I’ve given up on flying carpets, the one in my hall just wont budge. But I’m still in search of my Jasmine, seriously. That fine blend of charm and confidence, those eyes, that smile, thhaatt stoomacchh! Chai! I want her now just as much as I wanted her then. Help me out guys, holler if you know where she is.
Then there’s the story of the three piglets and the wolf. I drew one of my strongest life’s philosophies from that story. And oh Pocahontas! Even worn out and faded Pocahontas boots stir up warm feelings within.
I guess part of why I loved those Walt Disney stories is because back then they gave me the freedom to disguise my childhood if I so wished. I mean forget the meager content of my lunch box; I could talk about the Lion King till you asked me if I brought anything back from Disneyland. (Even I am laughing at that right now). But my reasons for loving those stories have changed greatly, especially the story of Beauty and the Beast. It’s amazing how so many of us have lived are living it right now.
The Marvin Story
In Legon, there was a guy in my Econs class called Marvin. No, Marvin was not the kind of guy you wanted around when you finally spoke to your crush. His Bradley Cooper, ei sorry, Kevin Prince Boateng appeal just swayed all the girls to him. It didn’t matter if you covered him in a shirt inscribed ‘Jerk approaching’. Still the hot girls wanted him to have their number. )de ne swag b3 gye wo gerh right now right now. He was smooth and played the girls like Tetris. He slept with them like his grade point depended on it. One time he met a very sought after girl at the Central Cafeteria just before his 1:30 lecture, by 9:30 same night, Read More Aladdin In Kanda