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Sunday, April 30, 2006
2 surprises this Saturday.

I went shopping and bought myself a full suit (with pleatless pants!!!), a sports jacket, and a red baggy shirt.

It cost a grand total of 8 USD. Where else but the Wheeler School Clothes Sale!!!

During that shopping extravaganza, I was propositioned to head up to Wellesley in Massachusetts for the annual Gospel Jam concert.

So I decided to slip into my new suit and head up there for a night of inspired acapella.

For those of you who don't know, Wellesley is a small all-girls college tucked away in an affluent New England suburb. It's voted one of the 10 colleges with the most beautiful campuses in the USA. You can easily see why.



Nice suit eh?

Sunday, April 23, 2006
Interesting how sheer boredom drives you back to the blog.

A shot of me from last night's inter Christian fellowship dinner. It was a simple dinner with little fanfare, except for all the Brown kids who found an excuse to wear something nice this spring weekend. The Christian acapella group performed (and nick poon didn't screw up! Yay), and it was just one of those warm-and-fuzzy things you come to enjoy when you're getting on a bit.

(Although I found out later the hall we used in the Unitarian Church - not-so-good-idea to begin with - was also used by Wiccans for their 'activities'...)

Newsflash. Brown accepted FORTY-ONE freshmen next year. THAT'S CRAZY. We thought this year's intake was bumper to begin with. Besides figuring out what the Admissions Office is up to, we're mourning the loss of Brown being one of those exclusive Ivies....

Friday, April 07, 2006
Peter McElroy '09: A religious awakening - Columns

I'm thinking about responding.

Saturday, April 01, 2006
This past week has in fact been the longest week in the US for me.

Going down to New Orleans for Spring Break is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me this year.

It has been a week of ripping waterlogged walls out from devastated homes, of trawling through flood-ravaged phonographs and wedding cards and graduation certificates and Star Wars memorabilia.

Seven days of crazy fellowship, stuck with friends that I had grown close to this past year and now are mandatory lunch partners. Seven days that turned strangers into bedfellows and the best of friends.

Morning after morning of the craziest sermons I've ever heard, from a sorcerer-turned-preacher, a gangster/murderer-turned-relief camp manager and many a pastor who've seen miracles every day since they've been here right after Katrina struck.

When I thought I was going down to help out, I was the one being helped out of myself.

I found God everywhere I looked.

I'll try to continue to post a blow-by-blow account of the past week this week.

Oh, and when I came back, I discovered a gem of an album on Napster.