Rumplestilskin.

I am very sad.
I have such a meaningless existence.
especially now that the TCF summer camp has ended. i was volunteering for it for three weeks. actually it was more like two and a half because all of the strikes and the city's halaat.

I think the TCF thing was one of the best experiences of my whole entire life.
i love those kids. they're so friendly and nice and eager to learn and hyper. very very hyper. it's close to impossible getting them to sit down after break.
I taught grade five, and it was SO much fun.
each class had to put on a play at the end of each week, and they were all super eager for a part.
they were pretty good at acting, too.

This is my class singing/reciting labpe aati hai dua

Kachwa aur khargosh (the tortoise and the hare)

They insisted on having masks to wear.

they loved helping make them, too.

They all LOVED ludo.

at the end of the day, there was always time for games, and then all the kids from every class would run downstairs in the ground area. they would all -even the grade three kids- then start pulling my arms in every direction, trying to get me to be in their team. i'm surprised my arms are still fixed in their sockets. it's strange that they only did that to me and one other person. no one else. its like they knew i couldn't scold them.
they wouldn't stop until i threatened them i wouldn't play anymore or found another volunteer willing to play to be in the other team, or decided to play a game without  teams.
there were a couple who hung on to me anyway, even if we weren't playing a game.

On the last days, a lot of the kids came up to me to give me cards, even from other classes. I felt loved.
most of them also insisted of me giving them my cell phone number, but i never expected them to call me, but yesterday, one of the girls from my class called me saying that she missed me. That made me happy for the whole entire day.

Aargh i just want to eat her!

the twins :)

OMG I miss them so much.
I am definitely volunteering for this again next year.

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My whole entire life, i have hated peaches. loathed them. i couldn't even stand the smell of them. i even hated peach scented perfumes.

yesterday, my mum decided to force feed me a peach. initially, i was horrified, then revolted.

i protested loudly, but to no avail. the peach was forced into my mouth.

the first bite, i was determined to hate it, so i put on a this-is-really-difficult-for-me face, and swallowed it quickly.

the second bite, i realised, half way through the chewing, that it really wasn't as bad as i was making it out to be all my life.

the third bite, i actually started enjoying it. 

I still can't believe it. I actually LIKE peaches.

and then today, with new found bravery, i tried a plum. I LIKED THAT TOO.

this is all very strange.

i tried carrots again too, but i still can't bring myself to like them.

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The Chronicles of a Muslim Vampire- Fictionpress

Summary: 
It's odd but somewhat ironic that in this day and age, people are more scared to get on a plane with me - not because I'll suck their blood, no, but because I might blow the plane up. Oh, well.

Click on the above link and read it. It is HILARIOUS.

Post Script: I have realised i hate being called Vice Versa. i just don't feel like it sounds like me.

what kind of a name do you think would suit me?