Currently listening to: Liverpool v Newcastle game commentaries.
The one game I couldn’t watch turned out to be the one game I should have watched.
I wonder if the new SRC board will consider my suggestion to allow us sisters the freedom to watch footie matches on the sole mahallat TV we have in the wee morning hours. The brothers have that privilege, why can’t we?
The varsity elections have come and gone, and I’ve exercised my right as a voter. I’m going to be tight-lipped on voicing my views in this area, but I’ve resolved that student politics can get downright dirty. The rhetoric that should be embedded in all the candidates and their campaigners’ mind should be one: what cause are we fighting for?
I did my first and most likely the last MC stint at the SRC Annual General Meeting 2006 yesterday evening, as a favour to Radziq. He requested, I saw a challenge, and accepted, only to lose my cool a few hours before the ceremony. Support from girlfriends (who should know very well who they are), encouragement from certain brothers and lapses of fatigue saved me from making a mess of a job, Alhamdulillah. Fatigue, how? It kept me from caring about the blank-faced audience staring back at me.
Colourful Q&A sessions, I must say.
I believe they call it the principle of accountability.
What a meeting that was.
Insya Allah, I should like to see the new elected reps of SRC to really make our votes for them count, assuming we voted for some of them who won.
As for me, I’ll continue with the things that have been built up over the year.
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I had a dream the other night.
Dear Heart. I met someone. Prepare to shatter.
I like loneliness. I’m used to it. Its liberating. So why am I suddenly worried that this postcard is going to be very relevant 20, 30 years from now?
Maybe I can find other lonely people out there, and we can be lonely together.
The more I think, the more I’ll forget. So I’m going to think a whole lot more.
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A more lucid entry coming soon.
Enough said here.
