I hallucinated for the first time yesterday in many years (yeap, i'm ill) & these giant spiders were dropping from the sky & chasing me...freaky? No?
Well, not as freaky as the last hallucination that i had when i was having my maths exam in school... i kept on seeing my calculator floating in the air. Whenever i looked up, it kept on floating up & then landing back down again... somehow it always landed back when i needed it.
Caught up with some much needed reading & managed to finish a book.
I enjoyed every page. & i will not reveal the end of The End because surely you will have to read from the beginning to find out how The End truly ends otherwise you will not understand The End's the end.
If you have not done so already, indulge yourself in this series... more famously known as A Series of Unfortunate Events. It's about three orphans who keep getitng themselves into trouble because a certain villain named Count Olaf keeps trying screw them over.
I rarely laugh out loud reading a book but this is one of the few cases. Although The End was fairly serious, it still made me 'LOL' in a lot of places. So if you really want a fun read, i highly recommend this series.
So now that i'm done with a novel, i'm itching for a comic.
Geez...
I guess the tongue is something that we have to guard very carefully. Many people just talk & talk without realizing the dangers of it. Our mouth really sucks & can get us in a lot of trouble. Sheesh.
It was mentioned in a friend's blog that an ustazah in SG got detained at Changi Airport for saying out the word ''bomb''. She harmlessly said...''Beg saya berat macam ada bomb" which means ''My bag is heavy as though there is a bomb inside.''
Heck...they already treat us like crap in the airports so we have to be extra careful with our words.
Today's slang tells us that the word bomb is cool.
"Fall Out Boy is the bomb."
"This pen is the bomb."
"Taufik Batisah is the bomb."
The word BOMB should be avoided at airports at all cost. I mean it's fine and dandy from our perspective.
Our perspective:
Cute huh? Well look at ummm the other perspective.
Their perspective:
Do not use the word BOMB until our relationship with the non-Muslim folk get better. The day we stop being potrayed as terrorists in the movies is the day we can start using this word in airports. It shouldn't be long now.
In conclusion, your mouth could make you or break you. Make it the former. The latter sucks.
Sheesh. Judging by the reactions of some sisters regarding the previous post...it seems like i have some explaining to do.For those of you who don't know, in Canada early this year, an 11 year old Muslim girl was not allowed to play for her football team because the officials of the league felt the hijab/tudung was unsafe or something.Perhaps if the hijab/tudung was on fire & burning everyone to a crisp or if it contained flesh-eating bacteria, they would have a point. But it's no more dangerous than the boots that the players wear. It's simply another piece of garment in their eyes. So the previous post was based on this very incident...& perhaps takes a look at what WOULD happen if things were as bad as they say it is.Better still...i've got the link to the real deal on what really happen.http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2007/02/25/hijab-soccer.htmlGet reading people. Sheesh.
In breaking news...
At the Jalan Besar Stadium, four people have died in tudung-related choking incidents on the weekend during a football tournament organised by the Football Association of S'pore to promote religous harmonay between Madrasahs & secular schools.
"I knew this would happen," said P. Maniam Subramaniam, a senior referee in the Girls under 12 Football Tournament, "wasn't it a good idea to ban the tudung or what? I knew these kids would be dying left, right & centre if we let them wear it in the match."
Farah Al-Haddad has pleaded guilty on all accounts of manslaughter. "I didn't think my tudung was that deadly." Farah has agreed to spend the next 3 months in the Juvenile Rehabilatational Home for Girls to fix her murderous habits. "I deserve it i guess... getting killed on the field makes the game unfun for other girls."
Apparently during the tournament, Farah's tudung sprang to life & started smothering all the other players on the opposing team, choking four of them to death.
Farah Al-Haddad's father was also asked to shave his beard because the referee was worried that he could accidentally cut & disfigure other people's faces in the stands with his beard. "We also watch out for the safety of the fans as well," said Mr Maniam, "and I heard reports of people using their beards as knives to slash & stab people. It's completely unsafe."
Mr Al-Haddad complied with the referee. "I think in Singapore, things like religious freedom should be put away if it makes people uncomfortable. We need to make people feel safe of course because people with beards can be scary."
Having religious symbols banned for safety reasons isn't really exclusive to Singaporean Muslims. Last month, a Christian-based team called the Changi Village Crusaders were asked to stop praying before a match. "Apparently we could poke an eye out if we raise our hands in the air so we were asked to stop praying before the game. We now have lost 8 games in a row but that's okay... safety first."
Honestly, not even me along with the whole flipping skateboarding community in SG could eat all that.
This has surely got to be from the final signs? Or am i being paranoid? *faints*
And so i met up with a good buddy of mine after work to get some new spitfire trucks for my ''regina''. ( i named my skateboard ''regina'' as i thought it sounded pretty )
And so we were talking about stuphph when...
Hardi: DUDE, what HAPPENED to your leg?
Good bud: I shaved it.
Hardi: Why would you do that?
Good bud: Well, i shaved the other one & i couldn't just walk around with one shaved leg.
Hardi: Flawless logic. I apologize, dude.
I have no idea & wouldn't understand if i asked him why he shaved his hairy legs. He's just fun to be around. I cannot predict him, understand him, or categorize him. But i can love him, so i do that. Brotherly love that is...
Last words, when i think of love. I think of Ribena. Its neither a lie nor an exaggeration.
Later.
That zombie flick, 28 Weeks Later has somehow rather re-ignited my thoughts regarding zombies.
Let me be clear: i don't believe zombies are real nor am i scared of them. Nonetheless, i spend serious time every day thinking about them. I have never been more serious. It's completely true.
This zombie stuphph comes up right before i try & go to sleep, or while i politely try & listen to something i don't find interesting. Zombie thoughts are my in the fault lines of my mind's default to a fault.
I have this scenarios that keep cropping out from my brain stems...
1) You wake up in the morning & you're home sick from school. Your parents are at work. If you have siblings, they're at school. You look out your window & everything seems pretty good. Then, out of no where, in the middle of the road, you see a man running like the devil is on his heels. Soon your eyes see things in a totally different way. Small, but significant things are different. Your neighbour's newspaper is still on his porch & his door is open. A stroller is unattended & standing on the pavement. Do you assume a zombie attack?
2) You're studying in the library & all of a sudden things get too quiet. The librarian then walks down the aisle moaning as if experiencing orgasm & wild eyed, with her mouth blood-smeared. She turns & stares at you, then comes your way, arms outstretched. What do you do? Say hello?
3) Humanity is teetering on the edge of extinction because of zombies. You aren't sure if you & this other guy are all that represents humanity, but you think it's a pretty close call. The dude, who is a jerk but is also a Muslim, asks you to marry him in hopes of helping humankind persist. Do you marry him?
4) Is killing a zombie haram? Is it haram to devise methods to kill yourself while in a zombie state?
Last thoughts...can zombies be vegetarian?
Right on, Einstein!
Einstein is awesomely cool.
To cool for school.
I feel pretty...oh so pretty..i feel pretty and witty and...full from caaaaaake!!!
I should stop talking, in here and to myself.
