti Om says when he's acting as Mohabbath Man! I like that phrase. OOLIBABA! Mohabbath Man says it when he wants to fly, but I think it would be useful for awkward silences.
Or maybe it would just cause more silence...what exactly can you say in response to "Oolibaba"?
I remembered two more truths that I could have posted on my "Lies and Propaganda" post. Except I forgot one of them. Oh well.
1. When I was little, I was only punished once with a time-out, and that time-out was a failure. Why? Because time-outs are supposed to make you feel miserable and bored out of your mind, but I, being the clever person that I am, grabbed a book first and then went to my room. Needless to say, I was the opposite of bored.
I saw a spider in my bathroom the other day. I opened the door to let it out. Usually, I'd trap it in a cup and release it after I was done taking a bath/doing my business, but usually I'd forget to release it and let it starve to death. Poor spiders.
After reading Blue Jasmine by Kashmira Sheth (my sister checked the book out, but I wanted to read it, so I did), I realized how weird it is that something (symbols, colors, etc.) can mean one thing in one country, but can mean a completely different thing in another country. Take, for instance, the color red. Over here, red is...just a color, really. It was my fifth grade teacher's oldest daughter's favorite color, so she wrote some names down in red. (I think she was just writing everyone's name down. This was a few years before I was in fifth grade, so I don't really know [or remember] the details.) Then someone cried and said, "Why are you wishing me death?" Apparently, in some Asian culture (I forgot which), if you write someone's name in red, you are wishing them death.
The example used in Blue Jasmine was the swastika. In India, the swastika is used for good wishes and good fortune. But everywhere else in the world, it is the abhorred symbol of Nazism.
Speaking of Indian stuff, one of my favorite Indian movies is 3 Idiots. It is HILARIOUS! And I love how, when the "idiots" (who aren't really idiots) are performing the first ever "vacuum-cleaner birth" (they were trying to extract a baby [the principal's grandchild] when the mother got tired through a modified vacuum-cleaner) and end up with a stillborn, the baby comes back to life when one of the "idiots" says the phrase, "Aal izz well." If that really does work, then that would eliminate infant mortality! So then, mothers in poor countries wouldn't have to have more babies, and that would reduce the population! But then again, that doesn't make sense because more babies will survive, so...huh. This isn't as simple as I thought.
There have been so many earthquakes this year! Today (July 7) at 4:54 PM (Pacific Standard Time) there was a 5.7 magnitude earthquake. SCARY. The big one might hit. Four years ago, when I was in sixth grade, my teacher said we were overdue for an earthquake. Of course that night, I freaked out, and then later I forgot about it. But now, the fear of an earthquake has reemerged. WHAT IF???
Time for a change of subject! I decided to depict Zella's quite frightening transformation from a "twenty year old nerd" into a "raving granny brandishing her cane like a weapon."
Frightening, is it not?
And here is another random picture!
What is it? At first glance, it looks like a picture of any baby with...uh, UNUSUALLY long hair, but then you notice the cane. And the strands of gray hair. What kind of baby is this? Is this a baby? Is the picture supposed to represent second childhood? How, as children, we wanted to always become older, but now, we want to become younger? Or does it represent how I sometimes feel really old and sometimes really young? (Hint: The last one is correct.)
TTFN! Tata for now!