Saturday, September 23, 2006
Calling all LOTR fans!
Ramdan kareem all. Ta8bal Allah mena wa menkum 9ali7 al a3mal. Well its been a good day of fasting alhamduliallah, hope it will be a good ramadan.
On a completley unrealted topic, I saw the trailer for eragon, ok people either this movie is gonna be the bomb or absolute crap, no middle mark here. I read the books and loved them especially the second 'Eldest' . You guys have to check out this trailer and na9iyha from me read the books before the movie comes out which is december the 15. Imagine the boy Christopher was 15 when he wrote it can someone say kash5a a liitle louder. I think he is 21 or 22 now. The third book is coming out next year can't wait. Check out the tralier here it looks good, 9ah? If your a lord of the rings fan then you will love eragon, they are so alike sometimes its uncanny.
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Kidos
Is it just me or have children changed drastically in the past ten years, I mean looking at my little sisters and the things they do and say, makes you go wow. Like my 6 year old sister has this thing of i5tbing herself to 3yal al nas. I mean she's been engaged and unengaged more times than most grown people would ever be in their life. Her latest prospective husband is this cute little German boy that comes to our house. The poor kid didn't know what hit him and Bilques, comes running downstairs telling my mum
"Abdullah said he wants to marry me". Then he comes chasing her telling my mum,
"No she wants to marry me".
Mushkila we all know 7rakat7a so we knew it was her and not him that must have brought the subject up. He then went home and told his mum and dad that Bilques wants to marry him and his dad, who thought the whole thing hilarious, came and told my dad, god I was so embarrassed when my dad came and told us.
My two little sisters, Abdullah and his big bro, Hamza were all sitting in the kitchen eating.
My 9 year old sister: I'm never getting married
Hamza:But you have to get married to get kids
Sis: No I'm never getting married.
Abdullah: You don't have to get married to get kids, whats wrong with u Hamza?
Bilques: You don't?
Sis: Exactly I don't have to get married. I can just have my kids. Hamza then went into a big rant about why she should get married and all the pros that were in the bargain.
Well I didn't ask them, how you get kids cuz either they don't know and I don't wannna spark there curiosity there is also a possibility that they have an idea and I'd rather not know if that is the case. I found out how babies were made when I was 10, I was watching a movie that I wasn't supposed to be watching (obviously) and the hero starting having sex with thsi lady he had met in a nightclub. I was in shock for a while and NO WAY would you find me discussing it happily with my two friends over a cup of juice.
Also on the first day of school my two sisters came back home telling us how a car full of guys chased them almost until they got home. I tried to explain to them, that shabab had not reached that level of desperation to chase a 9 and 6 year old, but till this day they are positive they were the reason they were chased, they were chasing them cuz my friends was in our car not 3shan7um.
I was sitting online today and my dad was in the room reading, my little sister enters and starts going.
“Bosoms,bosoooms” ya3niy she was shouting it. I was staring at her, my dad just carried on reading like he couldn’t hear anything. Its not something my family are eating is it?
So ends my muse.
Oh layt al shbab t3wdo yawman.
Whatever.
9:34 PM
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Ads
Hello all, my blog is being turned into an billboard, this has nothing to do with me, bas Diabz is fathya for a whole term and it seems like it is getting to her already, so she vents it out on me as usuall. She wants a job, and to put it in her eloquent words:
"SOMEONE FIND DIABZ A FUCKING GOOD JOB. WITH FUCKING GOOD PAY. FUCKING GOOD BONUS. A HOT BOSS WOULD BE A FUCKING PLUS TOO. NOW FUCK OFF AND LOOK!"
and she also added this as an afterthought:
"Oh u mite also want to add that, if u are a woman:I will only work as ur boss.if u are a HOT guy: I will work as ur anything.
I will need the usual limo,roses and chocolates every afternoon. AFTERNOON bcoz I am NOT going to ruin my beauty sleep and wakeup 7am"
So please people PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY and do Diabz and I a favour.
Also one of my best friends and a classmate want teachers to teach them English, they are both in first year of uni, my best friend is studying English and my classamate wants someone to 8wiy her English and a British accent will be preferable (although I told her that was a dumb shart so she said ok if the have an american one) she also would like it if they came to her house.
No she is not asking for much, bas yallah.
So my dear bloggers (or anyone that is that stumbles across my blog) if u want to, or know anyone that wants to, or anyone that knows anyone that wants to or anyone... u get the picture. Please give me a shout and PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY.
1:38 AM
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
Isabella's pot of basil.
(this is a famous painting by holman hunt of isabella and her pot of basil, when u fifnish reading the poem u'll understand it, the detail is unbelievable)
This poem is one of my all time favorites, it's called isabella or pot of basil it's a narrative poem, by john keats (who i have a love and hate realtionship with, love: for pot of basil and hate: for writing To Autumn which I was forced to study for my igcse english lit). The story is a beautiful love story about a rich girl who falls in love with one of her workers called Lorenzo. It is a tragic poem, bas i don't wanna mess it up for anyone who would like to read it, I highly recommend it.
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Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel!
Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye!
They could not in the self-same mansion dwell
Without some stir of heart, some malady;
They could not sit at meals but feel how well
It soothed each to be the other by;
They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep
But to each other dream, and nightly weep.
***
I love this descrption of isabella's brothers. How does each person who reads this understand it and how can they relate to it?
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With her two brothers this fair lady dwelt,
Enriched from ancestral merchandize,
And for them many a weary hand did swelt
In torched mines and noisy factories,
And many once proud-quiver'd loins did melt
In blood from stinging whip;--with hollow eyes
Many all day in dazzling river stood,
To take the rich-ored driftings of the flood.
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For them the Ceylon diver held his breath,
And went all naked to the hungry shark;
For them his ears gush'd blood; for them in death
The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark
Lay full of darts; for them alone did seethe
A thousand men in troubles wide and dark:
Half-ignorant, they turn'd an easy wheel,
That set sharp racks at work, to pinch and peel.
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Why were they proud? Because their marble founts
Gush'd with more pride than do a wretch's tears?--
Why were they proud? Because fair orange-mounts
Were of more soft ascent than lazar stairs?--
Why were they proud? Because red-lin'd accounts
Were richer than the songs of Grecian years?--
Why were they proud? again we ask aloud,
Why in the name of Glory were they proud?
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I leave each person to understand this poem how the will. As my wonderful english lit teacher Ahsia always told me each person relates to literature differently the only thing that makes it right or wrong is how much evidence u use or lack of it.
2:20 AM
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006
So you want respect?
The audacity of some people will never cease to amaze me. Two days ago, someone's helper turned up on our doorstep with three children. She then asks my mum if she will teach these children English because her madam is asking her to. Her madam asked? Why the hell didn't her madam come her bloody self and ask my mum like any civilized person would have done. Anyway my mum just told her that she was to busy and couldn't. So she goes away and comes back a few minutes later asking if we know someone who could teach them. My mum answers, maybe and she asks how much it would cost. My mum tells her the rate, she then goes and comes back again saying her madam thinks its too expensive and could we ask our friend if she could make it less. Of course my mum tells her she has to sort that out with the person. This is when it starts getting ridiculous: She comes back the next day with the kids saying they have a lesson. My mum wasn't home when she came so my sister talked to them. But the unknown fighter hasn't given up yet, the maid came again a few hours ago claiming that they again have a lesson and that my mum told them to come back 2 days later. Mum isn't here now, so I was just as rude to them as they were to us and didn't even open the door, talked to her through the intercom and told her that my mum wasn't here so she couldn't talk to her. She said she's coming back, 3'9ban 3na ya3ney.
A wake up call to the unknown fighter:
Lady even if we could we wouldn't, this might come as a shock to you but you are supposed to sort out your children's education yourself not your maid, I take it this bit of info will be news to you. Ya3ney u couldn't have the curtsey to came over yourself and ask or even call you know we live in the 21st century, houses have phones. We don't even know who the hell you are we've lived in this neighborhood for a year now and the first time we know of our existence is now. Listen if you want respect you've got to earn it and u certainly haven't fulfilled the requirements. As my dear sister said 'alcohol isn't rampant here, so what's her problem?'
4:53 AM
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Saturday, September 02, 2006
Just so we can *click*
Schools a week away and all my class mates are also a week away from starting their new courses at uni. I've been speaking to them and I was kinda surprised by the answers I got.
First maw8if:
Me: Hi, how r u?
Her: I'm fine, and u? (We talk for a while)
Me: So what did you choose in uni?
Her: I'm doing Islamic Studies.
Me: *absolutely flabbergasted* You, Islamic studies.
Her: Yeah, Isn't that cool.
Me: But you said you wanted to do special education, that's why you studied your butt off and got 98%.
Her: Yeah but then, my friends wouldn't go into it with me, I don't wanna be by myself in uni, so they all wanted to do Islamic studies so I did it with them.
Me: But you said no matter what you would never do any more Islamic studies, remember.
Her: Well what can you do, I changed my mind anyway.
Okaaay.
Second maw8if:
Another classmate calls me.
Her: Hi kyhfeek?
Me: Fine what about u? (talk for a while)
Her: I'm going to kuliyat al-banat.
Me: Oh cool where is that?
Her: It's near hokair land.
Me: Why did u choose that one for? I thought you were going to kuliyat al-tarbiya.
Her: No this one is a new building at its really pretty and nice inside, that's why I chose it.
Okaaay
In the end it turned out that kuliyat al-banat is kuliyat al-tarbiya, just a new building that they made for it, but my classmate didn't know that.
Okay, who chooses a uni based on the way it looks and not the better standard. And who does a course that they absolutely hate because their friends chose that one and they wanted to be with them. I love my friends and all, but everyone has got to know when it's time to part ways. We meet up and keep in contact with each other. But going into just say, art or computing because my friend went into it and I wanna be with her is not just a bit crazy it's absolutely mental not to mention extremely childish. It was the click thing that we had in school, the different shilal have to stick together, even though this is a new stage of life, I mean come on isn't uni about making new friends and meeting new people?
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