Salams all, young and beautiful
(...or otherwise).... Now, where to begin ...... of course! The very beginning!!
The very beginnins was unlike any other holiday morning. I had to rise dark and early
(like any other day) but had to stay up and rush about, for I had less than an hour to get ready for a 6:55
AM train ... did I mention the fact that it was
AM? ... Anyhow, not surprisingly, I missed my train, but managed to get to uni 5 minutes after our president. So, O'week begins ... but noooo, it appeared that we were misinformed! O'week wasn't supposed to start before Monday!! So what to dooooo ..... Well, we set up a table anyway when all of us got there (until which point I was cockatoo-sitting Da'wah The CMS Mascot .... that's right folks, Cumbo MS has a mascot; take that SUMSA, what with your high and mighty tower-looking and intimidating buildings and its peoples .... *sticking out tongue*)
Anywho, we thought about spray-painting the cockatoo orange, at least it's .... what? - crown(?). But we didn't have the resources, nor did we want to intoxicate the poor bird.... And boy-oh-boy, what a bird it was.
.... Before I go any further, does any of you think that I have a voice like a bird???? That's what a passer-by thought when Da'wah yelled "Hello!".
Moving on ... Da'wah's vocab includes - Hello; Hello, Cocky; Hahaha (when someone laughs); *cough* (when someone coughs); and apparently some swear words, but, Alhamdulillah, he seemed wise enough to keep from saying those in the line of action. Oh and he makes occasional jumps of joy, and he'll dance, moving his head from side to side, to any music or beat, and will nod his head like a silly bird if you're silly enough to nod your's in front of him. Heh, gives a whole new meaning to the term bird-brain. I highly recommend that anyone who can to come and see this attraction on Monday.
Believe it or not, we actually got a few students signing up, including non-Muslims, because of Da'wah. We got a few sisters to sign up already, Alhandulillah. Insha Allah there will be more next week.
And here ends the
Cockatoo/O'Week chapter.
...
nuckles crack ... hands stretch ... sit back down, there's more ... much more ...Let's come to visiting the Flynn Residency, already briefed by Flynn herself, and believe you me, it was indeed a briefing. Apart from Flynns queasinesseseses, loss of apatite, Emperor's New Groove (Boom, baby!) and the creme de le creme, the tip o' the iceberg - the stray budgie ..... now would you look at that! That just about sums it all up. Flynn, you silly dudette, you stole my show. No wait, you missed out the part about your caring mother found another person to feed after being unsuccessful with you. Really Flynn, I recommend that you see a doctor ... although I would recommend crossing the seas to do so.
Well the budgie being introduced, I'll tell you all about him. He, of course, is a he; and he has been scared out of his wits till this afternoon, when he finally came to a somewhat doubtful conclusion that I wasn't going to cook him up and serve him to his huntress (previously pictured). But let me tell you one thing - I'm not in the cruel practice of keeping a bird in a cage, so as soon as Budgie (suggest some names peoples) can fly, if he can at all, he's off into the wilderness of I'burn ... unless one of Flynn's neighbours claims him.
All that said, let's now come to the final and third chapter of my eventful day. The train-ride home. I managed to pull myself into a discussion with a Christian elderly lady and a younger man, who, I later learned, was a revert. Practially the whole conversation she was insisting that we turn to Jesus as our saviour, and would hear nothing else. Imagine her surprise when she found out that Mr. Max (that was his name) was a revert from Christianity. Her delight sure scaled extremely negative. Anyhow, when we attempted to tell her the Islamic concept of Allah and 'Isa (A), she attempted to sing to me!!! We hardly got any discussion done, but at least I met a revert.
Apparently, he was a Arab Christian and become a Muslim a couple of years back; his parents are also Muslims, though not fully practicing ... yet. An international Med student at SB/Flynn's uni, he's currently deferring to work and save up enough money to pay for his course next year.
..... streeeeeeeeeeeetch ... *scratch scratch* ... eehehehe ... please tell me you knew that that was a joke ..."Enough said" I tell myself. "But it feels as if something is missing..."
... at this point you, the reader (unless you've falled asleep), should say to - "Uh-huh. Well, that was a novel; a very bad one, at that". And yet, here I sit, convinced that I
have indeed left something
s out. I can pin-point, but I'd rather not as it's getting late and this post is getting waaay past it's limit.
Salamu alaikum and goodnight from me to me.
Yours troolee,
Emooooooo
oooooo..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..............ps. photos can wait till tomorrorow.
A lake of Canberra ... as fake as your leather jacket ... if you've got one 
If only we were allowed to climb it...
Remember the "turtle", ladies?
Streets of the "City" of Canberra. Note the quotation marks
They won't turn around for the camera!!!
THEY HAVE FIRE HYDRANTS IN THE STREETS!!! ... (yellow ones)
FOOTMAN!!!!
Guess who we made do all the beds
Big screen, funny movie
ANU ... 
*no comment*
Now that I've grown attatched to birds,
The Loner. All alone in this big backyard .... and the neighbourhood.
A VERY cool cat
Nice pose!!! Keep it up and you'll beat even Miss-Pose-A-Lot!!!
Don't look at the boy!! Look at me, I'VE got the camera!!!
