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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