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Saturday, September 15, 2007 if you get lost 11:00 PM  there are always trusty road signs to guide your way (:1 comments Wednesday, September 12, 2007 chess. 2:04 PM  so this is what our chessboard looked like. i had an advantage because the triple word score was closer to my side than his. i was also under the assumption that a chess board was black and white, but now that i know it's got colour, chess might just be so much more exciting! yay! it was also fun to play with different sized pieces. look my king was so much bigger than his, and my pawn was actually an ostracized bishop. which is so much cooler than playing with twigs and leaves. i still learnt a bit of chess (although when i come back i still have to relearn everything) but it was amusing insisting that the queen was more powerful than the king, naming my chess pieces and when my pawn turned into a queen i tried to give her a wreath made from weeds. see you when i get back (i'm NOT telling you) and don't miss me too much yea? (: 0 comments Tuesday, September 11, 2007 survival of the fittest. 2:39 AM seriously. it takes skill to maneuver your way through those tiny isles of shampoos and moisturisers and whitening products. mustafa isles are not made for indian bums. therefore, my logical conclusion, mustafa isles are not made for 2 indian bums. nor are mustafa isles made for 2 indian bums carrying laden trolleys and baskets. it's an all out war on who shoves who out of the way. playing nice is not an option. if you follow what they taught you in primary school moral education, don't. there is no such thing as courtesy, cooperation and carefulness and consideration (did anyone else sing the courtesy song other than me?) in mustafa. no one cares. quite obviously none of us paid attention in narkudimakkal. pushing and shoving are the values upheld. 'excuse me's fall on deaf ears and any yelps of protests of trolleys that 'accidentally' roll over your toes elicits a response that includes an obviously unapologetic glare. someone should come up with rules. who has the right of way? a man lazily swinging an empty yellow basket or the young girl huffing and puffing and pushing a fully laden trolley? quite obviously the former. give way, unless your willing for your trolley to spin out of control and risk falling very unglamly on the floor while watching the papaya in your trolley rise high in the air in slow motion and fall splat on your head while you attempt to clamour up among the rolling apples and shampoo bottles and fall back on the floor just so your hairclip can jab you in the butt. and mustafa employees, do less sightadichifying and move out of my way. and cashiers - would it hurt to speed up? i survived. thanks mum. 0 comments Wednesday, September 05, 2007 bored. 10:29 AM i should consider getting rid of my moustache but wth i am supposed to be a boy on sunday. hmmm boys can't go around having perfectly shaped nails so you know what, i'll go chew my nails down to their cuticles so i will look like a cowherd on sunday. 0 comments Tuesday, September 04, 2007 irritated. 11:29 AM i get the whole 'must-be-fair-give-everyone-an-equal-chance-bullshit' but while attempting to write a politically correct letter that cannot sound arrogant, and at the same time cannot sound like i am begging, i began to think, why am i doing this? the simple answer: i need them more than they need me. i asked one of the mandais there about my dilemma, and he says 'too bad'. TOO BAD. wtf. are you guys not fucking accommodating? how do you expect us to balance the demands of an education as well as cultural development if all you can tell me is 'too bad' and not 'let's see how we can help you'? my ugly ego rears its head here. name me 5 people who are actively dancing as well as managing pretty well in their academic endeavours. 0 comments Monday, September 03, 2007 akeelah and the bee. 1:11 PM "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Marianne Williamson 0 comments Saturday, September 01, 2007 E 11:00 AM ahh the closer it gets to leaving, the harder and more painful it is. it's tough not calling kent ridge hall my home anymore. 0 comments |