Category: general

i’m such a weirdo.so where i work, we deal with a lot of international clients. i was just looking up Limerick, Ireland, and I turned past it to Bat-Yam, Israel. and my heart skipped all tingly, like when you think about your birthday or latest crush.why don’t i get excited about my birthday or boys??

Morah Wechter, Mrs. Eisenberger, Giveret Haramati HaYikarot; I do hope you have all been fairing well. I was accepted into Ulpan Etzion for January 2005. Exciting, isn’t it? Oh, you mean you don’t understand why I would need to re-learn hebrew after all the hebrew teaching you’ve administered into my head? Hmm, perhaps you should…

let me clarify. be proud of where you come from. you don’t come from a place that represses you on a daily basis. you have so many options and all that other cliche american fantasyness. no, let me clarify. you walk in a store and you can AFFORD to spend a whole 20 minutes choosing…

never ever put a canada patch on ur bag to hide who u are.besides, they always know the truth and if a Canadian finds out then you’re a huge loser.

9-year-old girl i tutor studying for her spelling test: “Betrayal. b. e. t. r. a. y. a. l. Betrayal… I would never, ever do that! No, I would never. That’s not what friends do.”

did you know: after they fought face to face, the angel of esav named yaakov ‘israel’ because ‘srita im elohim v’im anashim, v’tuchal.” meaning, ‘you fought with god and with man and you overcame’. [gen.32:29] maybe this explains a lot. maybe it explains jewish atheists – maybe it explains human nature & philosophical struggle –…

a: u know what? a: if i had a choice between going to israel and having career passion and life drive or staying here and loving one man passionately and completely – shit. b: damn a: …we used to talk about passion a lot. and really, he never thought there was room for more than…

guess what? you don’t know me, but you know me.i’m the quiet girl at the end desk, making calls between staring into space.i’ve got loads of priorities, but you aren’t one of them.i sit in this chair at this desk between getting drunk on weekends.i’m living and you’re probably dead. so remember, you don’t pay…

you know you’re an unemployed college graduate when… you’re so bored that you find yourself smoking up at 2 pm on a weekday.

i’d sit along the swimming pool, dangling my legs, cradling an unlit cigarette between my fingers, watching an old fat Israeli lady swimming slow laps across the length. her skin, over the sun; her body, over the health; she’s smoked her way to a comfortable age where it’s too late to regret and to easy…

where you’re on the phone with your mom, discussing the future,and a bunch of 7-year-old boys sit and watch you talking,and one comes up and says, ‘at tzocheket o bocha?’so you have to answer to him, ‘tzocheket,’and after the worried 7-year-olds all laugh and dance around,sweet smiles and, ‘bye chamuda!’so you can laugh and wave…

everytime i visited the old city of jerusalem, i felt different. first time – forced awe.second time – refined awe.third time – actually prayed.fourth time – saw art.fifth time – checked off the ‘to do’ list.sixth time – resentment. …maybe it’s because it was post thesis on survival theory.…maybe it’s because i’m actually moving here…