Saturday: One of you losers is going to pay big time for the big, ugly, swollen & bluish-purple bruise on my leg. I can’t remember which of you it was, but I do recall that the pain started sometime after we finished that Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee game. So it’s time to fess up: which one of you kicked me (I’ll assume with no ulterior motive)? Whoever it was must have been wearing iron clogs, or those Japanese wooden shoes… or maybe you have rocks for feet??
Speaking of bruising at Cataract, did anyone else wake up the morning after with EXTREMELY painful muscles? Other than my bruise and a few other scratches here and there, we had a good time. Next time, you should come Ishi. Oh, and climbing those steep-as stairs, I think I nearly died halfway there.
I saw the ruler-thingo that showed the water level at the dam… wowser! It’s LOW… very low. I think the reality of the water shortage hit me just then.
Sunday: went to the Stop Victimising Muslims thing… what a disappointing turnout! I think there are more Muslims in Lakemba alone than the number present at Parry Park.
Tomorrow: looking forward to ice skating with friends. Hopefully, I haven’t forgotten how to skate… I think I should expect more bruising… yipes!
Friday: SB, Yupi, Kid-Nid, HP, Yupi’s friend & Miss Doe should be coming over to my place before we head off to that dinner. I still have a hard time believing that Ash actually wants to go!
This weekend: Ginni Apu & them are coming down to Sydney, right?? I should go & visit them… haven’t seen them since before my HSC.
This gives me almost no time to catch up on Uni work!
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
4AM YAY!
Aa my blogger buddies...
How has existence been treating you of late? I, for one, am set to complain about my not-so-fabulous existence.
BSE has finally learnt why Flynn has been dubbed Queen of procrastination. Monday night, the night before my psych report was due, I spent about an hour or so chatting away to BSE (don’t let yourselves be fooled into thinking that it was BSE who initiated the hour-long chat session). Of course, I wasted a few more hours on I can’t remember what. So, it’s no surprise that I pulled an all-nighter to finish the awful report. Ironically, the report was about Attention Capture, yet it failed to capture even an ounce of my attention. Well, the fact of the matter is that it was done, submitted on time (let’s ignore the fact that I was half an hour late for my tutorial). Before I forget, I’d better tell you lot that I wasn’t the only procrastinator. My friend, Bubbles (as she shall be known from now on) was up almost as late me. Then, there was Black Night (another friend), who had the worst time of all- her computer died on her, which led to her panicking, hyperventilating & finally fainting (I’m not making any of this up- I’m not even exaggerating!)- the poor girl had to start all over again (ie- she didn’t sleep at all)! By the time I hit the sacks, the Fajr birds were chirping away. To make matters worse (and I know I’ve complained of this before), Tuesday is Chem Lab day *shudders at the thought*, which means that I was stuck at Uni until 5PM, with just under 2hrs sleep.
Speaking of Uni, the SUMSA AGM was held on Tuesday (yesterday). I was thinking of going home earlier on, but Peach sent an SMS reminding me of the AGM, so I changed my mind (I swear to you, the pizza was not my main incentive :P). Unfortunately, I wasn’t too happy about what went on (at least with the girls). There I was, happily aware of the fact that I hardly know any of the sisters at my Uni, forget the brothers- they’re almost non-existent (meaning, I don’t know of any of them). Anyway, my plan was to vote for the sisters who I knew were capable of being in the Shura. 10 mins before I walked into the lecture room, a coupe of sisters (let’s call them Stickers & Sandals), were umm (*searching for a word other than propagating*)… informing some of the other sisters that (and I quote): “Don’t vote for Jingle Bells [actual name deleted] because she/he isn’t as trustworthy as Brace Yourself [actual name deleted].”
My reply: “But I don’t know either of them, so how can I vote for them?”
Stickers & Sandals: “Well vote for Brace Yourself and Thumbs because we know that they’re “good” Muslims. We need decent people in the Shura.”
My reply: “Think I’ll just stick to voting for the people I know of.”
Stickers & Sandals: “Just make sure you don’t vote for Anonymous, Unknown or Unique [actual names forgotten, thank goodness].”
My reply this time was a blank face- I truly had nothing to say. SubhanAllah, girls, what was that about?! I was so utterly shocked that my mind couldn’t formulate a proper reply. I understand that the sisters (who are very nice girls, and whom I still consider my friends) only wanted the best for SUMSA. However, to say that so and so is a “good Muslim (not that I know their criterion for “good”), but X and Y is not- that’s wrong. Who are you or I to judge the “goodness” of other? And even if we can see from their actions that they’re perhaps not the best choice for the Shura, what right do we have to begin a smear campaign (albeit a small version, but smear campaign nonetheless)?
No one has the right to broadcast the faults of a brother/ sister in that way. I wouldn’t have been so shocked had they stopped at “Vote for Brace Yourself and Thumbs because they’re decent & trustworthy Muslims.” But to continue and say: “Don’t vote for so and so because they have X & Y faults.”
Suffice to say that dark clouds were hanging over my head that day, but I’m planning to speak to Stickers & Sandals as soon as I can, so that I can at least tell them my perspective on this… and not simply complain on blogger. Only, my main problem is that I have a horrible habit of being too blunt- SB would agree.
How has existence been treating you of late? I, for one, am set to complain about my not-so-fabulous existence.
BSE has finally learnt why Flynn has been dubbed Queen of procrastination. Monday night, the night before my psych report was due, I spent about an hour or so chatting away to BSE (don’t let yourselves be fooled into thinking that it was BSE who initiated the hour-long chat session). Of course, I wasted a few more hours on I can’t remember what. So, it’s no surprise that I pulled an all-nighter to finish the awful report. Ironically, the report was about Attention Capture, yet it failed to capture even an ounce of my attention. Well, the fact of the matter is that it was done, submitted on time (let’s ignore the fact that I was half an hour late for my tutorial). Before I forget, I’d better tell you lot that I wasn’t the only procrastinator. My friend, Bubbles (as she shall be known from now on) was up almost as late me. Then, there was Black Night (another friend), who had the worst time of all- her computer died on her, which led to her panicking, hyperventilating & finally fainting (I’m not making any of this up- I’m not even exaggerating!)- the poor girl had to start all over again (ie- she didn’t sleep at all)! By the time I hit the sacks, the Fajr birds were chirping away. To make matters worse (and I know I’ve complained of this before), Tuesday is Chem Lab day *shudders at the thought*, which means that I was stuck at Uni until 5PM, with just under 2hrs sleep.
Speaking of Uni, the SUMSA AGM was held on Tuesday (yesterday). I was thinking of going home earlier on, but Peach sent an SMS reminding me of the AGM, so I changed my mind (I swear to you, the pizza was not my main incentive :P). Unfortunately, I wasn’t too happy about what went on (at least with the girls). There I was, happily aware of the fact that I hardly know any of the sisters at my Uni, forget the brothers- they’re almost non-existent (meaning, I don’t know of any of them). Anyway, my plan was to vote for the sisters who I knew were capable of being in the Shura. 10 mins before I walked into the lecture room, a coupe of sisters (let’s call them Stickers & Sandals), were umm (*searching for a word other than propagating*)… informing some of the other sisters that (and I quote): “Don’t vote for Jingle Bells [actual name deleted] because she/he isn’t as trustworthy as Brace Yourself [actual name deleted].”
My reply: “But I don’t know either of them, so how can I vote for them?”
Stickers & Sandals: “Well vote for Brace Yourself and Thumbs because we know that they’re “good” Muslims. We need decent people in the Shura.”
My reply: “Think I’ll just stick to voting for the people I know of.”
Stickers & Sandals: “Just make sure you don’t vote for Anonymous, Unknown or Unique [actual names forgotten, thank goodness].”
My reply this time was a blank face- I truly had nothing to say. SubhanAllah, girls, what was that about?! I was so utterly shocked that my mind couldn’t formulate a proper reply. I understand that the sisters (who are very nice girls, and whom I still consider my friends) only wanted the best for SUMSA. However, to say that so and so is a “good Muslim (not that I know their criterion for “good”), but X and Y is not- that’s wrong. Who are you or I to judge the “goodness” of other? And even if we can see from their actions that they’re perhaps not the best choice for the Shura, what right do we have to begin a smear campaign (albeit a small version, but smear campaign nonetheless)?
No one has the right to broadcast the faults of a brother/ sister in that way. I wouldn’t have been so shocked had they stopped at “Vote for Brace Yourself and Thumbs because they’re decent & trustworthy Muslims.” But to continue and say: “Don’t vote for so and so because they have X & Y faults.”
Suffice to say that dark clouds were hanging over my head that day, but I’m planning to speak to Stickers & Sandals as soon as I can, so that I can at least tell them my perspective on this… and not simply complain on blogger. Only, my main problem is that I have a horrible habit of being too blunt- SB would agree.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
SAAAVE MEEE!!
Aa me mateys.
Golly, how long's it been since I last wrote up in my poor, neglected blog?
A month? Two months?? Years????
Actually, I have valid excuses- the main one being Uni (which is what I need saving from). Too many assignments/ quizzes/ tests/ etc has turned me into something of a recluse.... I mean, when was the last time I went to Oporto's??
Well, seeing as I have nothing else of much significance to say, I'd better get back to my Research repot on Attention Capture & Folk et. al.- Contingent Involuntary Orienting Hypothesis, here I come! [Someone please SAVE ME from utter, complete & total INSANITY!!]
PS- last note before I leave... I can't believe I didn't write up about the memorable events of IAW!! Let's just say that it was amazing- especially since it culminated with Jumu'ah prayers outside after which, someone named Anthony announced that he wanted to con/revert to Islam... and so he read the shahada right then and there... all the brothers started hugging him, and the girls were all ecstatic.... in short- I'll never forget that day (I hope...iA).
That's all for now, folks...
W/a & later mates!
Golly, how long's it been since I last wrote up in my poor, neglected blog?
A month? Two months?? Years????
Actually, I have valid excuses- the main one being Uni (which is what I need saving from). Too many assignments/ quizzes/ tests/ etc has turned me into something of a recluse.... I mean, when was the last time I went to Oporto's??
Well, seeing as I have nothing else of much significance to say, I'd better get back to my Research repot on Attention Capture & Folk et. al.- Contingent Involuntary Orienting Hypothesis, here I come! [Someone please SAVE ME from utter, complete & total INSANITY!!]
PS- last note before I leave... I can't believe I didn't write up about the memorable events of IAW!! Let's just say that it was amazing- especially since it culminated with Jumu'ah prayers outside after which, someone named Anthony announced that he wanted to con/revert to Islam... and so he read the shahada right then and there... all the brothers started hugging him, and the girls were all ecstatic.... in short- I'll never forget that day (I hope...iA).
That's all for now, folks...
W/a & later mates!
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