Have a laugh

Haha, the shenanigens of our dear, beloved Amtia (ie. the neighbourhood cutie)

• She happened to have a piece of tissue in her hand today that she was putting in her mouth (the girl seems to like the taste). She was asked by my sis, "Amrita, tumi tissue khachcho?" "Hmm" "Amrita, tumi tissue khachcho keno?" "Because I have nothing else to eat"!!! The girl is only about to become 3 in a couple of months.
• For around 10 minutes she was singing God-knows-what and dancing along, non-stop. If only we had a camera to record it.... but i did manage to record it audio. If anyone's interested, remind me to play it next time you come over to my house.
• I'm always reminding her to call my mum Aunty-mama. Despite that, this is what the cheeky thing says... She called ammu 'aunty' and ammu asked her why doesn't she say aunty-mama. And Amtia replies, "Because Ema didi said"!!! Happy to blame it on anyone but herself!!!

Anyways [4], it's very late, and I have a morning to catch upto.
So cheerio,
Ma'assalaama

update required

I think it's probably time for me to give an update on my shenanigens. I have waaaaaaaaaaaay too much time on my hands and I'm not using it properly.... Yikes, now that I've written that it seems to sink in even more...

Ok, a few things to look forward to:
- YOW's arrival (hopefully);
- a visit to a friend's uni and spend a day with her; it's going to be a lot of travel, but hey, I REALLY need a break;
- start reading "Heathfliff: The return to Wuthering Heights" (I think I might have forgetten to mention YOW that I've finally gotten a hold of it from our local lib);
- get advice on how I can get myself out of a mess that I've been dragged into;
- figure out how to how to thin down my feline friend without having her hanging around all day for food;
- remind myself that my uni starts in less than two weeks, so COME OUT OF THE HOLIDAY MOOD!!!!!!
- add more links on my blog;
- and not last and certainly not least - destruction and reconstruction

hrmm, the list kind of goes on, but I'm really not in the mood to write them now [read: I'm never going to end up writing them even if I wanted to].

Oh, just remembered! There was a girl in Bevo Girls' who left school in year 10. Do you remember Kylie, Ishita? That's the girl I'm talking about. From what I know from other people, she used to be a VERY naughty girl. I had her in my PE class in year 10 and she told me that she used to smoke around 3 packs of cigerettes before. Anyways [1], personally she seemed to be a very nice person, but apparantly she had a very bad temper and if she didn't like you, she could be very mean to you. Well, that was the overall impression I got of her. So, why am I writing all this? Simple, she reverted, Alhamdulillah. I'm still having trouble swallowing that piece of fact. Now she wears proper Hijab. I'm trying to get her number so I can contact her. Make dua for me ppl so that I can get her number.

That's the second person that became Muslim in our school. Makes me appreciate the environment of our school even more.

Anyways [2], I should run along now. It's getting quite late, added to the fear of having raster burns, I should shut off the computer now and get to bed.

Oh how I curse thee,
Damned wireless technology!!!
Does this sound familiar, Fish and Fishy?

Anyways [3], Salams everyone. "Till we meet again"...

Felling BRONTE-ied!!!

'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow, servile, insincere,
But worse to trust to my own mind,
And find the same corruption there."

- Emily Jane Bronte


"I'll walk where my own nature would be leading
It vexes me to choose another guide.
Where the gray flocks in ferny glens are feeding
Where the wild wind blows on the montain side.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell;
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling;
Can center both the worlds Heaven and Hell."

- Emily Jane Bronte


"On all her breezes borne,
Earth yields no scent as those;
But he who dares not grasp the thorn,
Must never crave the rose."

- Anne Bronte

A WHAT??!!...Surely not!!!!

Ottava rima? Me? That can't be right! Too frivolous? But tut, there's no such thing! Let others ponder thoughts of wrong and right, Or sit and think how much they love the spring; I'd rather spend my time in gleeful spite, Or maybe laugh, or maybe sit and sing. Besides, it might be fun to be inspiring - But surely it would get so very tiring. What Poetry Form Are You?

Somewhere Only We Know

Year 12;
trying to do a few maths questions;
listening to radio (don't remember what station) in the background;
up pops a song - "Somewhere Only We Know" by Kaene;
loved it as soon as I heard the first 3/4 lines;
went online and found the lyrics And I should like to share the lyrics with you all;
I'm in there somewhere:-


Somewhere Only We Know
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go

This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?


For this lonely Emu, no one else knows where that "Somewhere" is...

i'm back ... once more ... maybe i shud keep count of how many times i come back

Salamu alaikum sisters,
once again i'm back. and before i apologise for neglecting my blog, have a laugh. i found a few 'Muslim pickup lines' in a friend's blog. some of them made sense, some of them didn't, a few were lame, a couple were funny ... take a look....

1. What school of thought do you follow, because I thought about you all through school - (i thought this one was the funniest ... i don't know why)

2. Can I have your Wali's phone number?

3. Is your dad a terrorist, 'cuz you da bomb!

4. I'd like to be more than just your brother in Islam.

5. Will you help the cause of the Ummah by helping me fulfill my deen?

There were about 20 of them, but most of them were rather ... uncooth (fooof!!... big word coming from an Emu) ... so i didn't write them.

Anyways, must run along and chase my imaginary problems away. Wish me luck cos it ain't gonna be easy for me.

Take care all
Wassalam



(Note to self {intended for another self}: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET U TO TALK TO ME????!!!!)

PS. Leave me alone

PPS. YAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH .... IT STRIKES AGAIN!!!!

PPPS. "It's a jungle out there"..... and in here as well.....

PPPPS. I'm sorry, my poor inflated (from sickness, NOT ego ... not this time), sick, bubble-head can't take it anymore. I'M NOT BREATHING THROUGH MY NOSE!!! AND IT'S HORRIBLY FRUSTRATING!!! ALL THIS RHINORRHOEA (correct me if the spelling is wrong), ANOSMIA, DYSPHONIA AND DYSPNOEA IS KILLING ME!!! I HAVE A YELLOW TONGUE FROM SUCKING ALL THOSE HUNEY ND LEMON SOOTHERS!!! (Right, who else is getting sick of my shouting?)
Well, last night i went to bed at around 11 and stayed awake till about 1. After that i happened to fall asleep, only to wake up about 20-30 minutes later from SOB (ie. shortness of breath, i was not crying, though i had good reason to do so). And so began my 30 + minutes of full of coughing and practically spitting out my lungs and sucking on 2-3 Soothers lozenges and dying my tongue yellow.
Dear readers, I will believe if u tell me that 'Yes, being sick is hard', but I will not believe if u tell me that u know what I'm going thru. Ask the girl next door. She has seen only half of what i went through last night. My poor mother; I thank Allah that He gave her whatever little amount of sleep He did. I, for one, cud probably never go to sleep while someone coughs away right next to me like a factory sewing machine ( i'm not in the mood to think of a better comparison).

Anyways, I shall end here with my one night's misery. And btw, all those big words came from my Clinical Terminology book. I shall treasure that book while I trash all others that I may not need at the end of the year. It makes me feel that I'll be able to understand what a couple of health professionals might b talking about, though that's not necessarily true ...... did that make sense? I am very confused....

As i hope to publish this post, I shall write no more, for my rebellious eyes are shutting and once they shut, they refuse to open at my command.

Ma'assalaama
A Very Sick outerspace Emu