Sketching Chinese Islam

I bought a sketch pad and a charcoal stick and charcoal pencil but no one sells the charcoal stubs I'm addicted to here. The sketch pad is also second fiddle, it lacks the relief that makes charcoaling so therapeutic, thick creamy paper without a face. I want to letter-write but I have no one to letter-write to, e-mail's too there to be ignored. I don't know why anytime I think of doing something with people I never think of family first like others. I should be used to it given how facilitated and entrenched the notion of separate realms of friends and family has become, but at times I still smell my mode to be a bit off.

Went to Chinese dhabba yesterday which was actually run by honest-to-god chupta cheenys who didn't know a word of English or Urdu and asking them where to sit? involved Rano doing MTV style dance moves. Complete mime and charades on what to order and they paid us for our performace with finger licking food. Two helpings. All over discussing not only the cartoonist issue but the whole Muslim-Western perception at LUMS as played out in AJ being DC-ed for imbibing alcohol in the hostels on campus (the warden films him drunk and falling over, what kind of a sick fuck does that?), the petition against sleeveless and the petitions for sleeveless and (thank jod or the Board of Directors I guess) for kicking some faculty ass for hyperventilating on side issue. Too much elvian rage over things like wearing FCUK shirts. Chutyapa.