Bananas.

I can't drink milk and I have to eat bananas and drink water. If we hurry in decluttering our house we can get out the sewing machine. Hammy is frying fish for lunch. We just came back from therapy. I'm famished.

^Complaints.

Mmm, the fish smells good.

4 weeks until Ramadan. In honor of it, I present to you some Ramadan songs.

The Months in Islam
http://youtu.be/6FTLB59Cs5U
Heard this song in El's van once.

When We've Scanned the Sky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQP_JQiQmDM
An old favorite of mine.

Ramadan Nasheed by Al-Afasy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S13QAVB_Agw
Yerp. No comment.

Enjoyyy.

-Nu

Sweat

I'm ready to go to speech therapy, and I'm sweaty. It's not wearing-too-much-clothes sweaty, but it's sick sweaty. I hate.

I hope I don't barf at therapy.

Right now Skin is doing weird things to her hair.

And mum just called, so bye.

-Pained Tummy Nu

Barf.

So basically I DIDN'T sleep in mummy's room last night because my daft tummy started acting up again, and the temperature was so hot, and it made me lazy. I slept in my bed. (Which reminds me, I gotta go clean it plus my desk.)

I woke up at 3AM due to tumpains. I turned on the light and evil Skin appeared to be awake.
"N, what're you doinnnng?" she moaned zombie-ishly.
I moaned back, "My tummy hurts, I don't know what to do."
"Go to the bathroom," she moaned.
 I toiletted some, and then I went back to my bed, but I still felt horrible. In my head I wondered if I should go and protest to mummy or not.

I went and woke mummy up. "Terkejut lah!" she mumbled, which can translate to, "You scared me!"

Yeah, well, my tummy is scarier. It keeps growwwwling. I wonder what is actually happening in my tummy.

So mum asked me some questions a doctor would have asked. Then I went downstairs and drank some water. Unfortunately it made me run over to the bathroom and puke in the potty. Urgh.

So yeah, then I went to go sleep on the couch. Dad later woke me up before he left for Fajr. "You okay N?"

I nodded.

So then I went back to my bed and slept there. When I woke up, Skin was having her class and I was just in my bed feeling horrible. Then it hit me - NOBODY WOKE ME UP FOR FAJR THEY PRAYED BY DEMSELVES ISH THEY GOT A PROBLEM

So I went to the bathroom, quickly made waz, and prayed. I was in silent agony.

Now I'm supposed to do math, and I just drank water, and my tummy is making sounds, disgusting sounds, and barf wants to come out of my mouth. But I won't let it.

And again, this post was written on the iPad and I'll fix it when I get on the computer.

-Pained Tummy Nu