Eiduladha
"It is neither their meat nor their blood which reachese Allah, but rather it is piety from you that reaches Him. Thus have We made them subject to you that you may magnify Allah for His Guidance to you. And give glad tidings, (O Muhammad s.a.w) to the Muhsinun (doers of good)"
(V. 37, Surah Al-Hajj, TMQ)
EID MUBARAK!
Marriage: It's Not For Everyone
Ladies and Gentlemen, proof that you do not marry a person for their subconscious:-
< WaMPiRe > oh... i had a WEIRD dream last night
< WaMPiRe > i was with this "friend" (dunno who)... some guy la about my age
< WaMPiRe > his "baby sister" was a green tomato with a face.... not those creepy "face on a fruit" kinda thingies... kira quite cute la...
< WaMPiRe > so i geram... i was bouncing it up and down in my palms... toing toing toing
< WaMPiRe > pastu...terjatuh you!
< WaMPiRe > SPLAT in the longkang!
< WaMPiRe > at that time his mother was looking for the "girl"
< WaMPiRe > saya macam panic la...siap lari
< WaMPiRe > he said calmly.... "ala.... she's just a tomato...."
< WaMPiRe > then before you know it... i was at the airport...fleeing
< Bronte > wahahahahahahahahahaha
< Bronte > i want to cut and paste this in my diary!!!!!!!
(Editor's note: I was desperate, alright? And at least I obtained permission. Grudgingly.)
Yes indeed, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Either that or it was indigestion.
Now don't you wish I'd stuck with folding fitted sheets
"All religions have their extremes and fanatics, (like).....the Muslims behind September 11, or the Hindus in Gujarat, or... the Christian fundamentalists in the American administration"
Omar Mahroo, ISOC rep, speaking in interfaith dialogue.
I have now come to the conclusion that I have zero talent at descriptive entries. Ok, I have zero talent, but that's another rant altogether. Anyway, other people can go on and on and still manage to conjure more than a modicum of interest when waxing nostalgic about their bad muffin experiences while jogging, or gushing about a scrumptious new restaurant, or reliving debate glory (!), or even, condemning every single restaurant in London for a failed diet. Me? I'm happy when gloating about being able to fold a fitted sheet according to the gospel of Martha. Yes, being the envy of anal housewives everywhere is indeed the purpose of my being.
So humour me while I attempt to be descriptive (yet as succint as possible, ha!) about my day. Or the pathetic highlights of my day, since I am but a straight-laced student with no aspirations to rock stardom, or political martyrdom- only world domination.
Went to the Prabster's to pray and also, it seems, scare him shitless by wearing a pink tudung- apparently pink and I give off the same effect as the Bride of Chuckie sporting Shirley Temple curls. Go figure. I haven't met up with Prabs for a long time, and it warmed my heart (or the cold titanium-encased organ that serves as my heart) to see that there was at least one other being in Cam with even less of a life than I.
Note to Prabs: Watching a Vietnamese Britney Spears clone, no matter how hot, lip-syncing badly to a song neither of us understands while trying to act cute (the singer, not us) by posing alternately underneath a huge umbrella or amongst anaemic pigeons is not cultural enrichment, dude. No offence to the Vietnamese intended. Really.
After that assault on the senses, I needed to reload my system with caffeine, especially since a whole day of caffeine deprivation (Fasting- day of Arafat) had left me with a fuzzy head and mood worse than Saddam when getting only 99.9% in his approval ratings (think about it, people). Starbucks is evil, I kid you not. I mean, Dr. Evil owns it, right? Well he does.
Then it came time for the inter-faith dialogue. 10 panelists. What can you cover beyond "we are all different, let's acknowledge these differences and the Truth is Out There" with 10 panelists, 1 hour and an audience consisting mainly of those (like yours truly) who've shown up to support their spokesperson and are all pretty much convinced in their belief of the Truth? The only interesting bit (I thought)were when the Bahaii representative said that her religion espoused gender equality by giving the example of the first previously Muslim convert to the Bahaii faith taking off her hijab (??). I'm sorry, but evangelical Bahaiis (and I have met a few in my time) annoy me. I always get this impression when facing a preaching Bahaii that I am being approached by an old hippie reeking of pot telling me to love everyone, even Dubya. With Yanni playing in the background. Then again, evangelism generally annoys me, especially when it is being offensive. There it is in all its politically incorrect glory.
Yes, drinking caffeine too late in the day will result in bitchus maximus.
Well, that was about as interesting as cold toast about to go soggy being washed down with weak tea. I think I'll take solace behind the ever-popular "This is my diary so I'll write what I want take it or go do a cryptic crossword puzzle" defence. Thank you, and may you have a caffeine-deprived day.
nads went at 18:45