GoTong RowYong

Today was the last day of tennis before Mom and Dad go to Hosh, inshelleh. In kes yu dun't knoo wert Hosh is or yu dun't berly unnerstin' dis sennence, ah shud stahp the gangstah lanwidge.

(Translation: In case you don't know what Hajj is or you don't barely understand this sentence, I should stop the gangster language.)

So I made the pro team again today (jk) by hitting the ball ever so very stylishly that even Dad couldn't help copying me. A random kid scootered around the court and came in the other court too. I felt like smacking him.

When we got home we gotong royonged. That means everyone pitching in to help do something, like cleaning. We gotong royonged the house, because if Mom and Dad were going to Hosh, then people would come and stay with us. And Mom is very particular about people coming to our house and using the bathroom, because she's very superior about her bathroom and thinks it's cleaner than ours because she's an adult.

N

Blue

Today I went to the farmer's market with Mom and Dad and Z. Z got lost and he cried. Dad was mad. I bought blue cotton candy. Then we went to the bank. Mom almost went inside the wrong car. Poor, dear mom. XD XD XD

Last night we were at Albertsons with Kak Nora. Ummi took too long, so Dad and H went to the masjid without us. I was crestfallen. Guess no show 'n tell presentation to my friends. Boohoo...

The reason Mom took years was because she was Hajj shopping. I was grumpy because we missed Isha at the masjid. Ah well...

The halaqa is today. It might be after Asr or the usual, which is after Maghrib. I hope it's after Maghrib. It's just twice the awesomeness.

N

Schoolkids are strange

I walked with Mom today around the neighborhood and spotted a few cats. The first was white and tabby. The second was a tabby. I think I saw a third but I forgot what it looked like. Some people's lawns were very nice and green and I wanted to jump on them. But the person would probably come out and scream, "GET OFF MY LAWN."

I was holding a banana peel throughout the whole thing. I found no trash can out there, and I really wanted to throw it into some abandoned yard. But I obviously didn't because I'm good. We passed some schoolkids and they stared. "People will think I'm a schoolkid!" I told Mom. So we walked on the other side of the road. Mom said 'morning' to some people, as if they knew her already.

Then, yeah. We got home, ate, and did the day's fill of work. Last night we went swimming. I kind of didn't want to, because no one I knew would be there, but I went anyway. I forgot to bring my swimming card so I had to sign in the sign in sheet. While we watched Dad and bro's swim, these nasty black beetles were trying to get in the pool. H was scared of them. One went up Z's back. When it was our turn to swim, I swum proper laps to the finish and end. I couldn't do a backstroke because the water kept going in my mouth and nose and choked me up.

N

Red velvet ice cream

I'm pretty happy we bought red velvet ice cream last Friday. H wanted to get Carrot Cake ice cream, but he had already got the Birthday Party flavor and our ice cream limit was 2. H just went along with red velvet and birthday party. Although I just realized that he could have gotten carrot cake, because we've never tried it before, and birthday party was nothing new. Anyway, red velvet ice cream is so good, I hope you buy it. It's probably better than whatever your favorite ice cream flavor is, better even than fudge brownie.

I think I'm making you hungry. Don't go to the kitchen yet - stay for just a bit longer.

So anyway, today I had three classes back to back, with about only a sum of 30 minutes' break. First there was biology class at 8am, then history at 10:30, and lastly literature at 12pm. Tomorrow inschyea'allah, will be full as well. There will be Ancient Egypt class at 11am and interior design class at...I forget. I like the Ancient Egypt class. The teacher is nice and funny, plus her daughter is in the class and she has a cat.

My class on Home2Teach ended yesterday. It'd been going on for 6 weeks. But time, like a noisy speeding motorcycle, passes too quickly.

I finished a lot of work today. My math, my two writing assignments, my three classes, and my essay revisions.

I want more red velvet ice cream now. Birthday party is kinda nasty.

N

Spread the LULZ - OMIGOD!!

"Takbir!" Abi yelled from the garage at his victory of finding the French bread in the van trunk.

"Pretend to be dead!" I told S. Then I flopped on my tummy limply on my bed.
"Okay!" said S and then she flopped down on her side.

Abi came through the mudroom to our room holding the bread. I felt a pang of awkwardness and thought he was gonna do something to us, but eventually I heard the door close.

Me and S jumped up, laughing lunatically.
"Spread the LULZ - OMIGOD!!" S shrieked, flipping her hair up. I ROFLed and Abi just stood there smirking with the bread in his hand as if it was some weapon.  I cackled like a witch.

"N, are you okay? Say ash-hadu...an laa...ilaaha...illallah," said Abi. Then he left.

Spread the LULZ - omigod!

N

why do blog posts have to have titles anyway. real diary entries don't

Today we went to tennis as usual, and I made the tennis pro team. Just kidding. Me and S were subtly dancing to the ridiculous music that the equally ridiculous people were playing at the stage. Poor little brutha H was angry because he had to stand on the sunny side of the court. Then we went to Wally-Mart for a rice cooker. And then we went home and then we went out agian to visit somebody at the hossy-pittle. We stayed for too long and I had to get home quickly and finish some school junk. I finished it a few minutes ago and I'm like YEAH.

Z is playing the loudest games on Earth. Whammo aka H is just being a little brat today and S is being S.

Good eeeeevening Gentlemon XD

N

eh

S is at the girls club thingy, and I'm not going because they think I don't have good understanding. It's true....but leaving me out is just offensive. I don't even know why my understanding is bad. Yeah, it could be because I [used to] read lower level books, but that can't be the MAIN reason I'm dumb. Maybe it's the constant concussions I've received over the years. :-|


Anyway, enough complaining. I wonder when I should make the cake pops. It's high time for lunch now, and the rice is cooking. The halaqa is at Asr time, and then we're going swimmin' at around 6pm. Full day, eh? And an hour ago I went walking around the neighborhood with Ummi and S. I saw a cat. S said it was a Bengal. As if it understood English, Ummi said hi to the cat. It just stared. Then my legs got irritatingly itchy.

So.

Yea.


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dee dee DEE dee dee, de de DE DE de de de...

random song.

Anyways, I'm going to make cake pops tomorrow with my dear sister *cough* and they'll be red velvet. Red velvet is like the most awesome cake in the world. First of all, it's red. Second of all, it's moist. I like moist things, unless they're not supposed to be moist, like swamps and mud. But we're talking about cake here, not mud-caked rain boots. (See what I did there?) Tomorrow is the girls club meeting, and we're gonna do silly icebreakers which I hate, and eh, other stuff. Didn't care to read the email in full depth. But anyway, the girls halaqa will be at the masjid. And we will EAT the cake pops. And I will BWAHAHAA! I can just imagine those juicy red cake pops that are as red as the shirt I am wearing now.

Secret time. I know that Ummi, my Avid Flesh Pincher Mom, reads this blog, but I'll let it out anyway. Tonight...*rubs hands in glee*...there's a Sunday school meeting at the masjid.

I learned that from peeking at an email from Abi on Ummi's email. Teehee. Teehee. TEEHEE.

What did you expect? Something extremely secret? Well, this is a public blog, dudes. What were you thinkin'? XD

So anyway...I have nothing else to say...and that rhymes...and I've said 'anyway' for multiple times.

I should be a professional poet, man.

N

Never, EVER will I do it for another century

I made a brownie in a mug this morning because I was craving for something soft and warm to eat, since the bread was finished. So after H and Ummi left for a walk, I made my mug brownie. And man was it beautiful! It was delicioso too. But after a while I started to feel sick. Oh gosh. I remembered the time when S made them for me and H, and I told myself over and over that I would never make/eat brownies in mugs ever again! Never, EVER will I do it for another century!

I wonder why H hasn't blogged about the arrival of his new Nexus 4. I wonder if he's put up the unboxing video yet.

He hasn't.

Oh well.

N

WHY IS THIS COMPUTER SO SLOW

I had a smelly nap just an hour ago (WHY IS THERE AN ERROR IN SAVING MY POST) while I was reading a Goosebumps book. I'd read it before, and I have a habit of reading things over and over again. S is disgusted by it. Ask her why, not me.

Ugh I just wasted a whole lot of blogging time buy browsing Google+. Well, I had nothing to blog about anyway.

N