Bollywoo dish
Yes, i noticed that i've been down with the bolly folly. (No i havent been doing foolish things, i just needed a word to rhyme with bolly)
This template. The song. The videos. Showing up school in a kurta.
Its the awakening of my indian genes. Which also explains the rapid proliferation of my facial hair, which is starting to annoy. Anyway, its time to cerish your kedai mama, count your blessings and packets of habhals curry powder, and celebrate the inner indian in you. I mean its just right, were are all (together with our culture) merely distant descendents of them.
So remember, the next time you mock an indian individual, for whatever shallow reason(s), you are just mocking a part yourself. There is no such thing as racial superiority, save your condescension tendencies.
At this point, i would like to apologise for the delayed, trackback posts. Last Wednesday happened to be quite an eventful day, 3 events back to back, and so this post will also be about that last wednesday. and dont worry, its like a mobius strip, i will relate back to the title.
It starts out with Health and Wellness revision. Always dry and far too general. 'Hints' were just titles of the topics we already know we need to study. Then came gushing in, like the cool irrigated water spilling into sun drenched paddy fields; through ushering flood gates, elation, in its purest form, from the deepest darkest corner of my mind.
Finally i could believe in myself again, as all that hard work and whining (thanks guys for the listening ear/being online in msn) paid off. I got an A for my two of my individual reports, after a D plus disaster. (Get it.. D + disaster?... nvm)
I even took a picture.
If all fails i might just be a health columnist. hoho..
After which, i had Ili's production. Remember i was blogging about having to wait? yeah.. that one.
I was a talent, playing one of four Bollywood Idol hopefuls in that episode.
The story is basically a parody of American Idol, though making a spoof of Singapore Idol would have been much funnier. Levitating around that concept, i played a Singaporean guy who plays the violin (a guitar and broomstick), song clip extracted from Mohabbatein, and doesnt even sing but makes it to the next round.
Mere naam? Sarokh Kan.
Just a posed shot
Caca as Ashwire Dye, Ili as Mas Idayu/hitler/female lead, Me as Sarokh Kan and Farhaanah as Karishmama Kaypoh.
and all this lime light, its just not my scene.
hohoh
anyway, how many anyways already. Today's test was very much a killer. Would have been less toturing to go through a by-pass sugery without anesthesia. Usually, i dont have a system but desperate times calls for desperate measures, noh?
I allocated 15mins for the 4 short question and 30mins each for the 4 long ones. = 3hours.
The Invigilator was quite distracting, and it was unfortunate (for me) to have gotten a seat at the borders of the teacher's menacingly white galvanised table, as he rocked himself from side to side while he stood, eyes roving trying hard to mimic the skilled gaze of the eagle. Unlike a mother's cradle, his annoying swaying was rough, each jerk almost seemed spasmodic. He kept rocking, probably to 'mask' his nervousness, for quite a while that i had to bend low, till my nose touched the hard test paper (pun intended). How i wish my attention could have been put to better use.
16 more chapters of hell
Pahlawan Putih
Yes, i noticed that i've been down with the bolly folly. (No i havent been doing foolish things, i just needed a word to rhyme with bolly)
This template. The song. The videos. Showing up school in a kurta.
Its the awakening of my indian genes. Which also explains the rapid proliferation of my facial hair, which is starting to annoy. Anyway, its time to cerish your kedai mama, count your blessings and packets of habhals curry powder, and celebrate the inner indian in you. I mean its just right, were are all (together with our culture) merely distant descendents of them.
So remember, the next time you mock an indian individual, for whatever shallow reason(s), you are just mocking a part yourself. There is no such thing as racial superiority, save your condescension tendencies.
At this point, i would like to apologise for the delayed, trackback posts. Last Wednesday happened to be quite an eventful day, 3 events back to back, and so this post will also be about that last wednesday. and dont worry, its like a mobius strip, i will relate back to the title.
It starts out with Health and Wellness revision. Always dry and far too general. 'Hints' were just titles of the topics we already know we need to study. Then came gushing in, like the cool irrigated water spilling into sun drenched paddy fields; through ushering flood gates, elation, in its purest form, from the deepest darkest corner of my mind.
Finally i could believe in myself again, as all that hard work and whining (thanks guys for the listening ear/being online in msn) paid off. I got an A for my two of my individual reports, after a D plus disaster. (Get it.. D + disaster?... nvm)
I even took a picture.
If all fails i might just be a health columnist. hoho..
After which, i had Ili's production. Remember i was blogging about having to wait? yeah.. that one.
I was a talent, playing one of four Bollywood Idol hopefuls in that episode.
The story is basically a parody of American Idol, though making a spoof of Singapore Idol would have been much funnier. Levitating around that concept, i played a Singaporean guy who plays the violin (a guitar and broomstick), song clip extracted from Mohabbatein, and doesnt even sing but makes it to the next round.
Mere naam? Sarokh Kan.
Just a posed shot
Caca as Ashwire Dye, Ili as Mas Idayu/hitler/female lead, Me as Sarokh Kan and Farhaanah as Karishmama Kaypoh.
and all this lime light, its just not my scene.
hohoh
anyway, how many anyways already. Today's test was very much a killer. Would have been less toturing to go through a by-pass sugery without anesthesia. Usually, i dont have a system but desperate times calls for desperate measures, noh?
I allocated 15mins for the 4 short question and 30mins each for the 4 long ones. = 3hours.
The Invigilator was quite distracting, and it was unfortunate (for me) to have gotten a seat at the borders of the teacher's menacingly white galvanised table, as he rocked himself from side to side while he stood, eyes roving trying hard to mimic the skilled gaze of the eagle. Unlike a mother's cradle, his annoying swaying was rough, each jerk almost seemed spasmodic. He kept rocking, probably to 'mask' his nervousness, for quite a while that i had to bend low, till my nose touched the hard test paper (pun intended). How i wish my attention could have been put to better use.
16 more chapters of hell
Pahlawan Putih
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