Friday by Rebecca Black

   It's Friday, Friday, Gotta get down on Friday!!! :D

Hmmmm.... How great are the lyrics?! Oh, some other :  Yesterday was Thursday, today it is Friday, We we we so excited, we so excited. We gonna have a ball today, tomorrow is Saturday, and Sunday comes afterwaaards, I don't want this weekend to eeeeeeeend....  

I was recently told that the infamous rapper ARK is like a money sucking leech, by trying to find the next Justin Bieber and sucking their money out. I hope so, because then he will NEVER get famous! Mwa-hahahaaaaaa!!!!!!!! (Because the songs are just plain WEIRD!!!!)  Seriously, the lyrics to the song are so weird! And don't get me started on the grammar. Coincidental, I'm writing this on Friday, hmmmm.....

The Countries My Feet Have Walked On

I have a list of places I have stepped foot on, and I thought it would be nice to share it with you. The time through the countries I've gone to, ranges from two days to 3 or more months. Here are the countries:

1. Tajikistan
2. Uzbekistan
3. Kazakhstan
4. Turkey
5. Switzerland
6. Greece
7. Kosovo
8. Albania
9. FYROM (Macedonia)
10. Slovenia
11. Croatia
12. Russia
13. Italy
14. France
15. Spain
16. Germany
17. Austria
18. UK
19. Egypt
20. Sudan
21. Jordan
22. USA
23. Jamaica

23 countries!!! :D

Mira

   Mira is leaving today! I can't face the fact, it's so weird! Yesterday I went to Mira's grandma's house with Ziggy. It was very fun, and if you go to Mira's blog, you'll see our weird pictures. When Ziggy left Mira and I got kicked of her uncle's computer and dragged ourselves to her small, temporary bedroom. We went down Memory Lane and played on MyScene, Bratz and Barbie websites. We looked like such idiots, but we were happy at with the moment.
   Burger King arrived and when we were done with our Whopper we started burping/belching. I can burp on command so I was showing Mira, and then she was trying to burp on her own, and I'll just say she looked like Melman on Madagascar, when he swallowed the party buzzer thing. It was quite funny.
   When my mom picked me up, I was in tears. I'm not afraid to admit that. I was trying to make Mira cry so I gave her my puppy eyes. Her lips would quiver a bit, then she would turn away and say ' You suck!'. xD
We did this 3 times and then my mom dragged me out of their front yard.

Mira, I'm gonna miss you like hell. :'(

Working Moms

I have a working Mom. You (the person reading) probably have one too. It's nice, having a more rich conversation with her, about the idiots in the office to the promotions and all that. I guess it's great. Especially when they get all mad at dead-lines to meet. They get all red and angry and even when you say OK, I understand, they'll continue giving more details, just like movies.
    My dad works over seas. My mom works here. I feel fine and so does my sister, but I do feel a bit sorry for my mom. Can you imagine working for like10 (or more) hours and barely having time to just relax? It's kinda scary. Especially when you have more than one kid. Because you might not know it, but you could be spending more time with one child than the other, and then you'll feel guilty.

And on that note, I'm happy to be a kid. And only a kid.

Life Update

You must be wondering why my blog is titled "Citizen of the World". It's because it's not easy for me to answer the question "where I'm from" with just one single word. It's weird. The reality is that my parents work for the UN, so I move around a lot but not this time. It will be my fifth year in Jordan! So it should be considered home but for me it doesn't seem like it...

I was born in Tajikistan but my parents got divorced when I was a mere slip of a girl. So while she was a working Mom, she got married to the dad I have now. Basil, yes like the Great Mouse Detective! From Tajikistan I moved to Geneva, Switzerland then to Pristina, Kosovo then to Greece, then Khartoum, Sudan and then I went back to Tajikistan for 6 months and moved here! As a kid, I was't bad with languages, but the more we moved around the world the sooner I would forget the language of the previous country.

Memory: For International Day, my third grade teacher asked where I was from. I said,"I was born in Tajikistan, but I'm American who never lived there; our house is in Greece and currently we live in Jordan as both my parents work for the UN."
   When my mom asked me if it was necessary to give such a long expanation, my response was simple: That was the reality, I hate this question as I never know what to say!

Note: My mom is still used to moving so each year in Jordan I have been moving houses!!!  How odd is that? If not a country, a house...

A Blog!!!

Wow! A blog!!! My blog! I've always wanted a blog but never really had the courage, but with Hannah and Mira's blog I guess it seems more realistic.

On this blog I'm gonna write about being a soon-to-be 12 year old living in Jordan with the problems that flow with it. I hope to write everyday and I will try.