Thursday, 7 August 2014

Chapter 41 | Dear God | John Abraham's Abs


17/08/2004

Dear God. 

Ramadaan is almost here and that means: Jalsa practice, exams and a pile on of unnecessary stress. Well, I deem it unnecessary! I still haven’t handed in my Arabic assignment which bee tea dubs, was due TWO weeks ago. Procrastination at its best.

I have some secret admirer from Durban who insists he is in love with me, despite not knowing a single thing about me. It’s really ridiculous how guys think EVERY girl will fall for that kind of ploy. I’m just like: ‘Yeah well, I love ME too so there’s something we have in common.’

Up top.

It was Miya’s birthday recently. Clearly none of us are getting any younger.

Anyways, I gotta go. Mama is screaming her head off. Just kidding, Mama cant scream to save her life, 
YOU know that.

Quote for the day: ‘Those who know you but don’t know Allah, will come to know ALLAH because of you.’

Ta

29/08/2004

Dear God

I just found out that Eesa cried when he was dropped off at Daarul_Uloom when Mama and Papa went to drop him off. He’s only 12 and it probably is daunting for him. I should have gone with to see him off. Now I feel terrible. Imagine being away from home when you’re so young.

The builders are banging outside my window at the moment. There’s not much left to do though, expect for fitting in a sliding door and painting. I can’t wait to see the final result.

Finally got to watch the movie Lakeer. My first glimpse of John Abraham (and his abs). Long hair on a guy isn’t my kind of thing, but abs? Those definitely are. My Gori Foi was by Daddi that’s how I got to see the movie. Gori Foi’s a huge fan of Indian movies and Daddi is okay with letting her control the video player during her stay, as long as there are Van Damme style kung-fu.

My secret admirer is still on my case. Her recent line was: ‘I can’t live without you!’ and I’m just like: ‘In that case I hope you have your will prepared, you’ll be dying shortly.’

My friends don’t call me hard-core for nothing.


Ta

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