Guilty Conscience...

Confession time:
I've GOT to get rid of this guilty conscience somehow... and you lot are going to read my confessions!! (Hopefully, it'll make me feel a bit better).

People... I've been engaging in secret, illegal activities!! I've now become an "agent" ... officially.
It's all your fault! (You know who you are). Why must I feel sorry for people & their predicaments?? I swear, a certain someone had BETTER remember my name... said person owes me precious talk-time (I mean, not for myself, but precious talk-time with someone else)!!
Well- it's nothing serious... Imean- I'm sure to be forgiven if anybody finds out... who can hold a grudge against Flynn...right??
:S

Was also told by someone today:
"you're happy enough being single and carefree and clueless now, but you can be happier, you just dont know it yet"

Powerful words of wisdom, I'm sure... but they're completely wasted on Flynn.
I'm sorry to say, o Dispenser of Wisdom (if you're reading this), that Flynn has no wish to be any happier...

See, I have this theory... if you're VERY happy, then the flip side of the coin is that your going to be VERY sad...VERY soon. It follows the "sine wave" theory that Sara B. came up with for Ishi.

Anyway- that's just me going on and on... better get to work: have a calculus assignment & a Stats quiz to study for.
:S

Don't even get me started on Uni, people... I'm havng panic attacks (well- not really). Can you believe that out of the 4-6 HUNDRED students doing Psych, only 60 are being offered to do Honours??

The rest are royally screwed.

What are the odds that I'm offered to do my honurs @ USyd?? Credit averages aren't going to cut it... if I don't get a Distinction avg (at least), then there goes my future down the bloody drain.
Oh well, I can always move to ANU with Ash... which would be a problem, because I don't want to leave USyd and all my friends ... and SUMSA *sniff sniff*.

See? I told you Flynn doesn't want to be any happier!

As I was saying...

Had a wander round the Islamic bookstores after lunch. Shay bought an Ahmed Deedat DVD, Dreema bought a miswak + tiny Quran & Syriana bought a prayer mat + The Message DVD.
Next, we stopped over at ALL the clothes shops & even had a MASSIVE faction-thing happen in Streetgear (clothes store)… one party FOR a blue top that Shay wanted to buy & one party AGAINST. Poor Shay was so confused that it all ended by us laughing over her reaction & her just forgetting completely about the top when her attention was caught by a (and I quote) “totally Egyptian-looking top!!” (In case you’re wondering, she’s very much an Egyptian, and VERY willing to let everyone know about it. Which reminds me, she said to send a MASSIVE salaam to BSE & co. from her, and also to relay the message that Egypt is “THE BEST!!”- Her words, not mine.)

The next incident was over Dreema’s mobile. (Btw- in case you’re wondering, Ishi- this is all after you had to leave). All of a sudden, Dreema realised that she had to call her sister up & ask if she wanted any food from Flynnland. BUT, when she reached for her phone, IT WAS NOT THERE!! We were sitting on these seats at a bus stop (not that we were actually catching a bus or anything- it was just one of our many pit stops). She had one MAJOR heart attack. She even did a distressed little squeaccup (squeaky-hiccup), which only had me rolling on the floor. At the same time, Tiara immediately ran all the way back to the bookstore (which is the only place we stayed long enough for her to have left her phone). Meanwhile, RiffRaff was shouting at Tiara to come back & stop running there because she was just going to call Dreema’s phone in the hope that someone at the bookstore would answer. BUT- her mobile was switched off!! This had Dreema in an even more of a panic because her phone is NEVER off… and the poor girl, I felt for her. I mean- just imagine life without your mobile… DEPRIVED!! I tried calling her phone as well and sure enough, it was switched off.

Just when we were all about to rush back to the store, I heard a little squeal from Dreema, followed by an evil giggle from RiffRaff. IT WAS HER!! RiffRaff! She’d nicked Dreema’s phone when she wasn’t looking. After the initial “OMG! I canNOT believe you, RiffRaff!!”- moments, we just laughed it all off…especially Tiara & Dreema’s reactions.

By this time, it was 6PM, and my folks must’ve thought I’d run away to join some cult (with the rest of my “friends”) because- in their way of thinking- how long can you possibly spend on one street in Flynnland?? And my honest answer: HOURS…literally! Especially when you’re with the girls…well, those girls.

The idea behind this whole day was to show Syriana the whole Muslim community-thing, which she’s never seen before. Did I mention she’s an exchange student from the US (Tennessee) here to study for a semester?? Well-now I've told you, and she is.

My mission for the day accomplished, I was ready to head home (plus my folks had called wondering which cult I’d joined…not seriously, of course). Just then, we all realised that ‘Asr time was running away from us… so, consensus: girls wanted to come over to my place, pray & leave. Called Mum, let her know that I was bringing an army of my friends ‘cause they needed to pray…just so she didn’t get a shocker.

Honestly, the walk that normally takes 10 mins when I’m walking at my slowest pace, took us about 30 mins!! Unreal!! Gotta be a world record! We finally made it just in time to pray ‘Asr, but after we’d finished, we sat around chatting, whilst everyone pretended that they were getting ready to leave… Before we knew what’d happened, it was Maghrib time…
Where the time flies, I’ll never know! So prayed Maghrib as well, after which the girls started to get threatening calls on their mobiles (from concerned parents, of course).

And that was that- they left for the station, and each made her own way home…poor Shay had the longest way to go.
Of course, no friend of mine comes over without leaving a trace of themselves: Tiara left her ring & Shay her watch…so typical.



PS- TeaBiscuit: if ever you get the chance to come (even for a semester) to USyd, seriously do so… it’d be “awesome”! We’d shout you lunch, as well. Oh, and Charlie is all Cheered!! :D

PPS- Ishi, you’ve been invited to “Movie Night” (or day) at Syriana’s dorm & ice-cream at the Quay… and we’ve got to go visit her dorm sometime soon.

PPSS- Emu: Sorry, couldn’t make it to your place this time…shall come another time, iA- probably on a Friday… which is when you’re free, right??

AND finally- where on earth is Sara B??? I’ve not seen her the ENTIRE week *shocked*!! So much for my mentoring…

WARNING: Looooong post below!

Doom & gloom SO does not suit my blog…so I’ve decided to bring you lot up to scratch on my totally gloom-free existence.
:D

Seriously- I’ve had a VERY good day… it wasn’t anything totally out of the ordinary, but something just so ordinary that I’ve become one very happy Flynn!! (Or that may be a consequence of all the “V” I’ve consume…what with all that caffeine & sugar…)

So- it all began after I finished my Stats tute. Since my tute room is 2 doors down from the Musallah, guess where I end up before & after my tute? Yep- where all the fun begins…

Shay (the Original, the Little One) was there, with Cosmos, & Ishi (of the Brains) came in a few secs later. SO I sat & got some work done (I’m sort of happy with my focus…well-at least for today- just pray it lasts). Hmm… maybe I should mention that I missed my lect. (but it’s ok- I copied Little Shay’s notes, so I’ve caught up & it doesn’t count as slacking off).

Just as a little aside- met this cool as Japanese chick (forgotten her name, *blushes*) & she’s totally cool because she’s so interested in Islam. The Little One, Shay is doing an excellent job of filling her in on the basics, Alh. Did I ever mention how much fun Shay is?? She’s such a bag full of bubbly/ fun/ exciting/ original energy…LOVE that girl- she can cheer up a Scrooge in his/her direst moment- no joke! Just adorable… everyone should have a friend like her- I highly recommend it.

Anyway- now, moving onto the next exchange/international student I’ve introduced myself to: Syriana Clooney. Another “awesome” chick (picture Flynn saying “awesome” with a VERY American accent). Syriana Clooney is studying for a Semester at Usyd (so awesome!!- something she’d say) & was only recently introduced to THE GIRLS in the Musallah. Carefree, fun-loving, & a very cool girl in general.

To give her a true Aussie-SUMSA welcome, we decided to shout her lunch (actually- it was Tiara & RiffRaff who planned it)… I just followed along- tell you why in a bit. Huge plan-time/ decision-making about where to take her (with one thing in mind- somewhere with a fairly large Muslim community): Auburn?? Too far for some. Bankstown?? Nothing much to do/look at, except shopping- and she’s already done loads of that. So, we decided on the one and only place to be if you’re looking for a large Muslim community: Flynnland. See? That’s why I decided to tag along! (Flynnland isn’t the actual name of the suburb, but in the interest of maintaining anonymity & security, I’ve dubbed it Flynnland, because- wonder of wonders- Flynn lives there!)

Oh, the RiffRaff DRAMA that followed the eight of us (Sunny, Cosmos, Dreema, Tiara, Shay, Ishi, Syriana & Flynn) all the way from Redfern to Flynnland!! Homestly! RiffRaff can be SO ambiguous sometimes. But I’ve sort of learned to expect this from her… it’s very unusual not to have a RiffRaff moment when going out with her. Unfortunately, Ishi was in for a bit of a surprise… she likes to be well organised, and for everything to be well-timed; whereas RiffRaff sort of goes where the current takes her.
And the actual ordering of lunch was another fiasco! Some wanted Indo, some Chinese, some Curry & some Lebo food… so what was a girl like Flynn to do? Well, in the worst-case scenario, I’d have gone home (a ten min. walk away) & had home-cooked lunch, which I REALLY didn’t want because I knew it’d be something curry-like :S blrgh!

Fiasco eventually played out to a smooth finish: Ishi & Cosmos got Indo, then followed the rest of us to Le Rouche for a YUMMY AAASSSS meal of Lebanese food. $8 & I felt like someone had stretched my stomach to explosion point: was VERY satisfying after 2 hrs. of starvation.
Too soon, Ishi had to make a dash for home (as it takes her over 1 hr to get to her place from Flynnland). We weren’t even half-way through our meal, but after we finished, Cosmos had to leave. And after we lost 2 of our crew, we decided to wander around Flynnland…

To be continued...else the post shall have no end!

Eeerrrr- right you are, folks…

Feeling down-in-the-dumps…sort of. So, NTC sent Flynn a little pick-me-up… of sorts:


I pray for Light

NTC: 18/03/06 (It's Copyrighted people... no stealing of NTC's intellectual merchendise!!)

I seek the Mercy of the One, who never forgets,
I seek Truth, Knowledge and Understanding from One who always delivers,
I ask for Insight and Patience from One who gives beyond measure,
I ask for the Protection and Contentment that only such a One can give.

I am weak, often led astray, misguided, and heedless.
I forget, I err, let go of hope too often and too soon.
I sometimes lose faith, reason, morality and my conscience.
This is who I am, and yet I am more…

I am also loved, sheltered, rewarded and blessed.
I am watched-over, cared-for and listened-to.
Night and day, I am reminded, urged & encouraged
That I am here for the One and Only,
And such a One is here for me.

I pray for Light from One whose guidance is steady and true.

***

Have just experienced Freak Storm of such tumultuous & epic proportions that I feel scarred for life, at least as far as my psyche and ability to think clearly for the next ten years are concerned. (Hence, the weird string of words put together by an unknown, NTC- not to worry, I have NTC’s FULL permission, so no copyright violations, folks).

As I was saying… ain’t nothin’ like venting, they say… well- sure. There’s really nothing like venting, if it’s directed at nobody in particular, but when Freak Storm vents & when Freak Storm vents AT someone in the vicinity… we-hell…

Could’ve sworn me eardrums had a bloody roller coaster ride; could’ve sworn that 2 more seconds, and my brains would’ve been addled for life; could’ve sworn that my heart would either stop dead in its tracks or beat at super sonic speeds, then explode for all to witness… yep- all in all- I was scared. Deathly scared. Scared I would never be able to withstand another vent-session from another Freak Storm moment.

Somehow, o lost and confused readers, I survived. Whew… but once a storm blows across your land, be weary and alert because another will surely follow… in a decade or 2 (one hopes).


And in other Flynnland news: life of the Uni student BITES!! Just 2 weeks, and the pressure is on, mates… the pressure is ON!!

Also, Dan Brown & “his” DaVinci Code is too good to be true, someone else beat him to it… and to top it all off- it was his wife (Blythe something-or-other) who did all his research for him!! Men- can’t trust ‘em with much, can ya? Actually, not that whats-‘er-name (his wife) did a good job at plagiarising… has she not heard of the age-old, primary school technique called “cover your tracks”?! (You could replace that last word with something more crude, but I won’t).
PS- If you've got no idea what I'm on about, then you should really keep up with the times, and to help, here's what I'm talking about:
The key to "The Da Vinci Code"? Dan Brown's wife

They might, however, just get away with it- since they did manage to rake in billions in profit…I doubt they’re givin’ it all away to a couple of blokes who didn’t have enough brain cells left to publicise THEIR work well enough. Ah well, unless the billions are comin’ my way, I see no reason to care enough & actually feel any sort of sympathy for either party.


Speaking of sympathy and brain cells… let’s move on to the Games in Melbourne. Ok **deep breath**- Who can explain the duck to me (the duck at the Opening Ceremony, that is)?? Hmmm?? Any takers?? I mean- Delta Goodrem, koalas, unreal costumes, weird, wonderful and inexplicable doohickie-thingamabobs and even the flying tram, I get… but the duck. For the love of Melbourne… A DUCK??!! Now, everybody who watched Melbourne in all its glory is going to think that, along with the Emu (no, not OUR Emu), Koala, Kangaroo & other iconic creatures, the duck is- somehow- a very significant bird to all Aussies. Eeerrrr- right you are, folks…



Note to Self:
I really, really, REALLY hope there’s no more going down in this bottomless pit. That’s it- I’m closing my eyes and ears now!!

What?? Is this Uni????

Too cool mate!!
Errmm- the "too cool" thing would be the training (or Shaping, if you wanna get technical) of rats/mice/rodents. Sounds a bit icky, but I'm also kind of excited- & no, I'm not lame, just excited. We're learning about Instrumental Conditioning (read: teaching rats to "learn new tricks", in a manner of speaking) & well, along with the theory & examples of all the brilliant psychologists (Skinner, Pavlov, etc) we get to actually test out these theories ourselves... well- that's the shortened long version, but here's the shortened short version: I need names for my rats (preferebly unisex... cant be sure if they're going to be fe/male & probably wont be told).

Other things:
HELP ME (with Stats)!! The lecturer was explaining that the little (superscripted) 2 next to the "x" means that its "x-squared", which means that its "x" multiplied by itself.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Jumping Jellybeans!! Am I a second year?? Wait- am I a Uni stdent at all????

After the lecture, (which, by the way, is at 4PM... & Flynn becomes RUST-ay) Shay2, Fruity, HorseRoofs & I spent 15/20 mins breaking into hysterical giggles & random spurts of laughter. We could NOT believe the lecture we'd just suffered through. I'm actually looking forward to Stats becoming somewhat more intellectually stimulating.

Brain & Behaviour is better *relieved sigh*... I actually write notes (a totally new thing for me).

Sadly- I only just figured out that nothing will feel like first year, ever again. I remember back in the days of my 3 hr. Chem Lab sessions with Sandals, HorseRoofs, Rabzzz, Fairy-al, The Original Shay & Skaterboy + Inconspicuous Partner... tedious, but a lot of good memories.
I hardly see those girls any more. I have yet to bump into Rabzzz, our timetables are sooo different & Skaterboy + Inconspicuous Partner have disappeared altogether.
Ideally- I'd like to go back to yr-4/5 in Primary School... the carefree days of not knowing much of anything, yet thinking that I know enough of everything.

Should sleep, mateys.
But before I do, WHERE THE HECK IS EVERYBODY??!!?? You've all gone and ditched me!

And you question me for being a cynic??

I feel I've earned the right to complain, so here goes...

Firstly: Where on earth is Autumn hiding??!! Blimey!! It was almost 40 degrees yesterday... and what's the weather gonna be like for winter? 30- 35 degrees, average?? We should all just get fried and be done with it!!

Moving right along...
Just this morning I was woken up by a friend in panic. Sort of like the hyperventilating-I-was-nearly-run-over-by-a-truck-doing-200kph kind of panic. And she had news of the worst kind.

A friend of mine (or more along the lines of "a friend of a friend") had a miscarriage not 2 weeks ago (can't and won't say names). BUT- only a week afterwards, she goes straight back to work. And she says she's remorseful, but when I saw her and had a chat to her & her husband, it seemed that the poor guy was more devastated than her... in fact, she seemed very ... errrmmm- ugh! I know this is going to sound evil, but she seemed happy to loose the kid.
Blrgh... I'm disgusted, but I'm sooooo serious. I mean, god woman!! Your job be damned!! And THEN......................... don't say it, don't say it, don't say it.............................
ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

She got me so mad and frustrated and shocked that I stood there, in front of her... in utter silence, with one of my famous "lost looks", the look that Sara B. calls my "I-don't-understand-what-you're-saying-but-that's-not-my-fault" look. Suffice to say, I feel so bad for her husband... the things that girl gets up to... I'm amazed she's married at all!! I don't dare say any more... and hopefully I'm going to put this WAAAAY out of my mind in... hmm- I'll give it 3 days.

So that was that done a couple of weeks ago (or so I thought). Turns out (and this is what said friend in Panic called to tell me) that the Superficial-Space-Cadet friend of mine has just gone right back into her old routine... and she's pulling the younger, more impressionable girls down with her.

AAARRRRGGHHH!!!
If only you lot couldve seen me... bleary-eyed , yet fully awake, punching holes into my perfectly good notebook, about to pull out my hair and just plain very angry in general. There we were, Friend in Panic & Flynn... but said friend wasn't done with the divulging of her shocking secrets... she had more.
Yet another "friend" of mine has been up to her old tricks again... only this time, it's worse, MUCH, MUCH worse.

I TOLD Freind in Panic that I didn't want to know... in fact, it's only when I insisted that I REALLY don't want to know, that she told me everything.

Dear god, I want to retain what little sanity I have left in me!!

Why is it that whenever I tell people "I DON'T want to know!", only then do they think to tell me of all the terrible things that happen to people & all the mindless things that "friends" of mine get up to??!!??

That's it- I've given up... I officially wash my hands off this bussiness of stressing for people who can't see passed their noses!! And I'm announcing, officially of course, that I'm no longer expending emotional energy for people who can't think beyond two seconds from now. In short- I'm through with being a "friend", but shall be, from now on, a mere associate... and don't try to convince me otherwise!!

I can't help these people anymore... I just can't! I've tried... I really have.

Ok- that's all... I am no fit to sleep again.

Horribubble!!

Still haven't recovered enough to keep my head from spinning. And to top it off, I'm dying of hunger, but at the same time, the smell/thought of food makes me ill... AND I get very exhausted after eating.

Anyone have any idea what this diseas is???

God help me... and just before Uni starts, no less.


Still spring cleaning, but decided to take a 2/3 day break...

Jumping Jellybeans!! Forgot to mention The Emu & her antics. The poor girl was stranded on a friend-less Island (her Uni) for her O-week, and decided to call me up, then decided that she wanted to come by my place. So she got here, but the house (ie- my room) was a complete DANGER zone & I was being a horribly graceless host. I did, however, get her hooked on The Emperor's New Groove...very funny cartoon movie thing- so that's one thing accomplished. Of course, no visit from the Emu can be complete without a distinctly Emu trademark left behind.
On her way out, guess what she discovered somewhere on my driveway?? A stray bird. That's right- the Emu found a Budgie, walking around our driveway, and naturally- she being The Emu- decided that poor thing needed nutturing, and so took him home... in a shoebox... on the train. Lol- Emu- you never cease to amaze me with your antics. (PS- have yet to check your blog for updates).

Went to Uni today... got my timetable...*sniff sniff*. Horribubble!! It gets worse: Ishi & Cosmos have 2 DAYS off!! AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! NOT FAIR!!

I dont have a single day off! AND- I have only ONE STUPID lecture on Tuesday- from 4-5PM! Someone tell me what possible motivation I can have to attend that lecture...every week... *sigh*.

On a brighter note: Look at the cutest little bundle of joy- my newest cousin (I think)... & her name's Imaani... isn't she sweeeet?

That's it from me, folks. Don't expect to read too much on this after Uni starts.

AHHH!! OMG- nearly forgot to mention. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! Sara B. (the floppy, carefree, Charlie) THE Sara B. has transferred to my Campus! YAY!! I'm so happy. My physics-plant-beverage-drinking buddy is (hopefully) going to be in my math classes.

:D

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