Cell Block Tango !

"...and he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife 10 times" 

             You must not be surprised at my recent love for dance. However, the tango is one dance that I really want to learn... my dance partner tells me its really hard. I love this rendition of the Cell Block Tango from Chicago (the musical) because of a number of things. First it shows, in a very subtle manner, women rising above the sexist world they live in and taking control of their immediate environment (Too bad that led to even less freedom). Second, its incredibly sexy and powerful. I don't know how they do it, maybe its the lingerie or their  voice or the dance but somehow they captivate my attention every time I replay it.

         
            Well... I really hope you enjoy(ed) watching it as much as I do. Its a thrill lord oh lord, I hope to be doing this to someone in the future - no not putting a bullet in their head - I mean the whole dance, flexible thing where the girl ends up doing a split on top of the guy. And NO, not for sexual reasons... your dirty dirty minds.  First, need to work on my flex-ibili-ty and start taking some yoga classes ;)

Lets dance a little...

Do you remember your Prom/Grad Banquet/whatever-its-called-wherever-you-are?

Yes... do you remember that one crush who you've drooled over for so long, coming up to you and asking you to dance? No...? Yeah me too. I got to my Grad Banquet late. Plus my crush was dating someone else... so awkwaaard. ;) Well if you were not a prestige member of the nerd-herd, did you at least dance? Bet, it wasn't ballroom. I had so much fun and the best time learning ballroom dance yesterday! It was so good I feel giddy and I'm not sure if I'll be able to sit still enough to tell you all about it.

So this boy I have the biggest crush on asks me for the millionth time to his dance class. I've been to the class once, and I learn't the basis of the Swing, but dear lord of heaven, I sucked so much and I was so bad one of my partners (with a Russian accent I think...?) told me "Trust me, trust me... stop expecting... relax... yes yes", so I decided, I should probably not learn ballroom dancing in the same class as my crush ever AGAIN. Well, lucky for me, I went back again and I had the BEST TIME EVER. By the end of the evening I felt like I was waltzing like a pro and I could do the rumba too. I had so much fun I could have cried... tears of joy I mean.

Do you know a little ballroom or latin?  Yes...? No? Try it a little and it might be hard at first but when you connect with your partner and you let him lead, it just flows. Although, I should confess that my crush had to do most of all the work as we danced and I had to try not to distract him... hehe but it was so much fun! I remember when my partner was learning the dip (what the picture shows), I was scared stiff: first of all, its not as sexy and as comfortable as you think when you are terrified of being dropped; two, I love my neck and my head attached together. That moment, among many others, taught me that you need to trust your partner not to do that, you need to think less and just enjoy the moment because honey, the night will come to an end.

Well if you're wondering if Lancel Lannister has made a move yet... sorry to burst your bubble but he has not. Yep, it's beginning to confuse me too. Perhaps a guy who asks you to his dance classes just wants to be good friends...  oh dear, I hope not.

Boy's Who Wait.

             

Today, the most interesting thing happened to me... but before I go into the beautiful story of how my heart is bleeding with hurt and confusion, I must introduce a boy who I find incredibly interesting and intriguing, and lets call him Lancel Lanister (Yes, I just begun the wonderful experience of watching Game of thrones, best distraction I ever indulged myself in... very stimulating show; and I mean that literally). He's tall, blonde, a little chubby and fairly good-looking. Infact, I shall cut to the chase - I like him.

                 I had a talk with my dear friend Anister, she told me a story of a couple. An Indian boy and a Vietnamese girl who loved each other very much but couldn't get married because of the conflicting views and "cultural" traditions of theirs but they waited 15 years until their family finally gave approval. First of all, "WTF?!? 15 bloody years? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" well, isn't love a bitch? Well, I'm in the same situation... not 15 years, dear heaven I can't even have a relationship that's stable AND last more than a few months. But this boy I like is totally different from me, physically, spiritually, culturally, f**k even our skin colors are at each end of the spectrum... not kidding.

                  Don't ask me why I like him, all I know for now is that he motivates me and intrigues me (I hope that counts). I'm scared because I value my culture, my parents... and they wont approve of my "like"-life but I want to be as happy as a bird. Boohoo sad story. But frankly I get their point of view so I want to be a good little girl and just make sure I'm doing a reasonable thing. Then all this got me thinking... if besides our pressing differences we do  like each other, will he be willing to wait (Goodness gracious, your dirty little minds, I don't mean sex, I MEAN date me). If he is, ours will be a love story cuter than any damn Disney story published in all of time... or if he doesn't like me, Boohoo, haha... just take me a few months and I should be OVER AND OUT. But dang, months... sh*t! Anyway even if he does like me, he's not obligated to wait because seriously, only people in love take risks... usually.

                 Anywho, mi amors, do you know that one person that can wait? SERIOUSLY, lets even bring it down to the nitty gritty sex part, what if you wanted to wait and you felt like you need more time? Or... do people now just want to bang whether or not their dating? Oh, too bad, we're sex-driven human beings and the sexually-rational/decisive human beings have dwindled down to a mere 0.099%. Okay, well boys and girls, lads and lasses, lords and ladiess, men and women, old sexually-active people... find that person who can wait. They say love is blind, I don't believe that, it might elude itself some certain truths, shut its senses from some revelations but it is never blind. So well in short, if you don't know anyone like that, find that person who's love for you is 'time-blind'.

I wanna make babies

I have been brought up in the kind of environment where making babies (or even the process of making babies) isn't really what is discussed until you get married. So, I am assuming on the day I get married my mom will give me "Ze talk" but seriously would I need "ze talk"?

My brothers and I are fairly open about things that make our parents cringe. And today while randomly talking my brother asked me if I wanted to have natural birth. And I lied saying, I will hold that thought until I find someone I can make babies with. But the truth is I have thought about it! I definitely have. 

The truth is as a women, I believe that I have this natural instinct which makes me want to make babies, and nurture and feed. In one of my classes we were talking about how immortality is one thing that humans strive towards and for women immortality is from giving birth to off-springs while for men immortality is from leaving a name behind through accomplishments and victories.

I wonder if my wish to make babies has anything to do with my human strive for attaining immortality. Maybe subconsciously I am a part of the same struggle as my fellow beings, trying to leave a mark. There are so many things I have already decided about for my kids. I know how I will dress them and where I will take them for vacations and what books I would want them to read.

Giving birth must be such a beautiful feeling. To make a new life in your body, to bring a new life in this world. To know a life before it is even familiar with itself. To see the little eyes open for the first time, and to hold the little being for the first time.

I can't help but want that beautiful feeling. I don't know how long I will be waiting for my baby. But some days I really do feel like I already know my kids. Like I can almost see them in front of my eyes. I feel like I love them. I pray for them whenever I think of them.

It's weird to love someone who doesn't exist, but I guess this is what giving birth is all about. A part of new life already exists inside of me, it is with me. I can feel its presence. Someday, InshAllah, I will hold it in my hands. And see it breath in front of my eyes.

As for the other part of the new life that exists in me, I haven't found it yet. I am sure its walking around somewhere on this planet right now. Living life, moving on.

-Hanging toothbrushes

P.S Just in case anyone is wondering, yes I do want to have natural birth.   

Ready for some shit?

               After over two hours of arguing over what our blog name should be (Rose Petals, Silent Farts, Gothic Wasteland, Living Dead, Candyland, Bearing Fruits, Hanging Toothbrushes, Hot Ice, Black Flakes and 3 Stooges), we decided, obviously *look above* GENESIS OF GENIUSES!!!!!!! yaaay? Good... So where are our manners? Cyberworld, we are three students studying at the University of Calgary (So obvi, we are Calgarians!). Our names: Caged-Bird, Hanging-toothbrushes (Now you know who couldn't let the name go) and Rebelling-Crystals. Yep... DON'T JUDGE. If you do, just remember our title :D. This blog is a discussion-via-posts among the three of us about everything and anything. We're going to talk about Books, People, Movies, Places... even the weather (Trust me, you live in Calgary, YOU NEVER HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT THE WEATHER). Please feel free to comment on all our blabbing, we enjoy responses because we love to argue and you know, the MORE THE MERRIER. Mwahahahaha. :p

              So quick bio about ourselves

• Caged-Bird - Quiet, calm, reserved, LOVES BOOKS, Hunger Games, Harry Potter (Now you know who's in the fantasy land), Game of Thrones, The Vampire Diaries, Glee etc...
• Hanging-Toothbrushes - ...Yep, 'Nuff said
• Rebelling-Crystals - (Disclaimer: I DO NOT DO METH!!, yeah, they (above) think my name sounds like I do  meth ) Crazy, loud and boisterous, sporadic and spontaneous, love laughs!

We enjoy having fun, we're sure YOU DO TOO.

So we're in our Psychology class now and we need to pay attention (Hehe) but since we can't all decide how to "sign out" (Like seriously, you'd think we'd all agree on 'Peace Out' or something) we're going to end with

"Talk, laugh and remember, when there is life there is hope, there is hope, there will be a way and with a way a new beginning, all is never lost until you decide it is"

So all, this is the Genesis of Geniuses.