Sunday, June 25, 2006
Affected Affection
Assalamu alaikum All
I know, it' really appalling my lack of posting. So many blogworthy things have happened but now they're one huge fudged mistball of memories - I wanted to write about my surprise trip to Paris and how I didn't go up the Eiffel Tower cos it was closed, but got to see it as a jewel in the night sky instead when it was lit up with sparkles and the orange full moon peeped through in the background, hanging so low in the sky.
I had so much to say about all the beautiful ill babies on the paeds ward and the funny things they come up with. And the old lady with Dementia on the psych ward (a former civil servant) who thought she was Margaret Thatcher and that I had come to her so that she could teach me negotiation skills.
And how a flatmate on my peripheral attachment said 'I dont know if it's Islams or Moslems, but which one is it where the wife has to walk 10 steps behind her husband?' totally oblivious to the fact that I was an Islam/Muslim :P. And how I sneaked Mr. A into the flat and had him stay illegally and how the said flatmate thought I was some kind of nutter squirrelling away food into my room in the middle of talking to her in the kitchen (the food was for mr A) - she actually said 'you're like a hamster, storing away food in your room - you cant stand still' hmm
And about the time when we all raided the dermatology clinics 50% vaseline stores to polish our shoes (really good polish btw)
And how Dazey junior is here from Saudi (:D :D) for the summer and toto is back.
And how a hairdresser chopped all me hair off :'(
And so many other things.
But Ive forgotten em all. Never mind. More pressing (at least for me) is that Ive got an exam tomorrow :D ( hence the irresistable urge to blog) and im not prepared! Duas please!
Have been re-reading Malik Badri's Contemplation - good stuff, what? (hee hee i love bertie)
toodle-oo all
Nas xx
oh yes - who thinks 'blog' and 'blogging' sound rather rude? and log off sounds very rude. Like swearing. Log off!! tut. Id rather be a diarist than a blogger - much more dainty.
and sorry about the non-relevance of the post to the title - I just thought the title clever but couldnt think of anything to write about it.
I know, it' really appalling my lack of posting. So many blogworthy things have happened but now they're one huge fudged mistball of memories - I wanted to write about my surprise trip to Paris and how I didn't go up the Eiffel Tower cos it was closed, but got to see it as a jewel in the night sky instead when it was lit up with sparkles and the orange full moon peeped through in the background, hanging so low in the sky.
I had so much to say about all the beautiful ill babies on the paeds ward and the funny things they come up with. And the old lady with Dementia on the psych ward (a former civil servant) who thought she was Margaret Thatcher and that I had come to her so that she could teach me negotiation skills.
And how a flatmate on my peripheral attachment said 'I dont know if it's Islams or Moslems, but which one is it where the wife has to walk 10 steps behind her husband?' totally oblivious to the fact that I was an Islam/Muslim :P. And how I sneaked Mr. A into the flat and had him stay illegally and how the said flatmate thought I was some kind of nutter squirrelling away food into my room in the middle of talking to her in the kitchen (the food was for mr A) - she actually said 'you're like a hamster, storing away food in your room - you cant stand still' hmm
And about the time when we all raided the dermatology clinics 50% vaseline stores to polish our shoes (really good polish btw)
And how Dazey junior is here from Saudi (:D :D) for the summer and toto is back.
And how a hairdresser chopped all me hair off :'(
And so many other things.
But Ive forgotten em all. Never mind. More pressing (at least for me) is that Ive got an exam tomorrow :D ( hence the irresistable urge to blog) and im not prepared! Duas please!
Have been re-reading Malik Badri's Contemplation - good stuff, what? (hee hee i love bertie)
toodle-oo all
Nas xx
oh yes - who thinks 'blog' and 'blogging' sound rather rude? and log off sounds very rude. Like swearing. Log off!! tut. Id rather be a diarist than a blogger - much more dainty.
and sorry about the non-relevance of the post to the title - I just thought the title clever but couldnt think of anything to write about it.
