Your Work Has Just Begun

I just thought of that random title.

Anyways, today was the third day of my SEMAA camp. Reb did not come, but we managed to make our robot dump ping pong balls into a box. We then had a competition and we lost.

WAAA POOR ME AND EM. AND REB.

My tummy hurts because I ate too much today and I feel like turding too. My tummy and butt are processing and we're going swimming tonight. And a new Imam is coming here tomorrow, from what I heard form Mum and Hammy's discussion, and there's going to be a dinner at the masjid on Friday, Hammy said.

Yerp. Das it.

I think I should go turd....


bai! ♥

-Nu

Erma!

Oh my! I haven't been here for the whole weekend!

Well, Saturday we went to Hib's house and then we went to the masjid at night for an awesome dinner. Nev and Jess were there, and Nev was hilarious.

Sunday was Sunday school, and Ramadan was discussed. Next Sunday is the last Sunday school.

Today was my SEMAA camp. I made a robot with my two teammates who were named Reb and Em. Em was crazy.

That's mainly it. If I felt like it I'd tell you the stories in more detail but I unfortunately don't feel like it. So goodbye.

-Nu

Ughhhh....wow.

I haven't been here for two days.

Ugh.

Well, to the news.

Wednesday night we went swimming. Well, only Ummi and Skin did. I went to the masjid with Hammy and Abi. So there were these two new converts, a mum and her daughter. The mum is Jess, and the daughter is Niv. They were talking to someone named Asm, and I heard them talking while I was 'practicing' my surah in the library. So yerrp...

Then nothing happened yesterday.

Today we went to the masjid for ummi's class. Only D was there, so Ummi taught only one student. And so basically that wraps it up. Tonight there's a meeting about Ramadan at the masjid. I wanna go. So I will. After Abi and Hammy get back from soccer. Hammy is wearing black and red. So will I, tonight.

Catch you later.

-Nu

I dislike pained tummies

Okay, maybe not. I HATE/LOATHE/WANNA KILL/DESPISE PAINED TUMMIES AND STOMACHACHES AND FOOD POISONED TUMMIES AND PEOPLE.


Mmm, these potatoes are good.

-Nu

PS: Stop rant-yelling and calm down.

Yeeeerg. Have I abandoned you guys?

If I have, I apologize.

Hammy was very annoying today. He squirted me with a water gun.

Tomorrow I have Speech therapy again.

Next week I have my SEMAA Battle of the Bots at NMSU something-something.

My tummy felt great last night and this morning, but in the afternoon it started feeling horrible again. I am weak right now which might explain some of the bad grammer in this pst.

I tried rukyah on tummy a milliob times but aaaah it takes a long time to work because Allah is testing me.


I better go do my Quran. Seeyalater alligater.

-Nu

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

Worst Day Ever? I'm not sure.

So I didn't go teach Sunday school today because of my pained tummy. But actually, when everyone came back from tennis (they went without me because I was all moaning and groaning on the couch feeling horrible) my tummy felt better, and I wanted to go to Sunday school. But that was junky, since I already emailed one of the Sunday school bosses saying I couldn't go because of my tummy. Good thing though, because last night I had a dilemma.

[Last night]

"Okay, so we're having lunch at Kylie's tomorrow. But how can I go if it starts at Sunday school time?" I wondered aloud.
"Do you have to go?" Mum asked.
"Yes," I insisted. "Since Hnd (aka Umm Arwa) left, there's these three girls who don't have a teacher now, and also, I have to teach Hal and Nab."
"Oh."
"You don't HAVE to go," growled S, comin' at me with a killer knife in her hand. No, just kidding.
I attacked her in my head.

Then Dad called and he said he was coming home and if any of us wanted to go to the masjid we should get ready. Earlier Mum was pestering me about my math. Grrrrr. So I got ready but I didn't have time to finish my math, because dad came home and showered and then more things happened. In my head I panicked, but partly satisfied that I could get away from my math for a while.

When I came home from the masjid, Skin told me that Mummy said that I couldn't go to Sunday school tomorrow because I didn't finish my math.

Uh-oh.

I attacked Mum and put her in the NuNu dungeon. In my head.

So I cursed my math (yes, I apologize for being bad) and then I tried to finish it before bedtime so I could go. Skin helped me. Sort of.

But then Dad barged in and said, "Do it tomorrow, after Fajr."

I was like ASDSDFFFJLGJ, then he turned off the lights when I wasn't even wearing my PJ's yet.

So I got ready for bed, put my math away, and got in bed.

It was a terrible experience, because my tummy was growling all night, and I wanted to barf. I somehow slept by the mercy of God.

[End of last night scene]

This morning I prayed Fajr and then dad told me to do my math, but I just wasn't in the mood for it. My annoying tummy was acting up again, so I stayed in my bed and ignored my mum telling me to get ready for tennis.

They left without me and I lay down on the couch until I felt slightly better. Then I ate some food including dad's strange eggs. Then I read my horror books.

Then they came back, and then a few hours after that mum made Apam Warna-warna for Auntie Sal.
Then we left for Kylie's house.

We ate food. Auntie Sal gave us clothes. I got three new hair bands. Yay.

Then we left at 'Asr time and prayed at the masjid. When I got there, kids crowded all over me.

Hal and Nab tickled me, Reem high fived me, Ak pretended she didn't know me, and Zak put me, Nab, and Reem into a pile.

Then we calmed down and prayed.

Then we left. Hal and Nab call me a tickle monster.

I wonder who was their teacher today.

So when we got home, I read a book or something (I don't remember) and then I took a nap. When I woke up I felt horrible, everything was so hot and I was sweating.

I got some water and lay back down in my bed.

That's all. I did this all on the iPad and that explains why this post is in terrible grammar. I'll fix it tomorrow.

Tomorrow Hammy & I have speech therapy and Skin is going to a boys and girls club thing with someone named Jn. I will talk about her tomorrow.

We're sleeping in mummy's room tonight. The temperature is eighty something.

-Nu

[grammarly fixed by NuNu on Monday, June 10, 2013]

I have a terrible tummyache.

Or stomachache. Whatever.

Mum gave me a red medicine yesterday that looked like an eraser. I ate it. Tasted sorta sweet. Sister thought it was gross.


BUT WHO CARES.

IT MADE MY TUMMY HURT.

I AM SERIOUS.

It hurt all night and I couldn't sleep and it was awful and I almost barfed and I barfed on Wednesday and I forget why but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

-Nu