<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844620232016862103</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:35:27.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If life was like a great cup of Chai.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chai Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16500706362307005098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844620232016862103.post-6832959817455128304</id><published>2007-08-04T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:37:54.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here thinking...&lt;br /&gt;that i really should be studying...&lt;br /&gt;not thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here thinking...&lt;br /&gt;that you were a waste of my time...&lt;br /&gt;all 3 years and two months of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here thinking...&lt;br /&gt;that you seduced me....&lt;br /&gt;you weren't that good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here thinking...&lt;br /&gt;that you were not good enough for me then...&lt;br /&gt;now  or EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844620232016862103-6832959817455128304?l=chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6832959817455128304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6844620232016862103&amp;postID=6832959817455128304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default/6832959817455128304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default/6832959817455128304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Chai Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16500706362307005098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844620232016862103.post-4686487439169663571</id><published>2007-08-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:13:48.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened.</title><content type='html'>So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;At night.&lt;br /&gt;On July 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wore pink pajamas with bunnies on them.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing I was the chosen one.&lt;br /&gt;I was given a treat.&lt;br /&gt;Two grape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;popsicles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had to let one melt in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;And wait.&lt;br /&gt;He was on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;A call from abroad.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulating him for being a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was allowed to drink my melted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;popsicle&lt;/span&gt; juice.&lt;br /&gt;I brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Crawled into bed.&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;But sleep did not come.&lt;br /&gt;He came.&lt;br /&gt;He came as a father.&lt;br /&gt;To kiss me good night.&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;It did not stop there.&lt;br /&gt;It went on.&lt;br /&gt;He went in.&lt;br /&gt;I fought.&lt;br /&gt;And it went on.&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;And it went on.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And he went on.&lt;br /&gt;I struggled.&lt;br /&gt;And he went on.&lt;br /&gt;I went numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He was done.&lt;br /&gt;He woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;From my numb sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to get up.&lt;br /&gt;To clean up.&lt;br /&gt;The blood. The dirt. The guilt.&lt;br /&gt;To change the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;And then he brushed his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Crawled into his bed.&lt;br /&gt;Smiled and said good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844620232016862103-4686487439169663571?l=chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4686487439169663571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6844620232016862103&amp;postID=4686487439169663571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default/4686487439169663571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default/4686487439169663571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-happend.html' title='It happened.'/><author><name>Chai Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16500706362307005098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844620232016862103.post-8237791957109021224</id><published>2007-07-07T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:21:04.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Privilege</title><content type='html'>Something that bothers me is the concept of privilege. And the lack of acceptance around one's privileged position. We are quick in pointing out our marginalized position in society and the consequences of it. We often see ourselves as victims, but we are hesitant in accepting the fact that we are not marginalized all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds all very abstract. I guess I am talking about my experiences as a coloured women living in a " multicultural society". In order to be a better human being, I am going to start off by acknowledging my points of privilege:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being a student &amp;amp; having access to education&lt;br /&gt;2. Living in Canada &amp;amp; having the government respect my basic rights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now. So now what happens after I acknowledge my points of privilege? Acting on it to do something meaningful, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6844620232016862103-8237791957109021224?l=chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8237791957109021224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6844620232016862103&amp;postID=8237791957109021224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default/8237791957109021224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6844620232016862103/posts/default/8237791957109021224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chaitypeofgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/privilege.html' title='Privilege'/><author><name>Chai Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16500706362307005098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
