I’ve wasted an hour already on the net browsing for blog skins. an hour meaning RM2 gone with the wind~ And I initially wanted to spend some time here. I already spent the day at the lab, but that was to draft out 2 letters that a certain president of a society asked me to help out, and I managed to do it within an hour, and then spent another hour looking for some articles to refer for an assignment.(Already??!! -about time to) Went back to my room, have a half hour nap, had dinner, watched tv, contemplated on some things and here I am. At last, where I belong~ whatever.

So ok, Intercultural. And you know what? The very word of it is ready to make me vomit!! Undoubted. De facto. Verbatim. Truly. I’ve had enough of interculturals!! For the time being at least~ And thankfully, it passed.

The mahallahs of the university organized this supposedly grand annual redundant event known as the InterMahallah Cultural Week 27th -29th December 2005. All mahallahs were involved and it so happened that my beloved mahallah was given the responsibility to be in charge of the Intercultural Performance Competition. It was supposed to be fun. It was fun alright but the whole work process for it was almost preposterous. The central committee were preposterous!! Not my committee. I was the programme manager for this competition and observed all those rules and procedures. I hope I was good. I didn’t ask to be the manager but the experience was worthwhile. It was an achievement that I managed to give out ideas and people believed in me and trusted me in carrying out this humongous task. And Thank ALLAH that I got through it. All those meetings, the conflicts, the attitudes from different people, the worries, the late nights. Allah knows what else. But in the end I love it all. Truly am. Even when on the night itself, the technicalities went ridiculously bonkers to the MAX!! I still love it. That I could say that was MY programme. It was sweet. That I actually made a very hardheaded person cried just by trying to clear things out and I don’t even have to raise my voice.

By the way, my mahallah’s teams, only the drama team managed to get the third place. The hosting team didn’t win for the intercultural competition which was fine by me considering the people on those team, except for the Turkish girls, were rather snobbish and thought they were damn good. Heh Serve them right!! And because of them, my committee had to scratch their candlewaxes using keys at 1 am!! The singing team was good but one of the singers was out of tune, so too bad. I dreamt of glory in this cultural week competitions, after our overall championing in Uni Sports Carnival. But I guess the pinky girls deserved it.

Now that the days had passed, as always, felt quite lost but a burden lifted off my shoulders. Busy days will come again. And let me say this, the tranquility is only for awhile.

I’m seriously going to miss these days. Sometimes, I’m almost afraid ofletting go.