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I just watched a movie called Iqbal. It follows the story of a poor farm boy named Iqbal, who has a love for cricket like no other. He also happens to be deaf and mute. It is supposed to be an inspiring story of a young boy who struggles to overcome his disability and achieve his dream of playing on India’s national cricket team. Why it would be anyone’s dream to play on any cricket team is beyond me, but the fact of the matter, the movie failed to provide any sense of inspiration or satisfaction. There were no real struggles for young Iqbal. The conflicts that he encountered were too conveniently taken care of. A person in his situation would not have been so easily able to make his way on to the national cricket team. He so easily makes it into the cricket academy, and then is kicked out of the school because he hits one of the other students in the head with a ball for giving him shit. But instead of this being a setback, the homeless drunkard in his village happens to be a former champion bowler and after a little persistence, Iqbal convinces this bum to teach him how to be a better cricket bowler. What a badly told story. He didn’t have to work for any of it. Things just fell into his lap. That wouldn’t happen to someone who’s deaf and mute. You want to watch an inspiring movie, watch 8 Mile. Even those Disney teen sports movies are more inspiring than Iqbal. My mom was like “See, it was about his struggles…” What struggles? There were no struggles. OK, I’m done.
I want the twist dance from pulp fiction to be the first song/dance at my wedding. That means I have to find someone as nuts about the movie as I am.
I’m wearing three pairs of socks.
Went to sf state for the first time today to see what I’m getting myself into. I really liked the campus. It’s small, but that’s to be expected from a CSU. It’s friday and it’s raining so the campus was kind of dead. But even those two things give a sense of the stark contrast between SFSU and UCLA. I didn’t have time to check out the biology department and no one was really available at the film dept’s office but I’ll chalk that up to it being a friday afternoon. The lady at the admissions window was really nice and she assured me that my ucla situation won’t affect my sfsu admission. As long as I have a cumulative 2.0 between chabot & ucla then I’m fine. The small setting of the school makes it seem like more of a community although i’m sure most of the people who go there are commuters. All in all I feel a lot better about my decision to go there. And if I don’t like it I can always go back to UCLA.
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I don’t think relatives should be allowed to buy clothes as gifts for a person unless they are relatively close in age to the person or they are in that person’s immediate social circle. Millions of dollars must be spent on these hideous clothes that will soon find their way to the bottom of the drawer and never again see the light of day until donation time comes again. My aunt got me what has to be the ugliest shirt I have ever seen in my life. She completely outdid herself from last year (or was it the year before?). It looks like something out of Brokeback Mountain, if there were flamboyantly gay cowboys with their own Wild West versions of Castro or West Hollywood. I really don’t understand how she thinks these ridiculously ugly clothes would have any place in my closet. I appreciate the thought, but some thoughts should just not be released from the confines of the mind.
I’m going back to LA tomorrow morning for a day, just to move some non-essential stuff back up. My mom wants to go with me which is good and bad. It’s good because I’ll have someone to help me pack the stuff and load it in the car. It’s bad because I have to sit in a car with my mom for roughly 12 hours. It’s bad enough being in a house with her for 30 minutes. I’ll probably want to shoot myself at the first pit stop. I’m going to have to zone out quite frequently during the drive in order to keep my sanity.
I really need to get on finding someone to take my place in the apartment. That’s really the only thing keeping me there. Once that’s taken care of, moving will be no problem. The sooner I’m out of there, the sooner I can come up here and find a job and start moving on. I’m really looking forward to this employment break from my academic life. I think on Friday I’m going to head up to SF State and check out their film program and perhaps talk to a counselor about my unique situation and see how it affects my admission to their school.
I discovered that one of my cousins and I are almost exactly the same in terms of what kind of people we are. The difference is that she chooses to embrace it while I still hold on to notions of who I think I should be and keep myself from being who I really am. But I think that will start to change this year as I will be coming home to do what I should have done years ago.
Dammit. I want to write more and elaborate more on the things I wrote above, but I’m falling asleep. I guess I’ll just have to wait for another time.
