Dubai, Part Four!

It is the end of June. Well, almost. And I've been here about 16 days, as someone told me today. Ahem. I got, approximately one more month left here. I have to make the MOST of it. Hmm..

I've been having a really wicked time here, so far. I finally feel like I'm on holiday. A bit late, I know. But hey! I finally feel it! It's all about the food, sun and fun! Haha! That was so sad. Okay, let me try again.. Erm, on second thoughts. I don't think so. Tsk. Sorry, it's the corny affect from mummy dearest. Which reminds me, here are her corny jokes as of lately.. Ahem.

- Why did the bee get married?

Because he found his honey

- What do Cats read?

- Cat-alogs!

Yeah.. So, erm. Those were her corny jokes, which made her laugh A LOT. She's quite the cute one, and she really really loves her jokes. =)

Oh, and she texted those jokes to us three - Me, Shaf and Anisa. I think to my brother in laws as well.. Can never be too sure with mother dearest. Tsk.

In other news, tomorrow I'm going out to get Yousuf dearest a black and white Kandoora! =D He's going to look soo handsome, oh yes he is! A boojhi woojjhi woo! *Shakes head, disappointingly.* Moving on.. Ahem. KANDOORA'S! I can't wait! Yaay! If only they did those for cats. Which reminds me, I need to find a Burrberry's coat for Cookie dearest. Bless. With a frosted collar. Classy or what?

I was having really yummy sleep last night. I felt.. At peace, after a really long time. It was the perfect kind of sleep, you only get once a year or something. Sigh. But then this morning, Rashid Bhai came in, BANGED on the door, and said, "WAKE UP SANAA!".. At 10.30 AM. I think I began to cry a little, out of pure grogginess. I was so upset that I had to wake up. Tsk.

Yesterday, we all went Bowling. It was a lot of fun, I must say! Especially the whole lighting! It was some sort of blue light, that made all your white clothes look glow-ified. I got really excited when one single strip on my jumper lit up. I felt special. *Tears up*. But yes, back to the bowling bit. Ahem.. The first game, I lost. And by lost, I mean, horribly. My nephew, Umar, who is 4 years old, got more strikes than I could have ever hoped for. He didn't even know how to throw the ball, he literally chucked it, and it was heavier than him. BUT HE STILL GOT STRIKES! GASP! After which, I lost.. The bowling balls seemed to get heavier, as my score reached a wicked 78. Which, ahem, was thrown out of the window as soon as Umar reached 98. And Ayisha reached 103.. Need I say more?

Now that all my self respect is down the drain, I can now move on..

In other news, I got a new face. No no, not me.. The mobile! I was planning on buying a new phone altogether, but then I saw the prices, and opened up my purse. After the flies flew out and rotten bits of chewingum fell from it, I knew it would be a long wait till I buy myself a new phone. Gasp. This is probably the longest I've ever gone without buying a new phone. I've had the Nokia 6230 for over 8 months now. That's a personal record. Which I don't particularly like. Hmph. But yes, it is now silver and looks brand new. I've fallen in love with it, all over again..

I've realised that I'm a very boring person. I don't like change. I stay away from unfamiliar places, and don't want to visit such places. I don't like crowds. I don't particularly like fancy places either.. And well, to put it simply.. I like staying home, or someone elses house. But I prefer staying home! It's where the jammies are! It's where the BED IS! GASP!! =D I'm so sad! And so, incredibly boring. =) Yaay! I thought Anisa was bad.. But hey, I guess we're the same now. *High five.*

Anywho. I'm being forced to go out now. To someone's house I really don't want to go. I'm trying to fall down the stairs before we leave, so that I *accidently* twist my ankle or hand. I just need someone to push me down the stairs.. Wait a minute. This is an apartment. Damnit. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to fall on the floor, again.

Ta ra all!!

PS - Cookie, I miss you!! =''(

Random Something:

I want this car. Get it for me, and I will love you forever. However, if you don't get it for me, I don't want to know you.. Oh, and along with that, I want a laptop, a new phone and a bluetooth headset. Also, a little bungalow on the outskirts of Sydney. Thank you. Please contact - Mister Fog Heinz Misses Veanses, for more information.


A 911 Carrera. Except, I want one in Black. With Black leather interior. And please, don't forget the absolute *wicked* number plate - with my name on it - 5AN4A. So wicked man. *Laughs hysterically.* I'm going now, before the East London Bois get me. Tsk =D

In Loving Memory Of..

Today is the 26th of June, 2006. Exactly, four years ago, on this day, my dad passed away.

It's amazing how fresh a memory can be, after all that rehearsal you do, day by day. I still remember that day so clearly. It's so incredibly vivid, that I feel like I'm actually living it, everytime I think of it.

It was a few days after my mum and sister came back from Karachi. That night, when they arrived, my dad had cooked, his favourite dish - Chicken Pilau. He made it so deliciously, that I can still taste that tanginess, from the extra lemon he'd always put in it. It was spicy, but just right. He had the most childish smile on his face, as he opened the hot pot, on the table. His eyes gleaming, and his smile widening. He was proud of what he had made. I was so excited, and we all ate silently, complimenting the chef.

The night after, my cousins and aunt planned to come over, just to meet everyone. Dad went and brought so much food from outside. He brought packs of different kinds of kebabs and salads, and gosh, the whole house smelt of chicken. He loved his meat and chicken. And he'd always say, "I don't eat to keep myself alive. I live to eat!" That night, he fed everyone so much. Him and my brother in law, Rashid bhai (ayisha's dad), both had a long chat too.. The atmosphere was just, impossible to describe. That night, I saw my dad and mum, with that smile on their faces. It was perfect.

The day after, 26th June, 2002, he passed on, in a car accident. I was at a mate's house. He had asked me and Anisa (who went to work instead), to join him, my mum and older sister, Shafina, to Abu Dhabi, to give out her wedding invitations. Both of us said no, and said it'd be too boring. The last time I had seen him, was when he dropped me off at my mates place, he stopped the car, waiting till I was safetly upstairs, and gave me a final glance outside the window, waving his hand at me, and smiling. Ah, I'd give anything, to witness that one moment, all over again. Anything, at all..

When the phonecall came, I screamed, and burst into tears. My mum was on the phone, she told me that she needed me and Anisa to come quickly, to Abu Dhabi. I knew it was something more. I cried throughout the journey, I had this feeling that something went wrong with my dad. I remember only asking one question to my mum, "Where is dad, is he okay?".. Accompanied by the sirens of the ambulences. My heart knew, but my mind didn't want to accept it.

When we got to the hospital, I saw my uncle first. My dad's brother. I hugged him and cried. Again, I only asked one question, "where is my dad, is he okay?".. He replied, with a forced and fake smile that, "he's okay, he's in the ICU".. I felt better. At least he was "okay". I met my mum, who was in terrible shock, with a neck brace around her. She looked shocked, pale and very very traumatised. She thought my dad was safe too. I hugged her, and I couldn't bare the pain. I went out, and met my sister soon after. She cried, and all she asked me was, "where is dad".. With what I knew, I told her. She was in a horrible condition. Her eyes were filled with tears, whilst she lay in the hospital bed. She looked like she was in immense pain. All she asked me to do, was pray for her. I couldn't bare the sight.

For the remaining part of the day, me and my sister along with my cousin, spent the day in the mosque. Praying, crying and praying some more. I had faith, that my dad would be okay. As time passed on, we were all told to go home, and get some rest. I fell asleep on the floor, with a picture of my dad in my hand. I prayed for him all night.

I woke up quickly the next morning. I had heard a sudden shout. It was someone from outside. I ran out, and I saw my entire family from England, there. I screamed and cried. I begged everyone to tell me what had happened. No one said anything. With that, they said everything I hoped they wouldn't. He was gone. My father, my comfort, my life, my everything.. I just saw it all die away, right infront of me. I fainted soon after, and was taken in the room. I woke up, with everyone around me. Rashid bhai had his sun glasses on. I knew he was crying. I asked him how it could have happened. I told him that he told me, the previous night, that my dad was "recovering". He didn't say anything. He knew that my dad passed on, the previous day. I couldn't cry any longer. I went to my mum, who looked completely white. She was a stone. I shook her hard, and screamed, "He's dead mum! Do you understand! He's not coming back! He's never coming back." She looked at me, with dry eyes, and slow movement. She nodded her head.

We were all allowed to visit the mortuary, the next day. We all went in, two by two, hand in hand. I still remember how cold I was getting. The smell was getting stronger. The crying was getting louder. The crowd was getting larger. And finally, I saw him. There he was, laying, wrapped in a white cloth, with a bit of dried froth at his lips. He was gone. There layed his cold, flesh and bones. His body seemed to have no scars, yet the doctors said he passed on, due to a brain haemorrhage.

I went closer to his body, and I started shivering. His eyes were tightly shut. His lips were shut as well. I touched his cheeks, and began to cry. I fell to the floor, and was taken away from him, into the car. I couldn't believe he was gone. His once, cuddly and warm body, was now, just cold and dead. I was given a second chance to see him, but I fainted again. I couldn't take the pain and the torture any longer.

After they had buried him, all the men came home. My cousin, Sameer, came straight to my mums lap, and began bawling. It was the first time I had ever seen him cry. My dad loved him to bits. He loved my parents to bits as well. He told my mum, how my dad had said something to him. He said, that he couldn't have gone..

Days went on, without him, until the next scary bit came along. We had to tell Shafina. She was the only one who did not know that my dad had passed on. I had never come to the hospital before that day, to meet her. I was too scared, and it was extremely painful, seeing her. When we told her, she held on to me tight, with all these needles stuck into her body. We were all, in tears. We had lost someone so special, someone who was unique and most definitely, one of a kind. He was my father.

Living without him, became hard. All we knew, was him. All we wanted was him. All we yearned for, was his tight and warm embrace. All we wanted was.. For things to get back to "normal".. We all distanced ourselves, but somehow got closer, to eachother. We were now, on our own. All we had, was eachother. Now, four years later, we're all still healing, but are moving on with life as well. We carry his memories with us, and share them almost, everyday.

I was thinking of him today, in the car. This old hindi song was playing on the radio. I started remembering his voice, and how he'd sing this one song, and I kept repeating the lyric, "Aaina hoon mein tera. Mein sawarunga tujhe, saare ghum de dey mujhe.. Bheegi palkein na jhooka, aaina hoon mein.. tera." Translated into english it goes something like: I'm your mirror. I'll take care of you, give me all your difficulties. Don't cry, I'm your mirror - Not spot on, but still. His voice was gorgeous. This song always annoyed me when I was younger. Now, that I've grown up, I understand the meaning of it. He used to love that song. It still kills me, whenever it plays.

Once, when he was sitting on his leather chair, watching TV Land, he stopped me in the middle of the passageway. He took his hand, and gestured a head massaged. I shrugged, and slowly came along. I started giving him a massage, but ended up sniffing his hair, and digging my nose into his head. He told me, "beta, what are you doing? I want a massage!" I laughed, and continued. Hmm. His "bujhiii" smelling hair, always did that, to us three sisters.

He left four years ago, and yet the pain still feels, fresh and new. It's something I doubt, all of us will let go of. That missing piece. That comfort. That smile. That.. Man. I was absolutely crazy about him..

I miss him like crazy at times and it also gets pretty hard. I just wish, I had the chance, to say all that I had to, before he left. I wish I could have given him one proper head massage, a chilled bottle of Periere and a lighted Cigar, whilst watching, Walker Texas Ranger. I wish I could see that smile on my mums face, just once. I miss it. It's been years since I last saw it. It was a whole smile. She's still hurting.

Hmm.. All I want to say, is Dad, I love you so much. I miss you so much, and even though you aren't here with us, physically.. You live on forever, in my heart and mind, everyday. I hope I'm making you proud of me, and fullfuling your dreams.. You still, mean the world to me. I love you, dad.

This blog entry, was obviously, dedicated to him.

.. It's been, four years.

..Sorry, I never told you.. All I wanted to say. Now it's too late to hold you, cause you've flown away, so far away.. Never had I imagined, living without your smile. Feeling, and knowing you'll hear me, it keeps me alive.. Alive.

And I know you're shining down on me from heaven. Like so many friends we've lost along the way. And I know eventually we'll be together.. One Sweet Day.

Dubai, Part Three!

Mother dearest is here! Yes, she made it here. She did have an escapade, obviously. But come on, how can you not expect mother to do something like, leave her phone in the middle of Heathrow airport, and make my whole family panic. And by, "whole family", I mean, from south and east london. Ahem, yes.

Now that her phone is lingering somewhere in the UK, we are now at peace. Sigh. Mother, *Shakes head.*

Moving on..

- FeevesFelix is running around. Vastard. Sit. Ha ha. Is idiot Feeveses, is stufid foggin sit. FEEVESES Stof it *looks around frantically* is you fleas no flying. Feevses! Stof!! Is no you want to flay with fluffy.

- Dubai is becoming hotter by the day. Humid, icky and very very stinky, doesn't even begin to cover how I feel as soon as I walk out of the building. It is horrid. Sandy and makes you feel gritty all over. Which is why, nose strips and hand cleansing gel are useful over here. I mean, like my nails get so dirty and dusty and then like my personal nail person totally told me, that I needed a back massage because I was like so stressed out because of the whole sand storm.*Hits self repeatedly.*

- I have just lost every ounce of my self respect. Gasp.

- I brought more perfumes today. Yaay. I erm.. Should open a shop. Honestly, I've become such a lady.

- I plan to go Sky Diving soon. Ha ha ha! Sure. Wait no, strike that. I plan to go, on the massive (made for babies) ferris wheel. Ahem. =)

- I'm going to go and buy a new mobile phone by the end of this week. That is a promise, I say. We all know that I always get my way, and well, I just need to find the right phone. =D Oh please, you know you want to tell me off, but as soon as I show it to you, you will want it too. =P

- Anywho, it is time I get up, and shower and get the chocolate stains off my mouth. *Looks guilty*. I've had three bars of chocolates, a huge glass of triple scooped chocolate ice cream with hot chewy fudge sauce all over it, more chocolates, and 3 bars of melted galaxy chocolate bars. Ahem. It's safe to say that I'm really really, NOT addicted to chocolates anymore. Whatever happened to my little diet plan.. Hmm.

Ze Blabber says Farewell and wishes you all.. You know, stuff.

Good night, and Good bye.

*Curtains Close*

Dubai, Part Two!

*Achooo!! Cough, cough.. Ouccchhh, my throat hurts!!* -Clears throat-

Now that we have established that I am ill, and in need of extreme attention, lets move on, shall we. =D

I miss my mum a lot. Whenever I'm sick, I want my mummy. She gives me all the attention, all the right strokes on the head, and hugs. She makes me yummy food, and makes sure I take my medication (no, not for the insanity. Gosh. Those are my other pills.) on time. She makes me feel all pampered and all, spoilt. Ahem. Yes. I'm still a big baby. *NYEH*.

So let me tell you what I've been upto in this city, lately.

- I've been with my mates, a lot of the time. It's great, being with them, and being able to actually talk to them face to face, and witness their reactions, when you say, "I'm getting married." Fun times. =D Okay, no, not really. But I guess it's really different, being able to actually, physically be with them, rather than wait for them on MSN messenger, for hours, to say one single thing. Ah, the internet. It shall be my only source of communication after a few months. GASP. I don't know how I survived, for six months, without being with them. Hmm.. *Tears up*. *Cries hysterically*. *Stops crying.. Niece gives chocolate. =D*

- I saw, The Omen. It wasn't scary. It was rather stupid. I remember seeing the original version. And the whole creepy, "Damien. Where are you?" *Shivers*. Yep, that was a wicked one. This one, however, was a letdown, I must say. I was expecting to be all girlie, and jump every few bits. But nothing of the sort happened. And, it wasn't even gory. Just one bit, when the guys head flies off. Tsk. The acting, was crap. I mean, the little boy, wasn't even scary. He didn't even creep me out. Gasp. I mean, me. The big huge baby. Scary movies these days are just too formulaic. BIG WORD. =D

- I brought two more pairs of shoes. Ahem. Technically, I gave one pair to my Niece, because they were far too big for me. So, that *phew* brings me down to 59 Pairs of shoes. Not 60. Yet. *Whistles innocently*..

- Since I've only really been here for a week, and a bit.. I've not done that much. I've been all over the place, and it feels like I've been here for quite sometime. In the midst of being sick, getting into cabs, and stuck in traffic, days have passed fast. I can't wait for the next two months, they will be much fun. I am home-sick, I know.. But mummy is coming here soon. Yaay! =D

- I found out how weak I really am today. My mate pinched me on my hand. I now have a big fat purple bruise on my arm. I will hurt, Fabio.

- I also realised, that, by travelling 7 hours away from London, my grogginess really hasn't improved. Ahem. I woke up so groggy today. Even two mugs of boiling hot coffee, yummy lemon cake and a hot shower, couldn't even stop it. GASP. "Look at me, I'm outta control!"

- I think thats all for now.. I need to get back to bed now, and sulk. I still want attention, by the way. Any and all kinds, are accepted. Please contact my personal.. er.. Secretary for more information. The following are happily accepted:

• Compliments
• Chocolates
• Head massages
• Continuous pampering
• Spa treatments - Expensive ones are gladly accepted
• A car
• A new mobile phone, that doesn't die out on you, when you smash it against a chair. Weakling.
• Hugs
• Jumpers
• Socks
• Food that I feel like having. Be it, a drink that can only be made in Timbuktoo, or an easy, beans on toast.
• Ice cream
• Money.. *Whistles innocently* - My account number can be taken from my secretary as well. Anything less than 150 Pounds will not, I repeat, WILL NOT be accepted. You will, however, be sporked.

Ahem. Oh, and my secretary is, FeevesFelix. Who is, yes, also, Fog's imaginary friend. He/She/It is either two people, or one person with two names. No one will ever know. =D

Random Something:

I'm using this as a, "Special Thanks" section, today. And here goes..

I'd like to thank, Dictionary.com for providing me with big words. It is cause of them, that today I can proudly lift my head up, and laugh, when a group of intelects (.. Or geeks) laugh at, lower brainier people. Ahem. I'm so totally clever now. *Joey dance*. I'd like to thank, Fog. For existing. Lastly, I'd like to thank the bees and the trees, for always being there for me. They always gave me something to talk about. *Sob*. I think I should leave now. This is getting far too emotional for me to handle now. Sniff.

Dubai, Part One

Hello my fellow readers. Yes, The Blabber is back! You can wipe those tears now. It is an emotional moment for a lot of us. But please, I cannot take this sudden popularity. Gasp. I'm not used to such treatment. Oh, and you can leave all the presents on the side as well *cough cough* =)

Yes, I made it in one piece. To my extreme surprise, the plane did not crash, did not have much turbulence, did not land in water all of a sudden and hence, I did not have to magically find my swim suit. Ahem. Also, I did not end up in Timbuktoo! Yaay, for me. Ahem, as most of you know, I have a massive fear of travelling. In planes. If I could have, I would have done the following - Run, swim, cycle, walk, drive and even used my secret broomstick, to come here. Except, it would have taken some time, and by some time I mean, a couple of months. By which time, I would have to head back to London anyways. Tsk.

I had an interesting time on the plane, looking outside the window, whilst flying over Berlin. I tried looking for the Footie Stadium, but all I found was patches of greenery everywhere. Hmm.. Also, the clouds did come in between. I tried getting an even closer look, but the man next to the window, kind of got scared of me, and suddenly called for the air hostess. *Shakes Head*.. Okay, not really. But had the man known english, I swear he would have. Gasp. Who knew, that a crazy, bushy-haired, 3 layered jumper wearing, and a very very scared look on the face - person, could scare someone. Tsk.

Before I forget.. I had to mention something to all of my fans. Please be ready with tissues. Wait for it... Wait for it.. I won't be able to update my blog that often. GASP! Seeing as I have quite a few things planned, I'll probably only get to update it once or so a week. Yes, You can now wipe your tears. But I promise to keep you all updated of my little escapades. =D

I spoke to Anisa dearest. She was all Gasp-ified that I didn't get her text. Due to recent extremely, ahem, emotional, I should say, events.. She has lost her trust in many. And she has become sensitive. We now have to keep her updated of every little thing in our lives. She will stop communicating with us otherwise. So yes, before she had the chance to tell me off for not texting her back, I told her that I never got her text in the first place. She was about to rant on about how everyone has started ignoring her. Ahem, I stopped her before she even started. *Phew*.. I mean, er.. Damnit. I have a feeling, next time I'm at her house, she'll be feeding me slugs. Whoopsie.

Apart from that, I'm missing home a lot. I miss Cookie and Bobblehead. I miss my little furry teddy. I miss waking up next to Cookie, and his tail around my neck, like a wooly scarf. *Cries, hysterically*. Ahem, I'm okay now. I'm fine. *Grabs hold of head, and feet, and bawls again*.. Gasp. This is far too emotional for me. Sniffers.

Moving on..

I've been following the Footie matches. Obviously. And might I add, that England played, abysmally yesterday. I mean, What in heavens name were they doing? Even so, they did score twice, at 83 and 91 minutes. Both times, a brilliant goal. Crouch and Gerrard. And I knew he'd score a goal, especially after the previous match, he really did play wickedly. Ah well. I love you guys. And will always support you. Even if you play dissapointingly.

Excuse my spellings. It's the heat. Even though I lived here for most of my life, I can't tolerate the heat here anymore. I even said, "Oh dear! It's so hot here! How do you all live here! It's like a desert!".. Until my neice chucked me out of the car. She's freakishly strong. I did try to act all Londoner-ified.. But it ended a few minutes after my Brother in law gave me, that look. GASP.

Anywho everyone. I shall sign off now, because me and Uthmaan are having a very intense conversation about, well.. Life. And Cerelac. Yummy.

Ta ra all.

Random Something:

The two fantastic goals. Years later, but still.. (Click to see them better!)

Testing post

So, some freak..Ahem, not me, did something to my blog. Now, this is just a testing post, so ignore it. And yaay for me, I sorted it out myself! GASP. I'm clever. All of a sudden.. Wait, no, no I'm not. Oh well, it lasted a few minutes though. =D

England won.. Obviously! =P

And there we have it. Their first match of the World Cup, and they win. 1-0, and although they did have quite a few opportunities, I must say they played extremely brilliantly. Their defence was also, wicked, unlike Germany, in yesterday's opening match.

There were quite a few surprises by Crouch and Beckham, I must admit. Crouch played beautifully, and his skills, finally shone through, today.

Beckham's Free kick, lead us to our first goal of the match, in the first 3 minutes of the game. Brilliantly delivered by Becks, and headed in by a Paraguain player, Gamarra!

The game became very tense in the second half. England were now, in lead with 58% for possession of the ball, and with having 8 shots, they were predicted to score, at least once more.

All in all, England played terrifically. Paraguay have some very talented players, and they also played very very well, even though they did not manage to score. Which hey, just makes it better for us.
Yaay for England.

=D

And Germany wins the opening game!!

It's finally the moment we've all been waiting for. As the different countries come together, in a beautiful game, there's only one thing we all can do.. Yep, run around and chant, "ENGLAND! ENGLAND!!" whilst you obviously bang your glasses of cold, chilled..erm, APPLE JUICE, on the table..and get all GRRR!!!

And In summary of Today's match - Germany Vs Costa Rica..

It was getting to the peak of excitement as Germany and Costa Rica begun the very first football match this afternoon. With Germany on an amazing roll, Lahm scored the first goal in the first 6 MINUTES! By 12 minutes, Costa Rica were defending brilliantly and Wanchope scored his first goal, Leaving Lehmann very puzzled. Tsk

17 minutes and Klose scores Germany, their second goal. Their ball possession rises to a WICKED 60[+] Percent.

With Ballack announced injured, hope was lost, at the beginning of the game. Nevertheless, we did have players like Klose and Schneider, playing. Hope started rising, as Germany was leading, and yes, I'd have to agree that Costa Rica used brilliant defending skills. For the first half of the match, Germany's defence was questionable, and not quite, well.. Convincing.

After half time, (61 minutes) Lahm strikes a header, only to be brilliantly ( I must admit! ) defended by Costa Rican goalkeeper, Porras. Klose suavely comes in, and STRIKE!! We have our 3rd goal for the match.

By 70 minutes, Costa Rica begin to get itchy for another goal. Wanchope gets into place, waits for Lehmann again, and strikes the second goal for his team.

Finally, by 85 minutes, Schweinsteiger plays a free kick and FRINGS strikes from 30 something yards away :O .. And there we have it, Germany win the match, 4 - 2

A great way to start the world cup, in their own country and as Gary Linekar said, "It was a flying start to the world cup!"

Ah, just brilliant, is all I'll say.

I'm Finally FREE!

Yesterday was my last set of AS Level Examinations. Media Studies, to be precise. It went really well, better than I had expected it really.. So Yaaay!! =)

I came home, all smiley-wiley and just ran around the garden with Cookie dearest for a while.. And then I got all hungry.. Yes, Me, I got hungry. GASP. So I ate, and left off again, to do some last bits of shopping.

One thing that really, REALLY irritates me is, when I use these horrid, smelly, germ-ified buses, I always get so frustrated, and usually end up with a migraine, filled with swear words, for the people. I mean, half of them, aren't even considerate enough to get up, and put their smelly armpits somewhere else, and NOT over my head. It's just gross. I come out, smelling like an indian pickle jar, filled with onions and Fenugreek leaves. It's just horrid. The worst bit is, when you sit next to someone who is telling her boyfriend off, for telling some girl, that his girlfriend is actually quite bossy. For one WHOLE hour, you sit there, listening to the girl, go on and on.. And on about how she didn't expect this from the bloke, and how she was going to, in return and revenge, tell his best mate, what a right slob he is. Gasp. What a comeback. But nevertheless, this lady went on and on, telling this guy, what a playa he was, and how, whenever she told him, she loved him, she felt nothing. Gasp. Oh, and then she repeated herself a few hundred times. So basically, after the one hour of pure torture, I knew of her life story, his lifestory, and her best mates lifestory, and I'm sure half of the other passengers also found out, what a SLOB he really is. Tsk Tsk.

When I was leaving college yesterday, I saw a bunch of guys standing near the bus-stop, and each and every one of them, had their phones on loudspeaker, stuck to their ears, whilst they did their hand thang and you know, rapped on and on, about sheer Non-Sense. Apparently they can relate to the artist, because once upon a time, they saw someone get shot, and life has never been the same again. Which by the way, they saw in a movie. 'Nuff said. Tsk.

I found something that I never thought I'd find again. Yes, that's right. BAGS OF SHOELACES!! OH MY GOD!!! I thought they were extinct, until I walked into Woolworths, and saw them, in a beautiful display. I brought three packs. And ate one, in less than 2 hours. Those yummy strawberry flavoured, shoelaces. Sigh. I ate so many of them, that today I think I have worms in my tummy. They are irresistable though.. I had so much sugar in my body yesterday, and topped off with my first college year, ending, I was on a right High! I started running into the garden for no apparent reason, and catching Cookie, then suddenly running after him again.. And it went on. I cracked really sad jokes, but hey, not as sa - I MEAN ERR.. BRILLIANT - as my mum's. Here is what she said.

Me: I'm eating shoelaces, I think I'm going to finish them off..!!

Mum: If you finish them off, what will happen to your shoes?? hahahah!!

Me: *Hides face under the sofa*

Shafina: Erm, so Faisal, how was work.

.. Yes people, mother dearest cracks very corny jokes. She then starts laughing, and goes red in the face, from laughing too much. Till date, I only know one person who actually laughs at her jokes. Yes, Puj. *Shakes Head*

But to be honest, this was one of her least corny jokes. Yes, It gets cornier. I assure you.

Since it was such a beautiful and sunny day yesterday, we decided to eat dinner in our garden. It was really relaxing, and previously, I had been sleeping on the long chair outside. It was so lovely. Cookie loved it as well, he kept purring, and then suddenly hopping around, like a little Wabbit, trying to show us around HIS garden.

Cookie: *Hops towards the fountain* Miaw Miaw!! MEAWWWW!!!
Translated - This is where I found a Frog. We played for hours, he became my best friend!!

Me: Awwe! *Thinks to self - Erm, if I remember clearly, you did pin the frog down, and well.. almost dissected it.. Hmm. Friendship it is!!*

Cookie: *Hops towards the bushes*.. Miaw, Miaw.. Maow, Maow.. Miaw.
Translated: I sleep here most of the day!! Can you see, can you see my little spot!! This is where I met Tiger. We used to play a lot, but now she doesn't like me..

Me: I'm sowwie Cookie. Here, let me give you a hug.. *Thinks to self - Tiger doesn't play with you, because Tiger thinks you smell her bum too much. Tsk*

So yes.. that was our, heart-warming conversation. Bless.

In other news..

- I was really excited, whilst I packed my suitcase yesterday.. I even told Faisal Bhai that me and my mum were, "suitcasing my pack!" *Cheesy grin*. I was high.

- I got my travel sickness tablets. Damn, almost 7 hours in the plane. A stop over for one hour, and then another hour to Dubai. I mean obviously, It's worth it. But I hope I have enough pills. I'm a wreck on flights. And the worst person you will EVER travel with. I vomit, cry, vomit some more, sleep, get horrible migraines, and don't eat 24 hours before I fly.

- ..Hahaha, "fly". I have a Vroomstick. Get lost, fogging sit.

- Fog. Tsk tsk. Comes out whenever he pleases. Sit fog! Sit!! Good boy.

- Cookie was stung by a big huge, fat bumble bee today. Right on his gorgeous lips. He, apparently screamed, bloody loud. Gasp. Why would the Bumble bee want to get my poor little bear cub?? Whatever has he done? =( I told you bee's were mean. They just want to sting you, and hurt you, and make you cry, and make you run around like a little girl. Hmph.

I shall go now, and have a shower. *Smells feet.* Yeah, I think I need one. Tsk.

Ta ra!!

Random Something:

Summer is officially here now! Yaay!! Watch out for these bloody Mossies. Grr. I've already got 6 bites. Those, so and so's. I mean, they die after they drink blood anyway. Why do it in the first place?? Tsk. Just look at them. They look so.. Intimidating. *shivers*

And Finally.. =)

.. Ahem, My favourite season that only comes once in four years, is almost here. Yep, the Football world cup. And for this wonderful celebration, I present to you, the best picture I have seen in days.. I SWEAR, HONEST, it's only because it's the world cup.. Otherwise, you know.. *Whistles innocently*.. I'd never look at pictures like this. Tsk Tsk.

THANK YOU, Sky News.. For providing such.. Ahem, Important news.

.. And other things

I was feeling particularly bored today, whilst studying all about "New Media Technologies", for my exams tomorrow. This is how hard I tried to study..

The alarm went off at 8.30AM.. I looked at it, and switched it off. I set it again, half sleepy, for 9.45AM.. I finally woke up at 9.30AM and decided, for once, to beat the alarm clock. Ahem.. I fell back to sleep, but woke up at 9.40AM.. But hey, I still beat it!! *Chuffed*..

I finally got my notes and everything together by 10.15.. I sat around for a while, chatting, doing random stuff.. Deliberately procrastinating. I started studying by 11.. And I finished two, out of three topics. With extreme difficulty, might I add. I mean, with mid-term break in the middle of our exams, it makes it hard to suddenly get up, and study.. That as well something as boring as case studies for "Mobile TV".. *Thnore*.. But I went on reading, nevertheless.. To my surprise though, I remembered more than half the stuff, so I was pretty chuffed with myself. Although I must admit, I now understand why people prefer other MP3 gadgets, to iPods.. Hmm.. Still, a very snooze-worth topic though. In between, I did go downstairs, to find my cat, to play with Bobblehead, to eat baby food, to get chocolate, to get some water [even though there was a big bottle in my room..ahem], to watch the news, to suddenly call my mum and ask her where she is, when she was actually upstairs.. And well, the list goes on. Yep. I'm in no mood to study. Sigh.

In other blab.. I took a few pictures of my garden today. It was nice and sunny, and the lavender plant/flower/whatever was smelling so.. Gorgeous.. So I had to. I'll put them up at the end of the post, and be sure to realise, that I did infact, run away from some wing-ed creatures. *Shivers*.

The Football world cup starts in two days! GASP GASP!! I can't wait till England play. My cousins and I have planned to meet up somewhere [no idea where at the moment!] and be dressed in the full English gear. Call us sad and lifeless.. But hey, we're like so totally Patriotic. If only they made little collars or clothes for cats as well!! Hmm, Maybe I should start off something.. *Writes down idea number 209, for the day!* =)

My mum made this yummy gujji thing today.. I don't really remember having it before, but she made it, and it was so scrumptious. It was a bit hard, and I think a lot of my teeth have fallen, and I think it's safe to say, that I will actually be talking with a "lithp" now.. =D She also brought chocolate pancakes, chocolates, muffins.. and other such yumminess. GASP. If only I could eat all of that. I've realised that now, I can only tolerate so much sweetness. I start feeling sick.. Ahem, obviously after going through a whole nutella jar, a few good bags of variety chocolates by cadburys.. and Chocolate cakes.. Who wouldn't?? I'm being good now, and sticking to my word. I will..er.. Ea - NOT - eat sweet stuff.. Till further notice.. *Unfolds a bar of Toblerone*..

I feel like watching a movie.. Oooh!! Talking of movies, I'm going to knick Rakhshi's idea - of favourite movie moments!! =) *thowwie wakhshi.*

A Walk To Remember - When they are in the graveyard, after they start dating, and Landon gifts Jamie a Star.. *sobs*.. It's just such a sweet scene. *thniff*

Clueless - The scene that always makes me laugh. When Cher suddenly realises, "Oh my god!! I love Josh!!".. haha!! Classic, blonde moment.

The Goonies - When they are in Mickie's attic, and they find all these books, and old frames. The best bit is when Mickie finds the Treasure map.. and GASP!! I think I'm going to watch this now..
One Find Day - The bit where they all run to the football game. Awwe, they make thuch a thweet family!! Bleth! =)

City Of Angels - When Seth asks Maggie, to describe how the pear tastes.. And another scene, is when Seth gives up his eternity.. *Cries*

Sweet November - When Nelson decorates Sara's appartment with calendars that say, "November", all over.. And obviously, Enya's famous track, "Only Time", that compliments the ending.. And gets all of us, [yes, men as well] reaching out for tissues.

While You Were Sleeping - When Lucy talks to her boss Jerry, and tells him that she's in love with Jack.. Jerry replies, "I'm sick? You're cheating on a vegetable!"

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days - When Andie sings, "you're so vain", to Ben and does her little dance! It's quite silly.. But funny nevertheless! =D Another scene, is when they're on the boat home, and the song, "Feels like home" begins to play.. Sigh. They're in love.. Awwe!

Okay! I think that's enough excitment for one day!! Here are the pictures I promised earlier. GASP.. Who knew such beautiful roses could grow, in the same place I lived..

Weepy weep weep!

As all of you know, my all time favourite show, apart from One Tree Hill is, Friends! And it ended.. Thniff Thniff.. Ages ago, I know.. But the sadness doesn't fade away you see.. I mean, for a while they did become our real "friends", (by our, I mean Anisa and Me) and well.. We loved them to bits..

I found this video, and I thought all of you, massive fans should watch it, and cry with all the characters, as they took their last bow, on the Season (and show) finale. Gasp. Choke. Cry.

Sigh.. I have to watch at least One episode of Friends, every night.. Before I go to bed. Call me mad, but *wipes tears*.. How can you not love them so much.. *Bursts into a big fat sob thing*.

I'm okay now.. Thniff.. I've got myself together.. It's okay..

Anywho, enough of the emotional-ness.. Here is the video..

How to make lemonade

You'd think it was a simple three-step process. Nope. Wrong. Not when I'm the one making it, at least.. So here is how you make lemonade, my way! =D

1 - Scream for your mum, who is in the far end of the garden, and ask her where the jug is. Don't look around and see for yourself, that it's infront of you.

2 - Take the jug, look around for a moment. Start singing, kissing the cat and running around the garden, running away from what looks like a bee, but is actually a piece of black fluff.

3 - Step back into the kitchen, and try to remember what you were doing. Think again. And again.

4 - Take out the chopping board, and then ask mum if it's the right one, (there are three in this house. One for chicken and meat (gross), one for vegetables, and I think one for garlic and onions. Sigh.) and she will say no.

5 - Find the right chopping board, and go to the fridge, take out the bag of lemons. See the almond cake instead, and take it out.

6 - Take the cake out of the box and eat it slowly, letting the creaminess just melt in your melt..
Suddenly, your brother in law will walk in, and ask you what you are doing, and where the lemonade is. Lie, and tell him that it's made, and you are waiting for the ice to melt in the fridge. Ahem. He won't ask any further questions.

7 - Get panicky, take out the lemons, and put the cake away. Far away.

8 - Take out the lemons, look at them for a while.. And find a suitable knife. Start testing the knife, and cut bags, glass, your finger.. and anything else you can find. Your mum will shout, I assure you. You have to tell her that you were testing the knife, to see if it is worthy enough to be chopping lemons..

9 - Start cutting the lemons in half.. Find the lemon squeezer, and the jug.

10 - Start squeezing the lemon into the jug, one by one. Squeeze all of them, until the jug is half full of lemon juice.

11 - Add water, from the filtered jug. Oh, and make sure the top is tightly on the jug, otherwise, all the water will fall on to the ground, the table top and the washing machine. Make sure mummy dearest doesn't see it. If she does, suddenly act like you got a finger cramp.

12 - Continue adding water to the jug, until it's over flowing into the sink. Stop it right there, you have the correct amount. Add sugar. Mix it. Add more sugar. Mix it some more.

13 - Taste it with a spoon, not your finger that is covered with grass.

14 - It will need a lot more sugar. Take out the sugar jar, and keep adding sugar, until you see more sugar than water. Stir it. Hard.

15 - Taste it. It will taste too sweet.

16 - Take out the bag of lemons again, and add more lemon juice.

17 - It will be too sour now. So add more sugar, and water.

18 - Suddenly the cat will be purring at your feet. Make him smell the lemonade. He will walk away, and have his ears down.

19 - Happily smile, and give it to your family. Suddenly disappear into the bathroom. For hours.

20 - Come out, and sweetly ask, how it was.. =)

So yes. I took one hour, 20 minutes making two jugs of lemonade. And in the process, I sang, did a little Joey dance, played with Cookie and randomly started to rake the grass.

I have bad concentration levels. Tsk

Waking up. *Groan*

Grogginess runs in the family. I wake up groggy almost, everyday of the week. Apart from the days when.. Erm.. When.. Okay, fine. I never wake up all smiley and all happy. I'm always groggy. And ahem, I think everyone knows how far they should be from me, when I come downstairs. Even Bobblehead starts to cry when he sees me. Anisa wakes up pretty groggy too.. She needs a good few hours to get over the trauma of waking up. I need a cup of coffee or tea. Or sometimes, 24 hours.. *Whistles innocently".. Mum needs her morning doze of caffeine as well, before she can converse with us.. Faisal bhai and Shafina wake up pretty chirpy, as does Tal bhai.. Cookie always wakes up happy.. Unless ofcourse we've just woken him up to give him, his antibiotics or to groom him. Then, we say our last prayers. He will bite. Scratch. Scratch some more.. Oh, and make sure that we never, ever do that again.. And communicates his hatred for all of that, quite.. Ahem. Drastically, I should say. Otherwise, bless him.. He's a little thoftie. Honest. *Hides all the scars*..

My dad used to wake up chirpy and happy ALL THE TIME!! He'd get up, do his morning loo stuff, and then come and wake me up.. Pretty.. Well, loudly. He'd come in, and puprosely open and close the cupboards loudly, and when I'd groan and say, "Dad!!! What are you doing!! I'm trying to sle-ee-ep!!"
He'd say, "Oh I'm sorry beta (my child.. I think!) Go back to sleep.. *SLAM*.. *snigger*." And then he'd be off to work, with me up at 9.. Staring at the spider on the ceiling. I used to get so irritated when he'd leave my cupboard doors open, cause I was a right little madam then, and I wanted EVERYTHING in order, and everything the way it was supposed to be.. So he'd always leave it open on purpose, to get me out of bed!! Tsk.

Waking up, is one of the few things that traumatises me. Ahem.. It's cause I'm forced to get out of dream land, and face the real world.. Which I'm getting used to, and you know, It always comes as a shock to me, when I wake up in my room, rather than a iscolated hotel room in Japan. *Don't ask.. I have strange dreams.* It's the whole process of opening your eyes, getting your body to move, LEAVING YOUR COMFORT ZONE, GASP!!! And, you know, changing into your non-sleeping jammies.. It's the process of getting yourself to the bathroom, and dragging yourself down the stairs, falling every few steps, into the sitting room, where everyone is SMILING. *Shudder*.. And acting like nothing happened.. Tsk. Little do they know, what I had been through, over the past 6-7 hours of my life.. Even though I was dreaming it.. When I wake up, I look like I've really been through something.. My hair is bigger and fluffier than normal, my clothes are in a mess, and most of all I look very shocked and surprised.. *Hides face*

I think now it's safe to say, that I'm not a morning person. Come near me when I wake up, and I will hurt you. I will be rude, and mean and VERY VERY groggy. ESPECIALLY if you wake me up with a big huge SMILE!!!

Ahem.

Have a nice afternoon.

Random Something:

Now here is someone who knows how to be lazy and sleep all day!! =) GARFIELD!!

Blab. Blab. Oh, and more Blab..

[This part of the blog entry has been removed by me! It was all serious non-sense.. And well, I'm really not like that. Ahem.. Obviously you all know that by now..]


I start this blog, with random blabbings.. As always. Have I ever written anything clever in here?? Hmm *Scratches head till hair falls off..*

- Cookie is stuck on the tree again. He looks at the big fat pigeons and gets so excited. The poor thing, doesn't realise that they are scared of him.. Honestly, all he wants to do is be their friend.. Cough Cough.

- Bobblehead has learnt to slobber. Everywhere. He slobbered all over my tee yesterday. And my hand. And my feet. And my hair. And my neck.. And.. The floor. (tsk). It's rather cute though. =D

- My chocolate cravings have become dangerous. It's become uncontrolable now. Mum got a whole bag of mixed variety by Cadbury's - Yes, you know what that means. Crunchie, caramel, dairy milk and twirl. All for me.. Sigh. Everytime I go downstairs, into the kitchen, I promise myself I won't have another bar. But then, I see them, all shiney, sitting there, waiting.. I have to take it. They'll feel bad otherwise. Ahem.

- The most beautiful, huge and deep red roses grow in our garden. They are so incredibly sweet smelling and gorgeous.. Mummy dearest gave me two, for my room. Sigh

- It's such a lovely day today.. It's warm, yet cloudy.. And it's perfect for a nice romantic comedy. I'm thinking, "One Fine Day".. And a nice warm blanket, with the curtains closed, and the cat sleeping all curled up, next to me =)

- Johnny English is a hilariously sad movie - "When he wakes up, he'll be as floppy as a dampy old sock" - Ah, Rowan Atkinson.

- I got myself MOO socks =D

- I'm so hungry.. I could eat a cow. Okay, yeeckh. Maybe not.

- I don't know if I'd ever be brave enough, to try sushi.. Or anything else that is remotely raw.

- I want This Car.. =| It has always been my dream to own a black Porsche, with black leather interior. Sigh.. *Drool*

- I've recently discovered that I'm German. Und Rakhshi will explain the rest.

- I want some chips.. DIXY!!!!

- I'm going now, to have fun with my carpet. Yaay. PART-AY time!! WOO HOO!!!

Ta ra all..

Random Something:

Since I've been bad with updating my blog lately, I thought I'd have two bits to my "random something".. =D

Here is a little dialogue from "A Walk To Remember".. It's so lovely. Sigh. And yes, this movie still stays at the top 10 of my favourites list.. =D

Jamie: How can you see places like this and have moments like this, and not believe?
Landon: You're lucky to be so sure.

Jamie: It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I feel it.

Landon: What do you feel?

Jamie: I feel, wonder and.. Beauty.. Joy. Love.. I mean, It's -

Jamie: It's the centre of everything..

Hmm.. That was lovely, and thweet. Moving on to the next bit though..

I present to you.. Gabriel Aubrey. The French-Canadian model, who represents Hugo Boss and Massimo Dutti. He's very good looking, and.. Sigh. *Faints*. However, not all his pictures show him to be this gorgeous, especially with long hair. And, he should change his name.. Tsk.