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i saw "a mighty heart" on the plane to sk. while here, im avoiding going outside so that i dont immediately lose all the moisture my body has to offer. people already mistake me for my 16-year old sisters mother, i dont feel like getting mistaken for my mothers mother... thatd just be weird.
home was good. more time with family than friends - sorta the reverse of normal. no major clashes. some spiffs with my sisters. im finding that everyone in my family is quite selfish. you wouldnt think thatd happen with such a large family... especially since i dont consider myself to be so princessy (one members absolutely favorite line is "i have the right to do this!!" theyre not such a fan of considering the situation. so american of them.... which is super sad). i actually have a great amount of disdain for princesses. those people who are often highly materialistic and shallow and get what they want regardless of how it affects others. and stupid people. i dont mean ignorant people, cause you cant help if youve never heard of something. but i mean those people that not only wont listen to reason (even if "reason" is just the other side of the argument, and is actually not reasonable at all. sort of a matter of respect) but who have no reasoning skills themselves. the people that believe something without knowing why, and not caring to know about other points of view. weirdly enough, mama told me that a good university is one that will challenge you, that will shake you up, and change you. even if at the end of it, you believe teh same, at least youre stronger in your beliefs. people who dont care about that, i dont like.
and yes, i still have a problem with humility.
back to 'a mighty heart.' its about an american journalist in Pakistan who was kidnapped, and how his wife essentially spearheaded the investigation (shes also a journalist). about 3/4 of the way through, i was starting to get indignant about how americans always get upset about their own getting hurt, and turn a blind eye to the same atrocities going on to others. how many others are getting kidnapped by terrorists at the same time? why is his life more important? in the end, he dies, and his wife is interviewed (she was behind the movie every step of the way, and still works as a journalist. she was pregnant at the time of the kidnapping, and still trucked through), and she brought that same point up: when asked about her impression of Pakistan, she replies that 10 pakistanis were kidnapped during the same time as her husband. his parents went on to form a foundation to promote cross-cultural understanding through language, music and [something else]. kudos to them.
home was good. more time with family than friends - sorta the reverse of normal. no major clashes. some spiffs with my sisters. im finding that everyone in my family is quite selfish. you wouldnt think thatd happen with such a large family... especially since i dont consider myself to be so princessy (one members absolutely favorite line is "i have the right to do this!!" theyre not such a fan of considering the situation. so american of them.... which is super sad). i actually have a great amount of disdain for princesses. those people who are often highly materialistic and shallow and get what they want regardless of how it affects others. and stupid people. i dont mean ignorant people, cause you cant help if youve never heard of something. but i mean those people that not only wont listen to reason (even if "reason" is just the other side of the argument, and is actually not reasonable at all. sort of a matter of respect) but who have no reasoning skills themselves. the people that believe something without knowing why, and not caring to know about other points of view. weirdly enough, mama told me that a good university is one that will challenge you, that will shake you up, and change you. even if at the end of it, you believe teh same, at least youre stronger in your beliefs. people who dont care about that, i dont like.
and yes, i still have a problem with humility.
back to 'a mighty heart.' its about an american journalist in Pakistan who was kidnapped, and how his wife essentially spearheaded the investigation (shes also a journalist). about 3/4 of the way through, i was starting to get indignant about how americans always get upset about their own getting hurt, and turn a blind eye to the same atrocities going on to others. how many others are getting kidnapped by terrorists at the same time? why is his life more important? in the end, he dies, and his wife is interviewed (she was behind the movie every step of the way, and still works as a journalist. she was pregnant at the time of the kidnapping, and still trucked through), and she brought that same point up: when asked about her impression of Pakistan, she replies that 10 pakistanis were kidnapped during the same time as her husband. his parents went on to form a foundation to promote cross-cultural understanding through language, music and [something else]. kudos to them.