The MMAs…
To commemorate the 500th post on my blog, I’d like to introduce the first ever Mars Music Awards (MMAs if you please). These are song awards given to bloggers who tickle my fancy. No democracy or popular awards – total elitist for who I chose to bestow my coveted titles.
Anyway, here goes: (drum roll please)
To Annie and Parsnip and Dana, I give you the “Beautiful MMA”:
To all my gal-bloggers, kaya, Jayne, Karen and i*maginate, I give the “Compassionate MMA”:
To the guys at Fat Expat, I give thee the “Culinary MMA”:
To the witty ones, EmmaK and Cunning_linguist, I give you the “Innuendo MMA”:
To Seabee, Dubaibilly and alex (double winner), I give thee the “Social Resposibility MMA”:
(Nb: I know the original was sung by Lennon, but I love this version for the award)
And to the new editions on my blogroll, I give thee the “Debut MMA”:
And for anyone I missed – too bad. Maybe the next 500th post…. :p
Randoms…
Apparently, even fossilized food can be sold for profit. A piece of cake from Princess Di’s wedding was auctioned and sold for about GBP1000. Hmmm…an over twenty year old piece of cake for one grand – I wonder if I could get about that much if I keep a slice of my 25th birthday cake.
Today was P’s birthday. Got him a cell phone for his bday. He liked it. Had dinner with his folks at Uno Chicago Grill. And I’m absolutely stuffed.
I’m too sleepy to blog straight, let alone write anything that resembles sanity. As you all know, I have begun classes and trying to stay awake through them is my biggest challenge. Not because they’re boring, but because I don’t get enough sleep. And my meds and speed-gobbling while driving at 120kmph on Emirates road doesn’t help. The only time I get to munch and take my meds is en route from work to college. And since my window tints aren’t great, I stuff big pieces in my face during the time I speed through Emirates roads, so that I don’t get caught munching in public during Ramadan.
The other challenge is to not ram my highlighter down my classmate’s throat. He irritates the hell out of me. He acts so arrogant and Mr. Know-It-All, when he really isn’t worth being called either. He doesn’t like the courses he’s doing, and doesn’t mind telling me so. Like it’s all beneath him. Now, this place isn’t exactly my first choice nor would I say it’s perfect, but I chose to study here. And make the most of it. It is a bit of a dump, student-wise and facilities-wise, if I had to compare it to AUS. And I do have second thoughts about whether I should have waited to do my Master’s. But I need my Master’s, and I do see hope in getting my degree here. And I’ve talked through all my doubts and insecurities and made my peace with them. And I look forward to studying again. And I don’t need this a-hole of an advertising big-shot to keep reminding me of my own doubts and fears. Oh, and to show how big-shot he is, he doesn’t put his phone on silent and lets it ring. Just to show how important he is and how he must attend all calls. Even I work. And I am needed. But I’m in class. I’m studying. I give my professor his/her due respect by listening to them. This is my meeting with them in which office calls can wait.
To end on a good note, I’ve received my first award from Karen. Thank you *mwah*
