i'm back i'm back i'm back i'm back!

bliss!

let's see how this goes!

:)

wall

What i learnt during first semester:

-- To actually study for my exams.

-- No matter how late you wake up, and even if it somehow takes you forever to get yourself to college, you can still be 'early' for Human Communications lessons.

-- People in college are even more/just as immature as people I knew in high school.

-- People discriminate. A lot.

-- Sitting in the front bench can make you sleepier than sitting at the back.

-- People actually care about what other people think.

-- The walk through KC smells prettier in the mornings and evenings than the afternoons.

-- We have to get our own paper to print in the computer labs.

-- Environmental science should be banned.

-- Girls are totally messed up. Boys are a little less messed up.

-- The value of fines.

-- People think it's cute to correct my pronounciations, but get offended if I correct theirs.

-- The library isn't very impressive.

-- Sleep is the most wonderfullest thing ever.

-- Shoulders are the most important part of the body.

-- Working in a group isn't what you expect it to be.

-- If you lend a pen to someone here, don't expect it back. This applies to any piece of stationery actually.

-- Coffee still saves.

-- Girls here use abbreviations a lot. Eg- LS, ST, MCP

-- Don't worry. Just smile. Or hug.

busy-ness

yes, i know..i'm all alone. all my friends have gone home...
*sigh
and i'm sitting here writing this when i'm supposed to be working on the reporting assignment, Evs assignment AND the history project..
maybe i'll go sleep for a bit.

song playing in my head:

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?

Come on, now.
I hear youre feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe its working. good.
Thatll keep you going for the show.
Come on its time to go.

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

Peace.

Toadstool

What is it about cats and their high and mighty attitiude problem? Dogs are alright. They come running at you like you've been best friends with them for the past 52 years...BUT! I've never had a pet. Never gotten close to an animal. So I make do with whatever is around me. Although, the time I spend bonding with insects and naming them has greatly reduced, due to constant ridicule from my friends...*sigh

modern times

And I thought I wouldn't be able to watch movies while I was here...tsk tsk
Our Communication Club lessons provide us with a weekly dose of 'oh cool. i'm finally out of my bubble' kinda thoughts, not very common with my peers, but is proving to be something I'm enjoying very much. Quite like being back in the Cambridge common room again. Yay! *sigh...I miss those meow-ish sessions

You know what? I just re-read my previous posts...and although I haven't been too pleased with being labeled with the 'spoilt-gulfy-brat' stereotype, I realise that I DO very much sound like one. Daym, have I really changed that much in three months? I mean after living here for such a short time, the old dubai-living, cambridge-going person seems so...so...well to put it,so 'firang'. teehee, how's that for a 'desi' touch?

But come on, I'm not all that alien! Sure I've switched my bug shooing and swatting habits to making a few creepy-crawly friends and naming them, much to the delightment of my friends (Gary did come with me on the plane though). Plus I'm learning the local lingo too. But I'm still the same person. Gulfies are a bit pampered I do admit, but me spoilt?? Oh come on. I've seen spoilt, and there's absolutely no way I'm spoilt. I just miss home ok. Nida is right, we just miss the place we spent the past 19 years in. It was the only home we've known...But yes, I've adjusted here. Everything is so real. There's a very natural, greeny, plant-smelling kind of prettiness about, which tops way over dubai's fakeness. Even the air is real, and not manufactured. I do miss seeing flowers everywhere though...In the end, I'm kindof glad I decided to come here, rather than being the 'AUD going daddy's little girl, who drives around in her little automatic car' (to say in Derek's words) I might have been..

I don't think I can take anymore of this MIC politics though. People gossip too much.

Ban hate. Throw a party for your enemy.
Peace

click click

Yeah, so here are some of my pics and some I stole from Mel and Uncle Ben.






<--This is where we bought bangles from. yay!

















That's me on the swing in uncle Tavi's estate --->







Pizza in cones! guess what they're called? Conizza...! And they taste exactly like you would expect.

<-- Wedding feet! Mine are the red toenails

raining curry and dosas

WOW. So the wedding is actually over. It's still pretty hard to digest. 13 days in Bangalore was just not enough. It was brilliant. The weather was yummy, the people were great, and the shopping was cool. In conclusion, the trip so far has been way better than I expected. Maybe I'll take up Saad's suggestion and post a few photos, when I get them.

But guess what? We arrived in Manglore this morning, and it already sucks. Mostly because I didn't sleep at all last night, and plus the rainy weather is too pathetic. blech

Ooh, but we so have to go see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest :)
*sigh ...Haven't seen my baby's face in ages other than the bookmark of his face I keep in my bag. Yay! something to look forwad to.

I'll leave you with a joke I heard down here:

A man, his wife, and seven children where waiting in a bus stop. After some time a blind man joins them. The bus arrives. The blind man and the large family find themselves walking because of the crowded bus. The blind man starts tapping his stick on the road, which seems to annoy the husband who shouts at the blind man...
"Can't you put a rubber to the end of your stick to avoid that irritating noise."
To this the blind man replies...
"If you would have put a rubber to the end of your stick we all would have been in the bus."

haha. hmm

blink blink

So I finally cleaned out ALL my stuff . Yup, everything I own is now arranged, organised, labelled and put away.

In the nine years that I've lived in this place, I never realised how brilliant my life has been. Although, at the time it seemed horrible. I found notes, letters, writings, drawing and reciepts from people I forgot I was friends with, and places I thought were really horrible. My childhood was way cooler than I remember. Plus I've known and still am friends with like the coolest bunch of people.

Meh, enough of this soppy crap. India here I come.

Eddie was right

Holidays..hmm. I don't like them too much. I like the staying at home-no school-can do anything part of it. That's alright. But it's the going away bit I can't stand. I'm not one for traveling. With people. And movement. And schedules. And I don't like aeroplanes. Or is it airplanes? I forget... Trains are awesome though.

So anyway, it's that time of year again. We're leaving for Bangalore in 9 days and I am so not ready for this. My exam's aren't even over yet...I think this is the first cousin's-wedding I'll be attending (on the father's side ofcourse, since we made it to Roy's one last December). The reason we (Juls and I), don't seem too psyched about this, is because we're going to be the 'youngest' ones there. But the wedding and the parties are the least of our worries. Heck, we have each other so we'll survive. What I really do not like is the idea of spending the rest of the vacation in Mangalore. It's pretty and all, and we still get all the comforts of city life we're accustomed to, but come on! Just thinking about all the 'visits' we have to pay, to every single family in town, gives me a migraine. Plus my cheeks are already hurting from thinking about the number of kisses and squeezes I'm going to get for "growing up so fast!"

I'm in no mood to hear any cute tales from my childhood, or meet my mother's third cousin's sister's son's nephew thrice removed. Or get made fun of my 'accent'. The worst part is, Mangy's are obsessed about food, booze, food, music, food and weddings. Oh, did I mention food? We are forced to eat 15 different types of pork, chicken and mutton three times a day. And if we do make the mistake of saying something along the lines of:
"Oh, no thank you. I had a very heavy lunch. I'm really not hungry" ,
poor Mummy gets hauled into a conversation which starts with all or most of the following:
"Don't you feed your daughters?"

"So skinny! And still so fussy over food!"

"Don't they eat Indian food in Dhubaey (I think they mean Dubai) ? Do they find it spicy?"

"Ah! Young girls these days! So figure-conscious!"

But I think the trips to India get bearable with each passing year. I think I've just grown tolerant to everything.

*sigh. 9 days left. I better start practicing my fake-polite smiles and bug-killing moves.

Whatever, at least they get better television there.

Oh yeah, I also don't like the rains.

contemplation

Things I learnt this year:

• I'm allergic to milk/dairy products.
• I like Batman.
• Girls love chocolate. Boys love chicken. Everyone loves food.
• My spelling is terrible. I am not articulate. I have problems with apostrophe's.
• I don't have a self esteem problem.
• I hate Disco. Can't stand it. It's dead because it sucks.
• Everyone's weird.
• I like my hair.
• Boys should have fuzz on their face.
• Girl's give in to their feelings too easily, and are very 'touchy-feely'.
• I like photos.
• The 80's are back.
• Dilu's right, I care too much.
• My first impressions of people are usually wrong.
• Nishu's not a movie person. I am. So is Saad.
• Flowers are cool. Except for roses.
• Simon and Garfunkel are not gay.
• The word 'cuticles' makes people laugh.
• New Indie bands aren't indie.
• Dude doesn't get angry.
• Petrol is expensive, even for the middle-east.
• Short people tend to be very successful.
• Mr Roberts paints.
• St Michael's church needs a new strategy.

That's all I can think of for now.

the great blogging idea

So hey, here I am trying a leave a mark in cyberspace. Not sure how long I'm going to keep this up though... My handwritten 'diaries' lasted till I was about 13, and then I just got too lazy. But this blog idea has sparked up some interest for now, and I've actually taken the time to sign up and stuff. I am determined to make an effort..

So last night was Juls' prom night. woohoo. That wasn't a real, enthusiastic 'woohoo', in case you were wondering, partly because i'm not one for huge 'bimbo-jock' social gatherings, and partly because my prom wasn't all that interesting. Nish and I only went because it was 'our prom'. *sigh
So, our prom took place some time in June 2004. Mum and Dad dropped us off at Jumeirah Beach Hotel, hair curled, make-up fresh, and nervous as hell. Wafa seemed a tad surprised to see us, and my fake so-good-to-see-you-too smile quickly turned into a ooh-looky-a-big-hall grin. We rushed towards where Emily was sitting, looking like a very pretty china doll, and then spent the rest of the night in the bathroom, safe from smoke-filled air, and disturbingly loud hiphop/techno noise, which most of the Cambridge crowd refer to as music. The salad was good though...

Not oddly enough, Juls seems to have had an 'awesome' prom night. But then, most people tend to like that sort of thing. I mean, she went in a limo with 14 others kids, so. Plus, she gets along with a lot more people then I ever did. Weirdly though, we do seem to share a few traits in our 'dressing-up' routine. I think we get that from our paternal aunts. Very 'mangy' and 'rodriguesy', as we would say.

Say, this isn't too bad for my first ever blog entry huh? later then, if I do manage to keep this up.