Went for Sinda today...

Everytime I go... I face different people.... but its a new learning experience. I feel pretty much light-hearted there. How can u feel sad when u face a bunch of lively and cheerful kids? They just make u smile even if u don't feel like it.

Manjeed actually know that he is Indian-Muslim.... then he ask me what race I am. He then proceeded to tell me that his grandmother is in the sand... which I inferred that his grandmother is dead. Then kenneth kept calling Weiling (a girl) 'him' which I tried to correct time and time again but to no avail. Then there was this other little boy... he told me... I like you... haha... doubt he really know the implicit meaning of that. Wanted to burst out laughing. Well... at least... kids don't hate me.