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OK, so today is my 18th Birthday. I have so much to talk about, these last few weeks have been stellar. I have plenty of pics (mostly of me being cam-obsessive), and loads of actual happy stuff (finally!)
1. First off, Aida(the musical I was in), was absolutely amazing. I had SUCH a good time, and I'm really proud of the cast and proud of myself, we performed brilliantly. The show pretty much sparked the over-hyped mood I've been in about music lately. Youtube.com is my new favourite site, on there I found live performances from Goapele and Amy Winehouse, and they make me sooo giddy. I just have this vivid picture in my mind of me being on stage with a full jazz band and shit, vibing out and singing my ass off. Seriously, I wanna play small venues, The Jazz Cafe in England and the Engine Room in Houston. I wanna be on "Late Night with Jools Holland", I want an MTV Unplugged album. And shoot, there is nothing in my mind telling me that all this won't happen. It may seem like a foolish dream to some, but those who tell me to redefine my plans (which are realistic, I'm still out to pursue my education), will just get looked at funny by me.
2. The weather's started to slip into spring-mode, and it is absolutely delectable. It's so mild and sunny, I feel a tad bit hazy eyed and nostalgic (that's what happens when your first date with your first first is a 6-hour hand holding/conversation session in a park in early March. Ahhh.) I keep on going outside and taking pics and skipping around in the back yard and stuff. I just feel this new wave of positivity- things have been hard lately, but they're finally looking up. My world has that golden bathed-in-light tint to it these days, and I dig it fosho.
3. I suppose I should directly, formally announce that I'm moving back to London after graduation. I know it hurts those around me, and in turn hurts me, whenever I mention it, but it's a reality, and I can't hide it anymore. I won't even sit here and explain my motivations for choosing to go back, because those who know and love me know by now that there is just a certain direction that I desire, that my life is more likely to take being in a city that moves me like London does. This is not a choice I'm making because I want to leave all the wonderful people I've met here in Houston. I've just got a life to take care of.
4. My bert-day....was not much fun today. My grandma's been in a bit of a funny mood, and yelled at me earlier, and it was overall just a boring day. But Saturday, I held my long-awaited dinner party with my girls (the Three), and my cousin Amina. We all dressed up, wore dresses and sat around being all grown-up at our candellit table. It was awesome. Afterwards, we went to Wal Mart and bought a disposable camera, then to the Town Center and took loads of crazy pics (in the cold!). They definately made my birthday, I can't imagine spending it any other way but goofing off with my bests. Auntie Marva, my grandma's best friend, bought me a huge professional portfolio- MAN, it is so wicked! Now I can carry all my work with me on the plane when I go back, and I can stop creasing and rolling bits of my art. I'm so excited to walk around looking like a total art nerd with my huge folio, now all I need is a pair of big Hip-Hop Head earmuff looking headphones, which I'm gonna buy with the $19 that I got pinned to me today. I spoke to my aunt Hatice in Cyprus, my brother Simon, and my mum and dad. My parents went to a Jodeci concert tonight, very appropriate since I grew up on that totally-90's R'n'B/Swing. It's crazy, my parents were my age when I was born. I was only 5lbs 4 oz, and 2 months premature (lol, they sure did fatten me up in no time!), and I've heard so many stories about the day I was born. I know it was a milestone for everyone- my grandma's first grandchild at 34 and my parents' first baby at just turned 18. Well, I'm thankful to have come this far, and to have lived the life I have these past 18 years. I'm finally growing up, I can just feel it. Things are gonna be fine, I just know it. Woo.
1. Agbu and I as the 2 Princesses in Aida, Amneris (me, check out my gold-dusted everything!), and Aida (Jen)
2. Cam Whoring one super-sunny day. That was a wicked hair day too.
3. Pray I get into Camberwell College of Arts (which is also the South London Art Gallery)
4. My Dinner-Party Shindig 2-11-06
The Setting
The Guests
The Meal
On the menu was a spring salad with Rasberry viniagarette dressing, shrimp cocktail, honey-glazed cornish hens with asparagus and a wild-rice stuffed red pepper. Then we had this sexy ass milk chocolate/white chocolate/rasperry pudding-y dessert, all courtesy of Avril, The Culinary Queen, aka my Grandmother.
I haven't changed that much have I?
Newborn Shanaz
Toddler Tomboy with barely any hair Shanaz
5 months in the Caribbean aged 6 Shanaz
9 Year old Spice Girl Shanaz
8th Grade Shanaz (check my awful hairstyle!)
A Day from 18 Shanaz (with boobs)
I'm happy (and bored.)
1. First off, Aida(the musical I was in), was absolutely amazing. I had SUCH a good time, and I'm really proud of the cast and proud of myself, we performed brilliantly. The show pretty much sparked the over-hyped mood I've been in about music lately. Youtube.com is my new favourite site, on there I found live performances from Goapele and Amy Winehouse, and they make me sooo giddy. I just have this vivid picture in my mind of me being on stage with a full jazz band and shit, vibing out and singing my ass off. Seriously, I wanna play small venues, The Jazz Cafe in England and the Engine Room in Houston. I wanna be on "Late Night with Jools Holland", I want an MTV Unplugged album. And shoot, there is nothing in my mind telling me that all this won't happen. It may seem like a foolish dream to some, but those who tell me to redefine my plans (which are realistic, I'm still out to pursue my education), will just get looked at funny by me.
2. The weather's started to slip into spring-mode, and it is absolutely delectable. It's so mild and sunny, I feel a tad bit hazy eyed and nostalgic (that's what happens when your first date with your first first is a 6-hour hand holding/conversation session in a park in early March. Ahhh.) I keep on going outside and taking pics and skipping around in the back yard and stuff. I just feel this new wave of positivity- things have been hard lately, but they're finally looking up. My world has that golden bathed-in-light tint to it these days, and I dig it fosho.
3. I suppose I should directly, formally announce that I'm moving back to London after graduation. I know it hurts those around me, and in turn hurts me, whenever I mention it, but it's a reality, and I can't hide it anymore. I won't even sit here and explain my motivations for choosing to go back, because those who know and love me know by now that there is just a certain direction that I desire, that my life is more likely to take being in a city that moves me like London does. This is not a choice I'm making because I want to leave all the wonderful people I've met here in Houston. I've just got a life to take care of.
4. My bert-day....was not much fun today. My grandma's been in a bit of a funny mood, and yelled at me earlier, and it was overall just a boring day. But Saturday, I held my long-awaited dinner party with my girls (the Three), and my cousin Amina. We all dressed up, wore dresses and sat around being all grown-up at our candellit table. It was awesome. Afterwards, we went to Wal Mart and bought a disposable camera, then to the Town Center and took loads of crazy pics (in the cold!). They definately made my birthday, I can't imagine spending it any other way but goofing off with my bests. Auntie Marva, my grandma's best friend, bought me a huge professional portfolio- MAN, it is so wicked! Now I can carry all my work with me on the plane when I go back, and I can stop creasing and rolling bits of my art. I'm so excited to walk around looking like a total art nerd with my huge folio, now all I need is a pair of big Hip-Hop Head earmuff looking headphones, which I'm gonna buy with the $19 that I got pinned to me today. I spoke to my aunt Hatice in Cyprus, my brother Simon, and my mum and dad. My parents went to a Jodeci concert tonight, very appropriate since I grew up on that totally-90's R'n'B/Swing. It's crazy, my parents were my age when I was born. I was only 5lbs 4 oz, and 2 months premature (lol, they sure did fatten me up in no time!), and I've heard so many stories about the day I was born. I know it was a milestone for everyone- my grandma's first grandchild at 34 and my parents' first baby at just turned 18. Well, I'm thankful to have come this far, and to have lived the life I have these past 18 years. I'm finally growing up, I can just feel it. Things are gonna be fine, I just know it. Woo.
1. Agbu and I as the 2 Princesses in Aida, Amneris (me, check out my gold-dusted everything!), and Aida (Jen)
2. Cam Whoring one super-sunny day. That was a wicked hair day too.
3. Pray I get into Camberwell College of Arts (which is also the South London Art Gallery)
4. My Dinner-Party Shindig 2-11-06
The Setting
The Guests
The Meal
On the menu was a spring salad with Rasberry viniagarette dressing, shrimp cocktail, honey-glazed cornish hens with asparagus and a wild-rice stuffed red pepper. Then we had this sexy ass milk chocolate/white chocolate/rasperry pudding-y dessert, all courtesy of Avril, The Culinary Queen, aka my Grandmother.
I haven't changed that much have I?
Newborn Shanaz
Toddler Tomboy with barely any hair Shanaz
5 months in the Caribbean aged 6 Shanaz
9 Year old Spice Girl Shanaz
8th Grade Shanaz (check my awful hairstyle!)
A Day from 18 Shanaz (with boobs)
I'm happy (and bored.)