Was i born too early or too late?

Most days as i sit and wonder, This question often comes to my mind. Was i born years too early or years too late? So now you must be wondering why is my mind not made up? well I can never decide whether i have traditional principles or futuristic principles... For example i love family... I think i am always excited if i am about to meet a new cousin (sometimes i think that scares them off) To me family is very important to me even my four most closest friends are my sisters. If i was to introduce them to a stranger i would this is my younger sister. These days family had become and old age principle... whereas i love staying in a big family there are people i know who couldn't wait to leave home and stay on their own. but then i think i might never get to see the automated cars where u just say to the computer where you want to go and relax. (As you can see the influence of the in death series has already started to set in)

There are times when i wonder if i was too mature when i was younger and now i am just too much of a big kid. i mean i know my responsibilities but now playing childish games, painting like a kid and even watching cartoons is not embarrassing. i even love sitting on kiddie rides. : D but then i still wonder when i will be able to play a virtual reality game or even come home and say where is mom or dad and instantly be able to locate them instead of shouting Mom or Dad or even have a treadmill with different environment program eg a beach or a park etc.

 So here i am in 2009 wondering whether I was born in just the right century... smack bang in the middle... :)

Pearls of wisdom

Hunger, Dua, Sadaqa & Istighfar are ways of defeating Shaytan.

Tawassul- A means to reach a certain goal, nearness.

Sura Maidah verse 35

"... Seek means of nearness to him and stride hard in his way..."

Prophet (SAW) said: "Nobody has understood Allah except my myself and Ali"

Using the fourteen Masoomeens as wasila is not shirk as when we start Dua-e-Tawassul we say "O Allah, I beseech Thee, and turn towards Thee," How can this be shirk when we are calling to Allah before using Masoomeen as a wasila to gain nearness to him.

Fishes...

At the bottom there are 5 Fishes...

The Blue one is me

The Yellow one is Jouty

The Green one is Sars

The Red one is Nain

And Last but not least the Orange one is Salz...

If you want to be part of my fishes please let me know

The Power of Prayers

Maryam , a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store.

She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.

She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

John Mafenesi, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once. Visualizing the family needs, she said:

'Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.'
John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.

The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, 'Do you have a grocery list?'

Maryam replied, 'Yes sir.'

'O.K' he said, 'put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your
grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.' Maryam, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.

The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down. The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly
to the customer and said begrudgingly, 'I can't believe it.'

The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales.

The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.

The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.

It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:

YaAllah, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands.'

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.

Maryam thanked him and left the store.

The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said;

'It was worth every penny of it. Only Allah Knows how much a prayer weighs.'

THE POWER OF PRAYER: When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do.

Just stop right now, and say a prayer of thanks for your own good fortune.
Then please send this to all your friends and relatives.

I believe if you will send this testimony out with prayer in faith, you will receive what you need God to do in your and your families' life .

So dear heart, trust Allah to heal the sick, provide food for the hungry, clothes and shelter for those that don't have as we do. Ameen Yarab

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.

There is no cost but a lot of rewards.

May you always walk with Angels

My prayer for you today:

The eyes beholding this message shall not behold evil, the hands that will send this message to others shall not labor in vain, the mouth saying Ameen to this prayer shall laugh forever. Remain in Allah's love as you send this prayer to everybody on your list. Have a lovely journey of life! Trust in Allah with all your heart and He will never fail you because He is
Awesome!

If you truly need a blessing, continue reading this email:

O Allah, most Gracious most merciful, I pray to you that you abundantly bless my family and me. I know that you recognize, that a family is more than just a mother, father, sister, brother, husband and wife, but all who believe and trust in you.

I send up a prayer request for blessings for not only the person who sent this to me, but for me and all that I have forwarded this message on to. And that the power of joined prayer by those who believe and trust in you is more powerful than anything. I thank you in advance for your blessings.


Peace and Blessings...

Bored....

I am bored... somebody save me please....

You Know you are living in 2009....

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2009 when

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
 

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years. 

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.

Unamed story: Grams Advice and getting ready

Since i am taking a break from writing about the different characters in Ash's life i decided to give u guys a break and work on her Birthday party that never happened.

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Grams advice and getting ready

My 21st birthday party was held 3 weeks after the actual date since it was so hard to get everybody together. Since it was late my dad decided to hold a masquerade ball. Only the best for his little flower and also to out show his brothers. So with plans underway for this ball i just hoped that there were no slimy characters my father was planning to introduce me too. I could do with a break and after all it was my 21st birthday bash and i was allowed to enjoy it.

So as the day dawned all my sisters, sisters-in-law and cousins were making the last minute preparations while grams and i enjoyed the day at a spa. At the spa we got facials. manicures, pedicures and mud baths. At the spa Grams and i were chatting about the husband hunt. I told her what had been going on and she found it quite hilarious the way i spoke about the different characters.

"Honey I hope you become the first granddaughter of mine to celebrate her 22nd birthday a spinster. Your Gramps and his sons still live in the 16th century... I want you to fall in love get to know your partner before actually marrying him. That way you know he won't turn out to be a chauvinist like your gramps.!

"Grams!" I was shocked... Grams was actually on my side... I never knew she felt so strongly about this custom. I was so happy. It was like Christmas having got exactly what i wanted. With Grams on my side i could conquer the world. As we got buffed and shined grams and I talked about what i wanted to do in my life. Finally at 4pm grams and i were ready to leave and made our way to the hotel where my ball was being held. I wasn't allowed to peak into the ballroom so i made my way to my room. There i stood and looked at the shimmering blue ball gown. Simple and elegant yet very eye catching. My mask was blue and silver with feather on the sides. I had opted for one with a band so i wouldn't have to keep holding it up. As i waited for time to pass i thought about what grams had said. would I ever find the one guy who would love me? So far all i could see in my future was characters like the one i had met. As i started to get ready i thought about the elaborate schemes my family had thought up for tonight. My main mission was to get through tonight unscathed. i applied minimal make up and then put on my dress. I truly felt like Cinderella going to a ball but i know tonight i would not meet my prince charming. I quickly checked my appearance in the mirror put on my blue stiletto heels and made my way to the door when suddenly there was a knock

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Hah! I got you guys... cliff hanger :)

The Good old school days!!!!! Part one

I remember when i first went to school in England and had to lug my heavy school bag around. There i was standing thinking to myself "where am i? what am i doing here?" I didn't know anyone and i was just plain scared. As i was led to my class all my memories from back home came flooding back... 

Man i really loved school then... I mean the stuff we got up to... lets just say we were a rowdy bunch...

First was hitting the tennis ball into the construction site for 6 nearly every day... and then trying to get the ball back... that really made the teachers mad but hey that's all that we could play it was either cricket or football and i don't think dealing with scraped knee's was high on the teachers agenda. Ok so the first term passed relatively peacefully accept for the time i got thrown out of class for not talking... I couldn't believe it... I always talked with plan and never got caught but the one time i decide to pay attention the teacher thinks i am the one who is talking and get thrown out. Talk about what goes around come around. 

so came term 2... now that was the settling in term as we moved from the downstairs class rooms to the upstairs class rooms. let me just add we had set class rooms. There was no need to move around with a heavy bag because the teachers came to us rather then us going to them... no wonder we had a relaxed time. Anyways coming back to term 2 it was new students new teachers and a whole load of new rules. For one we had gotten uniforms which made us look like waitresses in a restaurant. But hey it beat some of the uniforms the other kids in other schools were wearing. As the months passed we came to end of Feb when the year 8's locked the teachers in the staff room. Yes we had a small faculty of teachers. Back to locking the teachers well as usual us year sevens got blamed... why because we had a reputation for playing pranks on nearly everyone. As far as punishments were concerned this was one of the worst ones... we had to stand out in the quadrangle for all the school to see and face up looking at sun. After 10 minutes looking up into the fiery rays of the sun the year 9's decided to step in and show the teachers who the real culprits were. That set the tone to the battle between the year 7's and year 8's which would climax on April fools day. The weeks before that were a nightmare since both years were trying to prove that they were the supreme pranksters. It all came down to April's fool when they year 8's decided to scare the teachers into thinking one of their class mates had collapsed and died. I felt that was going to far but some of the teachers did actually get scared and run to the class room where the alleged dead body was. They were in for a shocker or at least the year 8's were since they teachers did not take it kindly to frightened like that. So yeah they were in detention that lunch time. It was time for the year 7's to show the school that we were smart, cunning and clever. Basically we flooded the whole school. How we managed to get away with it to this day i will never know but we got away and reigned supreme. We were the king's of pranksters. 

The school i was standing in here in England was nothing like back home. Grey and dreary with everyone rushing to get to class on time i felt alone and sad... i missed my teachers and friends and wanted to head back home... What prison had i ended up in?

The Day so far...

Today has been a lazy day... and yes i do mean a lazy day... Good news... Sallu is back... wohoo it was great to hear her voice... the poor thing is in the jet lag stage... Okay so far today i did some editing for chiru;s Application... why to people think its nice to put a character limit (yes i mean character limit) they even count a space as a character... how are you supposed to sell yourself if you cant even write much... anyways so i did that... read a chapter from my book, and basically chilled out...  i love my lazy days... But the night ended with a hilarious game of Wii bowling... with chiru becoming a pro now i am determined more then ever to take back my championship title... now with the weekend looming and Q planning to come over on the weekend it should be fun... Maybe i will even get some writing done :D

The obedient wife

'The Obedient Wife' 

There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real miser when it came to his money.
Just before he died, he said to his wife...'When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me.'
And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.
 

Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, and just
before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, 
'Wait just a moment!'   
She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and they rolled it away.    
So her friend said, 'Girl, I know you were not foolish enough to put all that money in there with your husband.'
The loyal wife replied, 'Listen, I'm a Christian; I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money into the casket with him.' 
You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?' 
'I sure did,' said the wife. 'I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a cheque.... If he can cash it, then he can spend it.'

I love this one... It just makes me laugh and be proud of being a woman... Guys out there can u handle this joke?

Quiz night

So i was bored and took these quiz's so as to read an analysis on my self... The blue comments are my own :)

What my dreams say about me?

You are a very serious individual.

Your dreams say that you have a hard time having fun. You may be too preoccupied with work or something similar. If your dreams are sad or scary, try to learn to have a little more fun. However, if your dreams end up happy, then you may be fine as you are. Remember, nothing in the world of dreams and the human mind is definite. 

I dunno if this is true or not... you tell me...

Who is your soulmate?

Belongs With Someone With Rhythm

Your future lover should be someone with talent. Someone who can juggle your busy schedule and make it work. You guys have something extremely important in your life in common. 

Hahaha... bz schedule... i wonder what that schedule is...

Where will i be 10 years from now? 

Theme Parks

10 years from now.. you'll be seen in a theme park having a walk with your loved one! You enjoy living the life for the moment..You also love traveling! You always take things slow and calm! But beware, time passess by, you never know maybe later or tomorrow would be your last day and you'll regret the things you haven't done! 

I wouldn't be surprised

What 2009 song am i?

 

The Climb - Miley Cyrus

You are a climb. You are reaching for your goals and believing who u truly are. Your very sweet and sensitive to everyone you know. This makes you very appealing to people. Everyone knows that you are the quiet, shy, mature SEXY person

:)

Whats my maturity level? (this shud be a laugh...)

10-14

In the middle school range of maturity, there are certain lines you're bound to cross. Laughing at some things (such as someone falling over), you're learning how to keep you mouth shut.

Lol... 

Personality analysis...

The Entertainer - You throw the best parties in town, can take home the bacon and fry it up in a pan. Your magnetic personality keeps your calendar full of suitors. You are a true people-person and friends flock to your pad for comfort and cheer. What kind of party will you be throwing this weekend?

Just so you know... it was rubbish... but makes for comical reading :D

Nintendo wii

Who would have ever thought that this game console would give us family time. We all enjoy it and have different faves... but in this post i want to talk about the games from Wii sports.

Tennis
I like it but right now i feel cheated as my opponents seem to have double the skill level while everyone else gets easy opponents or one with matching skills. I seem to be losing all my matches at the moment... I need some alone time with the Wii to catch up with everyone.

Baseball
Right this is one game i don't play at al. The first time i played i kept getting out. Its just too much to play... If it was cricket maybe i would have had a go but since i am not interested i stay away from it.

Golf
I dont have patience to play the real thing... I don't think the Wii version will interest me either. I just can't get into the groove of it... I try though...

Bowling
Now this is my fave game. I managed to stay on top of everyone until our resident champion came and beat me to it. I now have made it my mission to take back my title...

Boxing
I am the only one who play this... I find it a good game for anger management... I can now just pretend my opponent is the person i am mad at and give them a good thrashing :P... even though my skill isn't so high i manage to pummel my opponents at every round. I love it... Muhahaha

Another fave of mine is Mario kart. I love the characters and the tracks... i find it most times difficult even though i know how to drive. It shames me that my niece and nephew are much better then me at this game... sniff sniff... I might have to practice some more.

My haphazard thoughts and pearls of wisdom

Just when i plan to catch up on my sleep i become an insomniac... I probably sleep 4 to 6 hours in a day... the rest of the day just seems to be spent trying to get some sleep... So i tried all the usual remedies... reading, listening to my mp3, closing my eyes and thinking of a peaceful place (no that it works coz every time i try, i think of other things that start to make my mind work) even chocolate doesnt have the drowsy effect any more... Sleep come to me... Please... i need you.

so its 13 days before i actually go back to work... after the long holiday i am still not looking forward going back to work... 2 weeks fasting during the hols and 2 weeks at work... i guess thats a good deal since i will prolly get 2 days off for Eid meaning i prolly will have a long weekend... But going back after 7 weeks will prolly be tough...

As for Salz i am starting to worry... Its either forgetful me who has confused the dates of her return or she is avoiding me... I think she is still away... Out of my four sisters i miss her the most... Maybe its cause we actually live in the same country... Sallu come back quick... I have loads to tell you... I miss your witty comments... Come back... come back... (titanic style)

As for the pearls of wisdom...
Eating less purifies the heart. I never thought eating would have such a big effect to my spirituality... right so from now own less eating...

The outcome of fasting is less eating and less talking- i wonder if that will work for me... if not i am not fasting the right way...

Unamed Story: Bachelor no 3: The cow

Lol u must wonder what the title means but i am sure once u read it u will understand why i chose that title.

Bachelor#3: The Cow
Dad was not impressed with me staying out the whole night especially since i was at Zed's house. The day after Mika there was a mini world war between Dad and myself. I had vowed not to talk to him after the accusations he threw at me. A week later Jerry the Cow came to see me. It seemed like every weekend was dedicated to bringing someone or the other to see me. Suddenly i felt like a porcelain doll with rubies and diamonds that was in a showcase. You would think by now everyone one would have realized it was the 21st century and still not the 16th century. As i got ready to meet Jerry i prayed in my heart that he would be the one but as soon as i saw him my hopes shattered. Jerry was busy chewing gum like a cow chews on its curd. At that instant in my thoughts the future came to me... Little Jerry's all chewing gum like cow's. Ewww... I really just wanted to run out. I turned and looked at Willow pleadingly but she just pushed me through. I went and sat trying to think of a way to get out of this meeting as quickly as possible. All through his speech (I say speech cause thats what it sounded like) i was thinking of various ways to escape. It came to me suddenly... i could fake an asthma attack... I had done it before when i was in high school and no one would even know... so i started to act uncomfortable lightly beating my chest... Jerry asked if i was ok and i nodded... as he continued to sell himself i started to breathe more heavily and he got scared... thinking that i was either having a heart attack or dying and decided to give me the kiss of life... As soon he picked me threw me on the floor i jumped up and looked at him like he had gone crazy. "what are you trying to do?" He looked shocked "You are ok?" "ofcourse I am ok... You think i want your chewing lips anywhere near me? Ewww" I just left the room and went to the kitchen where Dad, Mom, Willow and Lucas were sitting. "So how did it go?" Willow asked. " I think Lucas needs to go and let him down gently... i don't think he is Mr right for me. Its that chewing gum. All the time i sat there all that came to mind was how much he resembled a cow... i just felt so digusted" Dad got up in a huff and went out. He was still not happy with me and i wasn't bothered. Little did i know that he would be pulling out the big guns on me.

Bachelor #4 will be coming up soon... when i can think of another charater trait... ;) Suggestions are welcome.

My resolutions for Mahe-Ramadhan

1. Complete the Holy Quran in this month

2. Help out at Mosque

3. Recite Namaz-e-Layl everyday

4. Give charity

5. Contemplate on my life.

Unamed Story: Bachelor 2 The Junkie

so we get to bachelor 2... Sars and Jouty and Nain... where are the comments? :D You guys know how much they mean to me... So get commenting...

Bachelor 2: The Junkie
Mika the Junkie was bachelor #2 to come round ours. What i didn't understand is how my dad. who is so against drugs and stuff hadn't known that Mika was a supplier as well as a user. Anyways i don't think he meant to tell me that he was a user... It just slipped out " So me and my friends usually stay home Friday night and get our fix... I supply it too i mean whatever you fix i can get it for you... Its good money... that's how i can afford such a nice car and my mansion" I sat there totally gobsmacked at the fact he wasn't even ashamed. Unlike last time when i lost it and shouted, this time i just said "It was nice meeting you Mika, i am sure that my Dad will get back to you with my decision... after all a girl needs to be picky these days. Thank you" with that i walked out straight out to the backyard where all the men had gathered around. Calmly i went up and asked "which one of you found Mika huh?" They all looked at each other then my oldest brother said one of his colleagues had suggested Mika. I went up to my brother picked the newspaper he was reading and whacked him hard on the head. He was stunned and before he could speak i lashed out "Tell you stupid colleague to get Mika married to his sister... You thought just because you colleague suggested him he must be good... The man is a junkie... he is a supplier and a user... Are you guys so tired of me that you don't mind hitching your sister to a junkie... am i that much of a burden" by then i was already crying. All i felt was humiliation and embarrassment. Embarrassed because i was the toughie who never cried in front of anyone and humiliated because no one had actually tried to find out what type of a person Mika was. I ran back into the house grabbed the keys to my Harley from the kitchen counter and my helmet from the hallway table and went to see Zed. Zed would understand. As soon as Zed opened the door i fell into his arms and cried. After my bout of sobbing i explained to Zed what has happened and the fury in his eyes surprised me. Zed was angry and ready to take on all the males in my family... My best friend was on my side... I calmed him down and we decided to have pizza and watch a movie. That was the first time i spent the night at Zed's house and the next Morning my dad wasn't impressed.

Lol... Nain, Sars and Jouty i expect comments... :)

The first fast... And Sallu's return

Today's fast went well... i thought it would be go bad but it went quite well... so i guess if the start is good then the whole month will be good... (Insha...) as for Sallu's return.... she is coming back tomoro and i am so excited... I missed my baby... it'll be so good to hear her voice... i never ever thought i would miss her that much... but i did... anyways tomorrow is a new day... Lets see how i feel tomorrow... and now its only 2 weeks of my holiday left... gosh the holiday has gone quick but i plan to cherish these 2 weeks and make the most of them...

Unamed story: Bachelor No 1: the smoker

Think the title says it all

Bachelor No 1: The Smoker
Here I was sitting in front of Mark who I instantly nicknamed the smoker. You could smell the smoke on him as he entered. Why don't guys who smoke realize that some of us don't really want to smell their smoke infested clothes? That's why deo's were invented. He should have at least sprayed some on before he came to see me. Anyways we sat down and had a little chat getting to know each other like you would the person who sat next to you on a 13 hour flight. Had Zed and I really sat down and talked this way. I didn't think so... Zed and I just became friends anyways coming back to Mark. We talked about our likes and dislikes and as he kept talking I found myself getting more and more irritated. But what blew it for me was the fact that when I told him I had asthma and if were to contemplate a future he would either have to stop smoking or smoke outside and the lunatic had the audacity to tell me that he had already cut down to 5 cigarettes a day he couldn't cut down anymore and he would never go smoke outside, it was his house he could do whatever he wanted. That's when I saw red... I just got up and yelled "GET OUT" He tried to redeem himself but by then my father and brothers and brothers-in-law had already heard the shout and were making their way to the room. “You know where the door is don't let it hit you on the way out" and with that I walked out holding my head high. That's when I bumped into my dad and told him that I didn't like this guy and never to bring him to our house again. Never had I spoken to my dad with such a tone. I went to my room and fell face down on the bed. This was going to be a long year... I wonder what other characters were yet to come.

Hope you guys loved it....

Unamed Story

Ok so i was sitting in the car thinking what a lovely day... when i got this brill idea for a story... now i dont have a name so i shall just call it Unamed story....

The beginning of the End.
As my 21st birthday approached that dreaded feeling got worse. None of my older sisters had made it to their 22nd birthday single. It was a customary rule in our family that when a girl reached 21 she should be shown off like a prize horse. Well at least that's what my uncles and grandpa thought. My Dad even though he followed this stupid custom he allowed us to choose and didn't hold grand 21st birthday parties like some of my family did.

Anyways first of all let me introduce my self... My name is Ash... just Ash and yes i will be turning 21 in 2 days time. Now Willow, Hazel, Holly and Camellia had all arrived home to plan my birthday and what was known as a rite of passage. Since i was the youngest they had been fussing over me and had become over emotional... over the past few days i had taken to locking myself into one of the many bathrooms to escape the tears shed quite generously by my mother, sisters and sisters-in-law while the men in my family... well lets just say they were feeling quite proud of the fact that they were soon going to be able to threaten and tease yet another bloke. Did anyone think of maybe how i felt... Did they even ask if i was ready... NO they just assumed that i was ready and planned to dump a whole load of guys on me letting me pick. If only Zed was my boyfriend then i wouldn't be in this mess. Oh yeah i forgot to mention Zed... Zed is my friend lets just say my best friend... we are together always i mean when i go out he's with me and we do stuff together... see if he was my boyfriend i would skip this hassle and marry him like Holly did with her husband... she didn't have to go through all this since she and James were in love and had decided to get married... anyways i think this is going to be a laugh... i might just end up being the first North who will still be single on her 22nd birthday... I cant see myself finding Mr Right for me in one year...

Ok so thats it... when i feel like i will write some more...

Another Long day

Its been one of those days... where i have not had time for myself... just been catching up with stuff to do... cards... folding samosa... which reminds me i have to go and sort that.... lol thats what happens when i forget i remember at odd times like when i am writing on my blog... or when i half asleep at 3 am... anyways back to where i was... yeah cooking putting the clothes out picking them hoovering washing... i had a typical house wife day today... sometimes i feel married just without the husband... lol... life eh... the ups and downs... but i love it...

Another busy week

It looks like its going to be one of the most busiest weeks yet... i wonder where time flies... so many things to do... This has been one of my busiest summers... i wish i had just gone away on holiday and left everyone at home... right now if i had a choice... i would be somewhere on a beach soaking up the sun and waves... maybe with a nice book... now worries about anything... me myself and I... Since i cant physically be there maybe i can day dream about it... like i say if wishes were horses beggars would fly

The summer of travelling...

Here I am... Just a week away from Mah-e-Ramadhan... and already i have been to London thrice, Essex, Leicester and Kettering... Although the various trips have been for various reasons its just been busy... I cant think of one weekend when i have been free just to rest... its just been bz... and now there is 3 weeks to holidays... Its time to sleep... and get rested for work....

Its the middle of the week...

So today has been one of those days when everything has been just so laid back... My routine went haywire and i think its going to end with me either being hyper and actually getting something done or where i am so tired that i will fall asleep... As the days pass by i wonder whats in store for my future... with many friends and cousins getting engaged and married i wonder when the pressure will really start to mount... but there are good things to look fwd to, going back to work, starting my course in october if all goes thru... Also the coming of a new cousin into the family... its been 4 years since we have had a baby in the family... so i am quite excited with anticipation as to the gender of this baby. it would be nice to have a boy... but a girl would give the girls a head lead of 3... lol... yeah a girl would be lovely... i cant wait... wohoo...

4 more weeks

the holidays are going really quick... 4 more weeks left and already i feel the dreaded going back feeling.... the time flies and now i plan to make the most of it... sleep mostly... hopefully... and with fasting on the way it'll be easier to sleep... i wonder what is in store for the next couple of weeks but i plan to enjoy them thoroughly befor going back to work

Essex...

It was a great trip... even tho we were just at home... the day was nice and warm... until we got back from there and it started to pour... then i loved the rain coz it became cool.... yay... i loved it

Grrrrr

Anger can be such a bad emotion... but sometime i guess i am allowed to be angry... its hard to be selfless but its ok to be selfish sometimes... life sometimes treats us badly and so do the people we care about... so i guess its ok to be angry at them once in awhile...