Today I managed to get up for fagr salah without any difficulty as soon as I heard the ahzan I simply got up an made wudu, I had not slept at all from the moment I got into bed from the moment I got out I lay there the whole night my body aching with pain my mind raising uncontrollably, projecting images in my mind ,random things, everything...I had stopped reading the Quran for months and only recently have I actually picked it up, I do not pray all my prayers, some days go by where I do not pray at all, 2-3 days at a time! As I think back I become fearful because this is not me, this is not who I am.....ppl keep telling me I have changed...I have for the better and the worse, Im putting my past behind me, fixin up my life, opening myself up (slowly, and cautiously), but I have lost my Emaan...that is a price I cannot pay...
I want to be surrounded by the people who will help me streagthin my Emaan, I need it, the problem is I canno trust them for they have broken that trust, and others make it seem to me that they do not want me the be with them, I have 3-4 brothers who r there but I don't know I don't know if I can open up to them....the people I can open up to are all non-muslim, how has it come to this, that I cannot trust my own brothers and sisters in islam??? Don't get me wrong my non-muslims friends are some of the best ppl on earth. They are surely my best friends.....
Brothers actin like they rock, sisters thinkin there hot...it's quite funny yet disturbing to see what I'm seeing and to hear what I'm hearing.....
Im really missing Tunnu :S I ran into Gayu in Hennessey (k I don't know the spelling let me be!:P), man im missing tunnu.....FLIP TUNNU PICK UP UR CELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
The Lost Roots....
So I have decided not to join the aiyc soccer, it's all just fuckin pissing me off, a month in advance and particularly every week I have ben asking "when is soccer starting", only to find out yesterday that is has already stared 3 days ago n they got 16 guys on the ta plus another additional 'subs' ,4 of them, its like what the fuck?!?! this is the second time im being fucked over first hockey now soccer??? ive been with the ikwhaan soccer since day one pratically, and now like fuck! it's all about winning its no longer about having fun n brotherhood.....I think the roots of why this organization was started has been lost sure we got the whole events n stuff like that but in the end it does not do anything cuz it is not in the hearts of the people....the only real reason I got playin time las yr was cuz most of the guys were offensive players (they could play D but they preferred/better at offence) so I surprisingly got playin time, cuz usually I do not, ill be straight, im not crazy at soccer but hey I have been gettin better, I go to the practices (and in 99.9% of the cases im early and usually the first one there) and for what hardly ever gettin to play in what 3 MAC tournies I did not play at all I was on the side watchin the whole time....and everytime I remember thinking 'its ok it wont happen next time" yet it always did...sadly its all about winning....I just pray that bball does not turn to the extent hockey n soccer have come too
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Im going, going, gone....
today has been a great loss, for I love los someone I have all loved and cared about, a failure on my part.....a failure to be what i was supposed to be....a brother. Where did I go wrong I do not know, but what I do know is that I will never be the same knowing that I have lost someone special to me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Of all the friends I'll ever have,
Not one will ever be
Important to my life the way
You've been to me.
In many ways we are different,
Yet I always turn to you
To put things into perspective
With an honest point of view.
You take the time to listen with
A sympathetic ear
And tell things in gentle ways
I really need to hear.
A brother is a special gift
IM always grateful for,
Because there is no one else on earth
I'd trust and count on more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Of all the friends I'll ever have,
Not one will ever be
Important to my life the way
You've been to me.
In many ways we are different,
Yet I always turn to you
To put things into perspective
With an honest point of view.
You take the time to listen with
A sympathetic ear
And tell things in gentle ways
I really need to hear.
A brother is a special gift
IM always grateful for,
Because there is no one else on earth
I'd trust and count on more.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
The Nightingale and the Red Rose
"She said she would dance with me if I brought her a red rose" cried the young man, "but in all my garden there is no red rose!"
From his nest in the oak tree the nightingale heard him, and he looked out through the leaves and wondered.
"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wisemen have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for the want of a red rose my life is made wretched."
"Here is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are as red as the rose of his desire, but passion has made his face pale like ivory and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
"The Prince shall give a ball tomorrow night," mummured the young man, "And my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder and her hand will be clapsed in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break."
"Here indeed is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers: what is joy to me, is pain to him. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomergrantes cannot buy it, nor it is set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased, nor can it be bought.
"The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young man, "and play upon their stinged instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their handsome clothes will throng around her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.
"Why is he weeping?" asked the a little green lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
"Why indeed?" whispered a daffodil to its neighbor, in a soft low voice.
"He is weeping for a red rose" said the Nighingale.
"For a red rose?" they cried "how ridiculous!"
But the nightingale understood the secret of the young man's sorrow, and he sat silent in the oak tree, and thought about the mysteries of Love.
Suddenly he spread his brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. He passed through the grove like a shadow he sailed across the garden.
In the centre of the grss plot was standing a beautiful rose tree, and when he saw it he flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
"Give me a red rose" he cried, "and I shall sing you my sweetest song."
But the tree shook its head.
"My roses are but white," it answered; "white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the show on the mountain. But go to my brother who grows aroun the sundial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nighingale flew across to the rose tree that was growing around the sundial.
"Give me a red rose" he cried, "and I shall sing you my sweetest song."
But the tree shook its he's.
"my roses are but yellow" it answered; "yellow as the hair of the mermaid who sits upon an amber throne, and yellowier then the daffodil the blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the young mans window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the rose tree that grew beneath the young mans window.
"Give me a red rose" he cried, "and I shall sing you my sweetest song."
But the tree shook its head.
"My roses are red" it answered; "as red as blood, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean cavern. But winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, so I shall have no roses at all this year."
"One rose is all I want," cried the Nighingale "only one red rose! is there no way by which I can get it?"
"There is a way" answered the tree; "but it is sp terrible that I dare not tell you."
"Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid"
"If you want a red rose," said the tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your hearts blood. You must sing to me with your heart against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your like blood must flow unto my veins and become mine."
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the sun that shine like a chariot of gold, and the moon a chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the blue bells that hide in the valley, and the hearther that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"
So he spread his brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. He swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow he sailed through the grove.
The young man was still lying on the grass, where he had left him, and the tears where not yet dry on his beautiful eyes.
"Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy that you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own hearts blood. All I ask is that you be a true lover, for love is wiser than philosophy, though he be wise, and mightier than power, though he may be mighty. Falme colored are his wings, and colored like the flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey and his breath is like frankincense."
The young man looked up from the grass and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying.
But the oak tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who built his nest in his branches.
"Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall be lonely when you are gone."
So the Nightingale sang to the oak tree, his voice was like honey poured over thunder.
When he had finished his song, the student got up, and pulled a note book and pencil from his pocket.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove- "that cannot be denied of her; but has she got feeling? I am not afraid. In fact she is like most artists; she is all style without sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his bed, thinking of his love; and after a time he fell asleep.
And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the rose tree, and set his chest against the thorn. All night long he sang, with his chest against the thorn, and the cold crystal moon leaned down and listened. All night long he sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into his chest, and his life blood ebbed away from him.
He sang of he birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top most spray of the rose tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it at first, as the mists that hangs over a lake, pale as the feet in the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as shadow of a rose in a waterpool, as was the rose that blossomed on the top most spray of the tree.
But the tree called out to the Nightingale to press his chest closer against the thorn. " Press closer Nightingale," cried the tree, "or dawn will come before the rose is finished."
So the nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew his song, for he sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of a bridegroom when he kiss the lips of his bride. But the thorn had not yet reached the heart, so the roses heart remained yet white, for only the Nightingale's heart blood can crimson the heart of a rose.
And the tree called out to the Nightingale to press his chest closer against the thorn. " Press closer Nightingale," cried the tree, "or dawn will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and thorn touched his heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through him. Biter, biter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew his song, for he sang of the love that is perfected by death, of the love that dies not in the tomb.
And the marvelous rose turned crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and his wings began to beat, and a tear came over his eyes, fainter and fainter grew his song, and he felt something chocking in his throat.
Then he gave one last burst of music. The white moon heard it, and forgot the dawn and lingered in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to his purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams, It floated through the reeds of the lake.
"Look, Look!" cried the tree, "the rose is finished now" ; but the Nightingale made no answer, for he was lying dead in the long grass, with a thorn in his heart.
And at noon the young man woke up, opened his window and looked out
"Why what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seenany rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure that there is no other in the world like it"; and he leaned down and plucked it.
Then he put on his hat, and ran to the professor's house with the rose in hand. The daughter of the professor was sitting in the doorway playing with her little puppy.
"You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the young man. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next to your heart, and as we dance together I will tell you how much I love you."
But the girl frowned.
"I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and besides the Mayor's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels costfar more than flowers, be they roses or no."
"Well upon my word, your are most ungrateful," said the young man depressed and angry at the time time, he let the rose drop into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and was run over by people and vehicles passing by.
"Ungrateful!" said the girl, I will tell you what, you are very rude;ad, after all, who are you? Only a student, Why I don't believe you even got a car like the mayors nephew does"; and she got up from her chair and went inside.
"What a silly thing love is!" said the young man as he walked away...
~To kill a Nightingale~
From his nest in the oak tree the nightingale heard him, and he looked out through the leaves and wondered.
"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wisemen have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for the want of a red rose my life is made wretched."
"Here is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are as red as the rose of his desire, but passion has made his face pale like ivory and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
"The Prince shall give a ball tomorrow night," mummured the young man, "And my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder and her hand will be clapsed in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break."
"Here indeed is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers: what is joy to me, is pain to him. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomergrantes cannot buy it, nor it is set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased, nor can it be bought.
"The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young man, "and play upon their stinged instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their handsome clothes will throng around her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.
"Why is he weeping?" asked the a little green lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
"Why indeed?" whispered a daffodil to its neighbor, in a soft low voice.
"He is weeping for a red rose" said the Nighingale.
"For a red rose?" they cried "how ridiculous!"
But the nightingale understood the secret of the young man's sorrow, and he sat silent in the oak tree, and thought about the mysteries of Love.
Suddenly he spread his brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. He passed through the grove like a shadow he sailed across the garden.
In the centre of the grss plot was standing a beautiful rose tree, and when he saw it he flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
"Give me a red rose" he cried, "and I shall sing you my sweetest song."
But the tree shook its head.
"My roses are but white," it answered; "white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the show on the mountain. But go to my brother who grows aroun the sundial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nighingale flew across to the rose tree that was growing around the sundial.
"Give me a red rose" he cried, "and I shall sing you my sweetest song."
But the tree shook its he's.
"my roses are but yellow" it answered; "yellow as the hair of the mermaid who sits upon an amber throne, and yellowier then the daffodil the blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the young mans window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the rose tree that grew beneath the young mans window.
"Give me a red rose" he cried, "and I shall sing you my sweetest song."
But the tree shook its head.
"My roses are red" it answered; "as red as blood, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean cavern. But winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, so I shall have no roses at all this year."
"One rose is all I want," cried the Nighingale "only one red rose! is there no way by which I can get it?"
"There is a way" answered the tree; "but it is sp terrible that I dare not tell you."
"Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid"
"If you want a red rose," said the tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your hearts blood. You must sing to me with your heart against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your like blood must flow unto my veins and become mine."
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the sun that shine like a chariot of gold, and the moon a chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the blue bells that hide in the valley, and the hearther that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"
So he spread his brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. He swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow he sailed through the grove.
The young man was still lying on the grass, where he had left him, and the tears where not yet dry on his beautiful eyes.
"Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy that you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own hearts blood. All I ask is that you be a true lover, for love is wiser than philosophy, though he be wise, and mightier than power, though he may be mighty. Falme colored are his wings, and colored like the flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey and his breath is like frankincense."
The young man looked up from the grass and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying.
But the oak tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who built his nest in his branches.
"Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall be lonely when you are gone."
So the Nightingale sang to the oak tree, his voice was like honey poured over thunder.
When he had finished his song, the student got up, and pulled a note book and pencil from his pocket.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove- "that cannot be denied of her; but has she got feeling? I am not afraid. In fact she is like most artists; she is all style without sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity they do not mean anything, or do any practical good!" And he went into his room, and lay down on his bed, thinking of his love; and after a time he fell asleep.
And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the rose tree, and set his chest against the thorn. All night long he sang, with his chest against the thorn, and the cold crystal moon leaned down and listened. All night long he sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into his chest, and his life blood ebbed away from him.
He sang of he birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top most spray of the rose tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it at first, as the mists that hangs over a lake, pale as the feet in the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as shadow of a rose in a waterpool, as was the rose that blossomed on the top most spray of the tree.
But the tree called out to the Nightingale to press his chest closer against the thorn. " Press closer Nightingale," cried the tree, "or dawn will come before the rose is finished."
So the nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew his song, for he sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of a bridegroom when he kiss the lips of his bride. But the thorn had not yet reached the heart, so the roses heart remained yet white, for only the Nightingale's heart blood can crimson the heart of a rose.
And the tree called out to the Nightingale to press his chest closer against the thorn. " Press closer Nightingale," cried the tree, "or dawn will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and thorn touched his heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through him. Biter, biter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew his song, for he sang of the love that is perfected by death, of the love that dies not in the tomb.
And the marvelous rose turned crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and his wings began to beat, and a tear came over his eyes, fainter and fainter grew his song, and he felt something chocking in his throat.
Then he gave one last burst of music. The white moon heard it, and forgot the dawn and lingered in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to his purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams, It floated through the reeds of the lake.
"Look, Look!" cried the tree, "the rose is finished now" ; but the Nightingale made no answer, for he was lying dead in the long grass, with a thorn in his heart.
And at noon the young man woke up, opened his window and looked out
"Why what a wonderful piece of luck!" he cried; "here is a red rose! I have never seenany rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure that there is no other in the world like it"; and he leaned down and plucked it.
Then he put on his hat, and ran to the professor's house with the rose in hand. The daughter of the professor was sitting in the doorway playing with her little puppy.
"You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose," cried the young man. "Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next to your heart, and as we dance together I will tell you how much I love you."
But the girl frowned.
"I am afraid it will not go with my dress," she answered; "and besides the Mayor's nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels costfar more than flowers, be they roses or no."
"Well upon my word, your are most ungrateful," said the young man depressed and angry at the time time, he let the rose drop into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and was run over by people and vehicles passing by.
"Ungrateful!" said the girl, I will tell you what, you are very rude;ad, after all, who are you? Only a student, Why I don't believe you even got a car like the mayors nephew does"; and she got up from her chair and went inside.
"What a silly thing love is!" said the young man as he walked away...
~To kill a Nightingale~
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Random Ballin N Window Shoppin...
the two most intensive bball games i have played for sometime. On one side Jawad, Youcef, and myself, on the other Mahdi, Abdi, n Kappa (did not catch his name but he was wearin a kappa shirt so i shall call him that for now:P) The first game we won easly enough the second youcef gotinjured and we lost but barely! flip we had alot of sweet plays going....AAAAARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH i miss the easiest shots i cant shot rite by the net!!!....i hate this country!!! well actually i don't, but u get the point!.....hahahaha i love jawad he sends ppl flying (unintentionally of course *cough cough*) but the thing is there so weak and skinny theres nothing he can really do :P .......
Chilled with random, jacey, kesha n her guy at sg yesterday.....lol the climax was when random kept makin korny momma jokes n when kesha goes "yo neeta ur mom!" nobody gets it at first until we look aroun n see her i turn back to random but shes already running for the nearest exit!!!.....later after catchin up to her the first thing she says "yo an u get my ipod n pizza???"....so i go bak to grab'em but alas! her pizza is gone.......
Chilled with random, jacey, kesha n her guy at sg yesterday.....lol the climax was when random kept makin korny momma jokes n when kesha goes "yo neeta ur mom!" nobody gets it at first until we look aroun n see her i turn back to random but shes already running for the nearest exit!!!.....later after catchin up to her the first thing she says "yo an u get my ipod n pizza???"....so i go bak to grab'em but alas! her pizza is gone.......
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Brotherhood...
We few, We Happy Few, we Band of Brothers
For he who sheds his blood with me today,
shall forever be my Brother
(just something my freind told me)
Monday, April 10, 2006
:S
I have offically been scared by tunu and jocelyn i cannot eat smarties let alone look at them with out wanting to puke....thanks alot!!!! stupid geniusesssssssss!.....on futher note exams AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...oh n ya soccer season is coming up
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
lettin the ball roll.....
The U.S. may have the power to cause harm and pain, but it is also susceptible to harm and pain. So if the U.S wants to pursue that path, then let the ball roll.- Javad Vadeedi
When I first cam across this I knew 100% that Iran is a forced to be reckoned with...
When I first cam across this I knew 100% that Iran is a forced to be reckoned with...
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Ranger Training
My new training schedule...
PUSHUPS
The Ranger goal: 80 in 2 minutes
If you do not measure up: Do as many pushups as you can, then rest for 20 seconds. Repeat this back-and-forth process (work, rest) for 2 minutes. Keep track of the total number of pushups you perform in that time period, and try to beat it in your next workout.
SITUPS
The Ranger goal: 80 in 2 minutes
If you don't measure up: Without resting, do as many situps as you can, timing yourself from start to finish. Then rest for that same amount of time. Repeat four times, always resting for only as long as it took to do your previous set. Work your way to the 2-minute goal.
CHINUPS
The Ranger goal: 12 or more
If you don't measure up: Take the most chinups you can do at one time, and divide that number in half. Now perform sets of that number of repetitions resting 60 seconds after each set until you've done at least 12 chinups. (If you can do six chinups, you'll perform four sets of three repetitions.) Each workout, reduce your rest between sets by 5 seconds, until you're down to zero rest and able to do 12 consecutive chinups.
2-MILE RUN
The Ranger goal: 13 minutes or less
If you don't measure up: Break the 2-mile distance into 440-yard increments (1/4 mile, or once around the track) and do eight intervals, running each in 1 minute, 38 seconds a pace that's equivalent to a 6:30 mile and resting for 60 seconds after each. Each workout, reduce your rest period by 5 to 10 seconds until you can do all eight 440-yard rounds without stopping.
The words I live by...
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, and then courage
Death before dishonor and I'll tell you what else
I'll tighten my belt 'fore I beg for your help
PUSHUPS
The Ranger goal: 80 in 2 minutes
If you do not measure up: Do as many pushups as you can, then rest for 20 seconds. Repeat this back-and-forth process (work, rest) for 2 minutes. Keep track of the total number of pushups you perform in that time period, and try to beat it in your next workout.
SITUPS
The Ranger goal: 80 in 2 minutes
If you don't measure up: Without resting, do as many situps as you can, timing yourself from start to finish. Then rest for that same amount of time. Repeat four times, always resting for only as long as it took to do your previous set. Work your way to the 2-minute goal.
CHINUPS
The Ranger goal: 12 or more
If you don't measure up: Take the most chinups you can do at one time, and divide that number in half. Now perform sets of that number of repetitions resting 60 seconds after each set until you've done at least 12 chinups. (If you can do six chinups, you'll perform four sets of three repetitions.) Each workout, reduce your rest between sets by 5 seconds, until you're down to zero rest and able to do 12 consecutive chinups.
2-MILE RUN
The Ranger goal: 13 minutes or less
If you don't measure up: Break the 2-mile distance into 440-yard increments (1/4 mile, or once around the track) and do eight intervals, running each in 1 minute, 38 seconds a pace that's equivalent to a 6:30 mile and resting for 60 seconds after each. Each workout, reduce your rest period by 5 to 10 seconds until you can do all eight 440-yard rounds without stopping.
The words I live by...
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, and then courage
Death before dishonor and I'll tell you what else
I'll tighten my belt 'fore I beg for your help
Monday, April 03, 2006
Random n Odd
I need 2work n my game!...both bball n soccer...flip I don't think im going to get on the soccer team this year cuz I really suck!....
man i had another dream again (well same dream) and it was comedy yogee was wearing her ESPIRT hat N was breakdancin wit all these ghetto smurfs, jocey was leading a hijabi revolution, moe was checking out the gurls on both sides, random came in the middle n was confused so she told everybody to sit down...then tunnu was crying out very dramatically "WHY OH GOD WHYYYY"....n then she did the the G U J J U dance :P..and all hese randoms gujjus popped out of no where n did the gujju dance......oh man every1 was in that dream an ya they all played apart it was pretty funny.....
man i had another dream again (well same dream) and it was comedy yogee was wearing her ESPIRT hat N was breakdancin wit all these ghetto smurfs, jocey was leading a hijabi revolution, moe was checking out the gurls on both sides, random came in the middle n was confused so she told everybody to sit down...then tunnu was crying out very dramatically "WHY OH GOD WHYYYY"....n then she did the the G U J J U dance :P..and all hese randoms gujjus popped out of no where n did the gujju dance......oh man every1 was in that dream an ya they all played apart it was pretty funny.....
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Random x2
im a sooo sick!....huge headaches, feelin weak, lost my appettite so im gettin so skinny like all skin n bones!.....have not worked out for about 2weeks, and on top of it i think the whoel wrold knows that i was in the hospital and the reason why like fuck!....let a man be....n ya just a tootalt random lg im feelin so out of it :S
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Random
just had another day of work n got off the fone wit mahmoud, man i love this guy "yo man ur work in west ed! damn all the hot chicks u get 2 see n work wit!" hahahha no matter what all he thinks of is the other gender...im going to tell his wife...n sis :P .......i think i lost the feeling in my legs im so tired.....
okay 12 ppl have had flippin dreams about me dyin n shiet like wth!...oh n i mite be goin to toronto very soon n ya thas my tale
okay 12 ppl have had flippin dreams about me dyin n shiet like wth!...oh n i mite be goin to toronto very soon n ya thas my tale
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Random
going for my jog today and i noticed this person chained up there dog outside sobeys and the dog was freezing cold n was whining i felt so bad for it that i wanted to unchain it but instead i went up to it patted it played a bit with it n was pondering on lettin it go n finding it a home when the owner came flip gave her a dirty looked n flipin it took i had to not yell at her!....n ya tyhas my story
2nd day n a row n im still so soooore!...man did i get rocked n hockey! :S
2nd day n a row n im still so soooore!...man did i get rocked n hockey! :S
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Guilt...
My desire is as deep and boundless as the sea,
But when the tides resides,
The rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever.
Sometimes the waves will cover them up,
But they remain beneath the waters,
Hard and black and slimey...
But when the tides resides,
The rocks of shame and guilt thrust up as sharp as ever.
Sometimes the waves will cover them up,
But they remain beneath the waters,
Hard and black and slimey...
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Ballin....
SNAP! man las nites game was awsome ...well atleast thats what i think...personally i i am so happy wit maself i played so well the guy i was coverin only got 1 shot in n that was due to the fact he was much taller than me..youcef had same crazy ballin goin on i was wow everybody back up!!!.....how u gonna rip it like this son!!!! kape im a lil high at the moment so im gon leave off here....
Friday, March 03, 2006
Random
missed flippin bball pratice 2morrow n im flippin annoyed i really wanted to go i got home like 8 bloody 50 quickly called youcef n murtada but it was 2late n flip aske my father just this once for a ride but he could not n it was far to late to run it FLIPPPPPPPPP n the stupid movie it wazent all that flipin great arrraggggggggggggggggggggggh atleast I managed to get up for fagr salah...flip in flipin stressin just wanna swear like crazy but that is not going to accomplish any thing which is y im restraing from it arraggggggggh
...but hey got the job a le chateau! n ya starting next fri bn ya thas my tale....
...but hey got the job a le chateau! n ya starting next fri bn ya thas my tale....
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Random
shaved my head yet again but this time I gave myself I kinda mohawk like a really small one that runs diagonally across he top of my head it looks sweet.....or in Laila words "Wow u keep gettin hotter!" hahahaha your on crack Laila!....n now ppl are callin me shawn desman...to this I reply "No, Bilal Ahmed"......talked to a friend whom I have no spoken to for well months now wow it was good to hear her voice.....n ya thas my story (im gonna kill u random itz still stuck in my head!!!!)
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
You wana to fight me? Then fight these tears!!!
What is there to say?....im starting to do bad in school....afta last game I dunno what came over me I was so disappointed in myself I don't think I have ever played so bad in my life I played terrible..no that does not even justify how bad I played...the walk home helped me get my head straight I guess went to the hospital again las night, still no change.....went to pay a visit to some lost friend to day....n my sis...daffodils...they where her favorite flowers, n I guess mine as well...After laying them upon her grave I stood in mute silence for God knows how long....my kness buckled as I finally tried to walk away....when I turned my back I could feel them watching me.......
Saturday, February 25, 2006
It aint EaZZZZy being ChEeSe!!!!
Tunnu, tunnu, tunnu
I am really missin you
Do u remember the time at west ed?
You where all jolly n laughin,
You took of that my hat,
The one we both like,
You should have seen the look on your face it was classic,
Eyes poppin wide kinda like the startling look you have n say
"OMG IT'S AL-QEIDA!"
n then theres Jocey....
yo wtf he shaved yo head head n u didnt tell me
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Lailas reaction...
WTF u shaved your head whyyyyyyyy?????
OMG...that looks fuckin hot!
Then there was Hugh's reaction...
'WHOA!' takin a step back n pointing
'WHOA!! WHERE DID YOUR HAIR GO??!?!?...
what happned???!?!?!....
OMG YOU SHAVED YOUR HEAD!...
WHOAAA!!!"
An lastly Dantes classic reaction....
"Yo! man u shaved your head" (half n hour later after we have been playin bball at the Y)
I am really missin you
Do u remember the time at west ed?
You where all jolly n laughin,
You took of that my hat,
The one we both like,
You should have seen the look on your face it was classic,
Eyes poppin wide kinda like the startling look you have n say
"OMG IT'S AL-QEIDA!"
n then theres Jocey....
yo wtf he shaved yo head head n u didnt tell me
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Lailas reaction...
WTF u shaved your head whyyyyyyyy?????
OMG...that looks fuckin hot!
Then there was Hugh's reaction...
'WHOA!' takin a step back n pointing
'WHOA!! WHERE DID YOUR HAIR GO??!?!?...
what happned???!?!?!....
OMG YOU SHAVED YOUR HEAD!...
WHOAAA!!!"
An lastly Dantes classic reaction....
"Yo! man u shaved your head" (half n hour later after we have been playin bball at the Y)
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Conquering...
Ive been to the mother fuckin mountain top,
Heard mother fuckers talk,
N seen them drop,
If I aint got a weapon,
Im gonna pick up a rock,
Then im gonna bust your ass,
N countine to rock.....
Heard mother fuckers talk,
N seen them drop,
If I aint got a weapon,
Im gonna pick up a rock,
Then im gonna bust your ass,
N countine to rock.....
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Random
sop we have won our first game it was pretty funny coming to think about it...the opposing theam has the ball n is coming to our side n all you hear is "BOX OUT!" "BOX OUT!!!!!!"....n Brother Murtada once the other team gets the ball even though they r still on there side "HELP D!....HELP D!!!!!!!!!!"..lol......I love you guys dont eat me!!!!
And ya thas about the only happy moment I have had....just been stressin all the funerals n hospital visits....it really takes its toll on you......i cannot even go on with writing this it hurts to much so im going to just leave off here.......
And ya thas about the only happy moment I have had....just been stressin all the funerals n hospital visits....it really takes its toll on you......i cannot even go on with writing this it hurts to much so im going to just leave off here.......
Friday, February 17, 2006
Random
im think im going crazy...in n ocean of ignorance, bloody tired n sore....i think i pushed myself way 2 mcuh a bball practice......I'm tyin to find my way back to sanity again though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there.....
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Stressin like there aint no 2morrow...
As you mite have noticed ive been really stressin for the last few weeks...juz alot going on wit...well everything...i was supposed to go to seatlle for Artemis wedding (close freind of mine, a very nice guy) but i got caught up with things over here.....my best freind mahmoud, his car got shot up luckily he nor his wife where in it at the time....theres been increasing shooting theres so i told them to leave asap n had everything arranged...i got bills to pay n money to make....i intend to move out asap juz looking for a suitable location....but what trouble me most of all is hw much i miss ma sis, Aisha it has been 10 years n my grief remain for she was eveything to me n still is...memories flash back everytime i step out of my house....that was whereshe pushed me on the swing....thas where we built a castle...she taught me how to blade over there...we would always read under those trees...she bought me candy from here...all these memoeris....i used to play hockey ova there....that was my best freinds house.....so many memories...so many......
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Aisha
Although it has been along time,
You have all been mine sis,
Remember the laughs, the tears,
All the fun times we had,
Remember mud pie?
The day we wathed the birds fly so high?
Wishin we could as well,
You taught me how to blade,
Imma shade betta than you!
We went to the movies,
Walked in the parks,
You explained to me how Im supposed to act,
In front of ppl n gurlz,
You taught me to neva betray, backstab, nor gossip
You taught me to be stong n neva show my pain
To read the meaning n the truth behind ppls words n faces
Ive done what I can
Ive done all I can...but yet it seems that I have failed.....
Theres no way I can pay you back,
But my plan is to show you that I understand,
You are appreciated sis
You have all been mine sis,
Remember the laughs, the tears,
All the fun times we had,
Remember mud pie?
The day we wathed the birds fly so high?
Wishin we could as well,
You taught me how to blade,
Imma shade betta than you!
We went to the movies,
Walked in the parks,
You explained to me how Im supposed to act,
In front of ppl n gurlz,
You taught me to neva betray, backstab, nor gossip
You taught me to be stong n neva show my pain
To read the meaning n the truth behind ppls words n faces
Ive done what I can
Ive done all I can...but yet it seems that I have failed.....
Theres no way I can pay you back,
But my plan is to show you that I understand,
You are appreciated sis
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Nelo Angelo- Black Angel
Rumor says blue blood
my be flowing in that guy's
body. I tell ya, if he glares
at a guy, even the Devil
may cry.....
my be flowing in that guy's
body. I tell ya, if he glares
at a guy, even the Devil
may cry.....
Monday, February 13, 2006
I dont want to see them fuckerz tryin to rob my papers,
Shut the fuck up before I send you to meet the maker,
Send you back wit ur soul on fire,
Let them see what you could have inspired,
Chillin wit the demons instead of aching for your souls desire,
Take it back n move it slowly,
Im attacking all these homies,
You'll run away hear my name,
Even though you dont even know me,
You bullshit in your rhymes,
You claim ur gangsta,
But nigga u nottin but a prankster.
.....just expressin my mood
Shut the fuck up before I send you to meet the maker,
Send you back wit ur soul on fire,
Let them see what you could have inspired,
Chillin wit the demons instead of aching for your souls desire,
Take it back n move it slowly,
Im attacking all these homies,
You'll run away hear my name,
Even though you dont even know me,
You bullshit in your rhymes,
You claim ur gangsta,
But nigga u nottin but a prankster.
.....just expressin my mood
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Surah Fussilat, 33
Who could say anything better than the one who
summons to Allah, and acts rightly, and says,
"I am of those who submit themslves to Allah"?
summons to Allah, and acts rightly, and says,
"I am of those who submit themslves to Allah"?
Monday, February 06, 2006
Al-Fatihah (The Opening)
In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
Praise be to Allah,
The Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds.
Most Gracious, Most Merciful
Master of the Day of judgment
Thee do we worship, and thine aid do we seek
Show us the straight way
The way of those whom, thou hast bestowed Thy Grace,
Those whose Portion
Is not wrath
Nor of those whom go astray
Praise be to Allah,
The Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds.
Most Gracious, Most Merciful
Master of the Day of judgment
Thee do we worship, and thine aid do we seek
Show us the straight way
The way of those whom, thou hast bestowed Thy Grace,
Those whose Portion
Is not wrath
Nor of those whom go astray
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Friday's Randomness
man im bloody tired!...played bball wit youcef las nite, kind adangerous wit all the ice but man the weather was so nice we could not pass the chance to shoot some hoopz......n flip i found out that I still have my injury i have not done any sports for 3 weeks hoping if i rested my injury would heal but it has not and now i have a game today....i could not even stay for the halaaqa las nite becuz my injury was botherin me so much:S.....arrraaaagggggggggggggggggh the flippin flippiddy flip flip (k ignore me im stressin!)....oh n on the bright side laila bought me coach carter so ya that made my day....oh n mahryam (still dont kno how to spell her name..IM SORRY BINTI, DON'T EAT ME!) bout me a suede jacket i lub it!...thank you!!!! :D
Friday, February 03, 2006
Poem
Goblets of blood are overflowing from my eyes. Who can know the plaint of my striken heart?
The dust clouds of despair has obliterated every path. How can one discern the sign of the end of ones journey?
Those scars of destruction were not expunged even by spring; so throughly had the garden been ravaged!
In search of the non-exsistent goal of madness who knows wiether mad ones have set out?
Just to kiss but once the brow of the candle.....the moths are darting towars annihilation.
Just poem I found in my journal from long ago...I dont even have a title for it....
The dust clouds of despair has obliterated every path. How can one discern the sign of the end of ones journey?
Those scars of destruction were not expunged even by spring; so throughly had the garden been ravaged!
In search of the non-exsistent goal of madness who knows wiether mad ones have set out?
Just to kiss but once the brow of the candle.....the moths are darting towars annihilation.
Just poem I found in my journal from long ago...I dont even have a title for it....
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Silent Suffering
Many say I camouflage it well
Only after discovering my silent suffering
Only those who have discoverd it
Silent but never silenced enough
The silent suffering I endure
Alone, leaving what appeared
Silence is well known of me
Silent and hidden
Silent but not silent enough
The pain exists deep down within me
A heart that weeps so silently, weeping in the dark
Hoping no one sees me silent, never!
Stomped on, used as a sponge, broken, tugged on, and jerked at
Never again!
A heart, I do have
And treated as if I have none
A heart that's far beyond repair
Silence, this is the hearts only way
My suffering I try an keep well hidden
But it cries out Help
But no one seems to hear or see
Only the ones that some how saw
The silent suffering within me, can't you see
This is my heart speaking
Help me, dont,
I am suffering
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Reality, Despair, N Darkness
Well maybe now I should just say goodbye
You all used to be my friend's
But I never felt I really was yours
So maybe this is the end.
I'm different from you, all of you
Each other we've never understood
I hope that if I do tell you goodbye
That it will be for good.
Whenever I'm sad it hurts me so bad
And you care,
But it aint fair,
I don't know why,
I just want to cry
And someday I won't be here.
The streaks of red on my arm have done me no harm
They're only made of blood
But once they are blood that turns brown like mud
They'll be there again and again.
If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too
But that doesn't really matter
Although when I hurt I feel lower than dirt
And my spirit's bruised, battered, and tattered.
I do not know why it has to be so
I just know that it is so
But the way this has been going it is basically shot.
You don't need me
And that's how I think I know why
These words are the ones I have to speak-
I love you all, but goodbye.....
You all used to be my friend's
But I never felt I really was yours
So maybe this is the end.
I'm different from you, all of you
Each other we've never understood
I hope that if I do tell you goodbye
That it will be for good.
Whenever I'm sad it hurts me so bad
And you care,
But it aint fair,
I don't know why,
I just want to cry
And someday I won't be here.
The streaks of red on my arm have done me no harm
They're only made of blood
But once they are blood that turns brown like mud
They'll be there again and again.
If I'm mad at you I'll hurt myself too
But that doesn't really matter
Although when I hurt I feel lower than dirt
And my spirit's bruised, battered, and tattered.
I do not know why it has to be so
I just know that it is so
But the way this has been going it is basically shot.
You don't need me
And that's how I think I know why
These words are the ones I have to speak-
I love you all, but goodbye.....
I Am Alone....Am I?
I keep gettin a funny feeling,
it comes from deep down inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.
My doctor calls it depression,
my peepz say it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.
Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just died n disappeared.
I get really edgy,
I really want to commit suicide.
Then I get a headache,
followed by me feelin sad.
I wish I could get help,
Yet at the same time I don't,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day.....
.....or will it???
it comes from deep down inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.
My doctor calls it depression,
my peepz say it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.
Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just died n disappeared.
I get really edgy,
I really want to commit suicide.
Then I get a headache,
followed by me feelin sad.
I wish I could get help,
Yet at the same time I don't,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day.....
.....or will it???
Monday, January 23, 2006
Iqra
"Why do you read so much" Laila asks me in the library
Im read as I walk, when I am on the bus, in between classes, every chance I can get I like to read.....something of a hobby, though people do not understand why. I enjoy reading all sorts of books such as Comic books, Fantasy, Fiction, Graphic novels, Humor, Magazines, Myths and Legends, Newspapers, Non-fiction, Poetry, Sci-fi...and just about every book I can get my hand on...
I take off my glasses put my book down, and looked up at her smiling and said....
"Laila im trying to read here...do you mind!"
...chuckling I tell her that the written word is all that stands between memory and oblivion. Without books as our anchors we will be cast adift with neither teaching or learning. They are the windows of the past, mirrors of the present, and prisms reflecting all possible futures. Books are lighthouses erected in the dark see of time...so you see that is why I read...no if you will excuse me binti shouldn't you be studying?"
Im read as I walk, when I am on the bus, in between classes, every chance I can get I like to read.....something of a hobby, though people do not understand why. I enjoy reading all sorts of books such as Comic books, Fantasy, Fiction, Graphic novels, Humor, Magazines, Myths and Legends, Newspapers, Non-fiction, Poetry, Sci-fi...and just about every book I can get my hand on...
I take off my glasses put my book down, and looked up at her smiling and said....
"Laila im trying to read here...do you mind!"
...chuckling I tell her that the written word is all that stands between memory and oblivion. Without books as our anchors we will be cast adift with neither teaching or learning. They are the windows of the past, mirrors of the present, and prisms reflecting all possible futures. Books are lighthouses erected in the dark see of time...so you see that is why I read...no if you will excuse me binti shouldn't you be studying?"
I Will Be Missing You...
Just a lil something a freind whom I am missing dearly has sent me...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Will Be Missing You
You were so full of life
Always smiling and carefree
Life loved you being a part of it
And I loved you being a part of me
You could make anyone laugh
If they were having a bad day
No mater how sad I was,
You could take the hurt away
Nothing could ever stop you,
Or even make you fall.
You were ready to take on the world,
Ready to do it all.
But Allah decided he needed you,
So from this world you left
But you took a piece of all of us
Our hearts are what you kept
It’s hard not to see your face
But please always know this
No one will ever take your place
You left without a simple warning
Not even saying good bye
And I can’t seem to stop
Asking the question WHY.
Nothing will ever be the same
Family dinners are empty without your laughter.
But I know you're up in heaven
Watching over us
I didn’t see this coming
It hit me by surprise
And when you left this world
A small part of us died
Your smile could brighten anyone’s day
No matter what they were going through.
And I know everyday for the rest of my life,
I Will Be Missing You.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I Will Be Missing You
You were so full of life
Always smiling and carefree
Life loved you being a part of it
And I loved you being a part of me
You could make anyone laugh
If they were having a bad day
No mater how sad I was,
You could take the hurt away
Nothing could ever stop you,
Or even make you fall.
You were ready to take on the world,
Ready to do it all.
But Allah decided he needed you,
So from this world you left
But you took a piece of all of us
Our hearts are what you kept
It’s hard not to see your face
But please always know this
No one will ever take your place
You left without a simple warning
Not even saying good bye
And I can’t seem to stop
Asking the question WHY.
Nothing will ever be the same
Family dinners are empty without your laughter.
But I know you're up in heaven
Watching over us
I didn’t see this coming
It hit me by surprise
And when you left this world
A small part of us died
Your smile could brighten anyone’s day
No matter what they were going through.
And I know everyday for the rest of my life,
I Will Be Missing You.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
From Random
*Hey now! It's shumbody's birthday, and I think you kno who,
call him Billu, Bobo, Taka, Duke...or whatever you choose,
*Now hold up, slow down, ya see it's the "summer time"
my buddy is getting old, hes heading for one nine,
*But age is just a number...and that works for my uncle jee
hes the only one I know who still watches cartoons on YTV!
*See now, I met him this year...It hasn't been that while
but that don't matter cuz Billu you can Always make me smile
*I think the funniest still is how you automatically call me "Random"
and how your answer to any guy problem will always be "jus can him!"
*It's funny still how you make it so easy, crack jokes till were ok,
and now we want to let you know you make this life funnier every single day,
*Now Remember that day we went to taco time
and ordered the whole menu without looking at the price sing
*It was fricken hiiarious, cuz you only had a ten
Kesha and me still laugh about that...but it wont happen again
*Then of course there as southcommon, at Chuck E Cheese
and you DID NOT beat me at b-ball...Let it go PLEASE!
*Haha, jokes, jokes but we shall definitely play a game,
maybe after I whoop you, you'll remember my Name
*Bobo, I can hear you know "Right Random good one!"
But since it's your birthday I "wont mess with you son!"
And Billu, Nikesha & Joc just LOVE your matrix coat,
that's whiter than what's splling down you throat...
Yes, Yes I know that made no sence but I don't care
Now lets hijack a taxi and get the hell out of here!
...Kape, about time to wrap up this burday song
Im running out of words to rhyme plus it's getting sort of long.
So Bille, what we really wanted to let you know
Is that all of us love you so much even though,
We may not always say it ut listen, keep in mind.
friendship like this aint easy to find.
And BOBO, you dun get a gift...ur probly thinking "wut the ___!?"
but hey, dun worryabout it you got Kesh, me, Joc...jus ur luck!
OKAY im done entertaining, I layed it out, here,
So have a sweeet nineteen, peace...cherrios...and
like a great man once said...
CHEERRZ!
call him Billu, Bobo, Taka, Duke...or whatever you choose,
*Now hold up, slow down, ya see it's the "summer time"
my buddy is getting old, hes heading for one nine,
*But age is just a number...and that works for my uncle jee
hes the only one I know who still watches cartoons on YTV!
*See now, I met him this year...It hasn't been that while
but that don't matter cuz Billu you can Always make me smile
*I think the funniest still is how you automatically call me "Random"
and how your answer to any guy problem will always be "jus can him!"
*It's funny still how you make it so easy, crack jokes till were ok,
and now we want to let you know you make this life funnier every single day,
*Now Remember that day we went to taco time
and ordered the whole menu without looking at the price sing
*It was fricken hiiarious, cuz you only had a ten
Kesha and me still laugh about that...but it wont happen again
*Then of course there as southcommon, at Chuck E Cheese
and you DID NOT beat me at b-ball...Let it go PLEASE!
*Haha, jokes, jokes but we shall definitely play a game,
maybe after I whoop you, you'll remember my Name
*Bobo, I can hear you know "Right Random good one!"
But since it's your birthday I "wont mess with you son!"
And Billu, Nikesha & Joc just LOVE your matrix coat,
that's whiter than what's splling down you throat...
Yes, Yes I know that made no sence but I don't care
Now lets hijack a taxi and get the hell out of here!
...Kape, about time to wrap up this burday song
Im running out of words to rhyme plus it's getting sort of long.
So Bille, what we really wanted to let you know
Is that all of us love you so much even though,
We may not always say it ut listen, keep in mind.
friendship like this aint easy to find.
And BOBO, you dun get a gift...ur probly thinking "wut the ___!?"
but hey, dun worryabout it you got Kesh, me, Joc...jus ur luck!
OKAY im done entertaining, I layed it out, here,
So have a sweeet nineteen, peace...cherrios...and
like a great man once said...
CHEERRZ!
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
A Riddle...
In a room sits 3 great men, a king, a priest, and arich man with all his wealth. Between them stands a merecenary, a little ordinary man, with no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him to kill the other two.
"Do it!" says the king "For I am your lawful ruler"
"Do it!" says the priest "For I command you in the name of God"
"Do it!" says the rich man "And I will give you all this, this wealth shall be yours"
.....So tell me who lives and who dies?
"Do it!" says the king "For I am your lawful ruler"
"Do it!" says the priest "For I command you in the name of God"
"Do it!" says the rich man "And I will give you all this, this wealth shall be yours"
.....So tell me who lives and who dies?
Monday, January 16, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Marriage
Ya-Mahmoud finally gettin married!
They always say get these guys married fast cuz they cannot control themselves well i agree! :P but at the same time it should not only be those who cannot control there hormones but those who can because did the prophet not say make marriage easy? yet we make it so hard...why?
It was quite funny at the engagement (nikha or w/e, i thnk thas what its called the thing before the weddin) uncles, broz, sis, aunties, friends all coming up n telling me
"your best friend n brother is getting married....whens ur turn?"
each time i would resond with a laugh n tell them never....I mean whats the point? ya those who want to score thas good im there for you...but marriage wil always be something i avoid I just dnt think I can trust someone that much.....that n with my life....why jeopardize theres?...it always brings me joy to see to ppl come togather but I know that it is not for me...nor will it ever be....love?...what is love?....love is pain.....pain just for me....pain I dont no wish to have, I already have enough why take more
Im not even capabale of loving anymore so i would wish they would jus back off. They know me, they should know that.....i dont mind them asking, what I do mind is when ppl keep preasurring me to marry.......
They always say get these guys married fast cuz they cannot control themselves well i agree! :P but at the same time it should not only be those who cannot control there hormones but those who can because did the prophet not say make marriage easy? yet we make it so hard...why?
It was quite funny at the engagement (nikha or w/e, i thnk thas what its called the thing before the weddin) uncles, broz, sis, aunties, friends all coming up n telling me
"your best friend n brother is getting married....whens ur turn?"
each time i would resond with a laugh n tell them never....I mean whats the point? ya those who want to score thas good im there for you...but marriage wil always be something i avoid I just dnt think I can trust someone that much.....that n with my life....why jeopardize theres?...it always brings me joy to see to ppl come togather but I know that it is not for me...nor will it ever be....love?...what is love?....love is pain.....pain just for me....pain I dont no wish to have, I already have enough why take more
Im not even capabale of loving anymore so i would wish they would jus back off. They know me, they should know that.....i dont mind them asking, what I do mind is when ppl keep preasurring me to marry.......
Friday, January 06, 2006
The Madagascar song
The Madagascar song :D
(chorus)
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
Ya like to ("Move it")
Repeat 2 more times
All girls all over the world, original
Mad Stuntman pon ya case man!
I love how all girls a move them body,
and when ya move ya body,
and move it,
nice and sweet and sexy,
alright!
Woman ya cute,
and you don't need no make up,
original cute body you a mek man mud up.
Woman! Physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically fit
Woman! Physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically fit
Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman! Ya nice, sweet energetic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman ya cute, and you don't need no make up, original cute body you a mek man mud up.
Eye liner - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Nose powder - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Pluck ya eyebrow - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Gal ya lipstick - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Woman ya nice broad face, and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.
Woman ya nice an energetic, big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.
Woman ya nice broad face, and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.
Woman ya nice and energetic, big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
Ya like to ("Move it")
(chorus)
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
Ya like to ("Move it")
Repeat 2 more times
All girls all over the world, original
Mad Stuntman pon ya case man!
I love how all girls a move them body,
and when ya move ya body,
and move it,
nice and sweet and sexy,
alright!
Woman ya cute,
and you don't need no make up,
original cute body you a mek man mud up.
Woman! Physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically fit
Woman! Physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically fit
Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman! Ya nice, sweet energetic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic
Woman ya cute, and you don't need no make up, original cute body you a mek man mud up.
Eye liner - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Nose powder - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Pluck ya eyebrow - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Gal ya lipstick - pon ya face a mek man mud up
Woman ya nice broad face, and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.
Woman ya nice an energetic, big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.
Woman ya nice broad face, and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.
Woman ya nice and energetic, big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
Ya like to ("Move it")
Friday, December 30, 2005
Confusion
Many people have died in the name of Religon than they have ever died of Cancer.
.......And we try to Cure cancer.
Confusion..
What is it about our specific belief in God and his wishes that make us so Angry at the specific beliefs of another?
Confusion...
What is it about the teachings of our respectice Deities, that makes us more right than the next person.....or more wrong?
Confusion....
What makes us take up arms against those who pray to the same God with different words...
Random
well since some stupid genius could not make it on wed we had to delay our trip for HIM not that im COMPLAINING! I mean SOME of us where just hyped up n ready to go rite MAHMOUD!?! ......but hey on further not where leaving at 2100 hrs cant wait :D, i wanted to leave at 0500 but these wimpy arabs guys could not get up, thas y u dont go clubbin! but they jus had to go to turkish las nite....stupid arrrabs:P grrrrr but hey all expenses paid trip i aint gonna complain :D ...n ya thas my story
oh n i watched some of king kong it was boring so i got up n left n read a book:P .....but Narnia was awsome!!!!!!
oh n i watched some of king kong it was boring so i got up n left n read a book:P .....but Narnia was awsome!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Forever running...
The sky was gloom of cloud, the woods dead and frozen. Roots grabbed at my feet as I ran, and bare branches lashed my face leaving thin stripes of blood across my cheeks. I crashed through heedless, breathless, icicles flying to pieces before me...running, I am sick of running.....
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Scotland...
just another beauty that God has created for us....can you feel the tranquility?oh how I wish I could move and live here...
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Oath
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty,and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for your help
~something a dear freind of mine sent to me, it reminds me of well....me I guess, im not tryin to sound all crazy or anything but its the words that are what I try and live by.....from my freinds and allies all i want is honesty n loyalty, Death before Dishonor..what could i say about this?...what I could say and will say if that to some extent im actually understood by someone...but then again she is like a sista 2 me.....I dont beg, i dont give in easily n ill fight to my dyin breath.......
Honesty, loyalty,and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for your help
~something a dear freind of mine sent to me, it reminds me of well....me I guess, im not tryin to sound all crazy or anything but its the words that are what I try and live by.....from my freinds and allies all i want is honesty n loyalty, Death before Dishonor..what could i say about this?...what I could say and will say if that to some extent im actually understood by someone...but then again she is like a sista 2 me.....I dont beg, i dont give in easily n ill fight to my dyin breath.......
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Random
If you stand there with your mouth open, a weasel is likely to mistake it for itz lair and run down your throat. If you have something to say, say it! Otherwise beware of weasels....
juz some random quote or w/e that came to my mind as i sit here wit maryhem (shes gonna kill me i dont know how 2 spell her name:P) n Laila man there so flippin boring! all they do is talk! cant even let a brother read.....not to mention sleep.....n on top of that they want to go shoppin agian! "we need a guys opnion n you know so much about fashion" is what they keep sayin im sure theres otha ppl out there n not me....oh that reminds me i gotta go n grab a new pair of dress boots....so i mite go....but araaagh goin wit them requires so much walking! by the time we are done i feel that my feet are going to fall off, i flippin finshed a mareathon or somethin......
juz some random quote or w/e that came to my mind as i sit here wit maryhem (shes gonna kill me i dont know how 2 spell her name:P) n Laila man there so flippin boring! all they do is talk! cant even let a brother read.....not to mention sleep.....n on top of that they want to go shoppin agian! "we need a guys opnion n you know so much about fashion" is what they keep sayin im sure theres otha ppl out there n not me....oh that reminds me i gotta go n grab a new pair of dress boots....so i mite go....but araaagh goin wit them requires so much walking! by the time we are done i feel that my feet are going to fall off, i flippin finshed a mareathon or somethin......
Hell Fire
I really love the 2nd part in the song (Everybody will come to the hour)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What got me to this point,
why am I not surprised.
No need for rewind,
my life flashes right before my eyes,
I wasn’t unlike most,
and specifically speaking
Grew up Muslim in public school,
Islamic school on the weekend,
Once in a while made it to Jummah maybe not even that,
As far as Islam is concerned it really wasn’t where my head was at,
But it was cool if I made grades on the home front,
A 4.0 my parents bought me anything I want.
The "fly-est" gear to help me cop them digits,
Then maybe when I am 30 I'll become religious
But later came,
my disposition stayed the same,
Live your life one way too long it's not so easy to change
I refrained from the things that was said to help me gain
And indulge in the things that I should of obstained
Mixed up caught up, going out of my brainI guess it's about the time,
I ran into "Mary Jane"
Inhalations in my breath,
got my mind thinking less,
oh yes,
And in this state I met the angel of death,
And then came the time for Allah to resurrect,
My soul from the clutches of a six foot depth
I find myself surrounded by the company I kept
Realizing full well this was the day of regret
And over the horizon,
slowly it crept,
Anticipation thoughts racing and I'm losing my breath
And with all my might my right arm I stretch,
Imagine my reaction,
I caught my book in my left,
I caught my book in my LEFT!!!
I caught my book in my left!
Save me from the, Hell fire, Hell fire, Hell fire
Save me from the, Hell fire, Hell fire, Hell fire
Everybody will come to the hour
When we stand all alone in horror
And we hope that our deeds will help us through
Only one we can blame is ourselves
We were blessed with our youth and our health
And we wonder why our deeds are few
Everybody-gets a wake up call,
Take a warning before the nightfall
Use the time right now for making prayer
And on the day when there is no shelter
The good deeds are your only helpers
You'll be proud when you see that they're there.
I’m looking back now at my life on the earth
Been thinking about my deeds and what everything was worth
Like the time I was listening to a speech about Hell,
It really made me scared cause he broke it down well,
Never you forget about those angels undercover,
or the..Day when your good deeds are weighed against the others
Bad deeds brought together,
then you discover Your good deeds are just feathers,
you start to shudderT
hen- the- angels come nasty, ugly as ever,
Grab you by the forehead,
and start to make you suffer
Hot, boiling water,
Burning fire forever,
Waiting for a pause in the pain, but it be never
->As I rode to my school,
I told myself there ain’t no way I’m gonna be a fool,
And forget Allah’s rules.
Eyes on the prize,
gonna stay wise,
As I go to class,
socialize with the guys.
But whoa!
look at the time,
the next prayer’s in,
I’m here chillin’ - they’ll start staring
Slip to bathroom,
find an empty classroom,
Don’t wanna miss a prayer here at school or even at home
Man it was a struggle,
trying to be a Muslim and staying out of trouble,
The stress seemed double,
Even watching TV, I have to have control,
Hands on remote control,
just to save my soul
But deep in my heart yo I knew it,
I could really do it,
If I pushed myself through it,
Living all my youth with Islam,
see it only grew me stronger,
Withholding temptations for longer and longer,
But now it pays off, if the fire stays off,
Be chilling for eternity forever days off,
Got my book in right and my fate is looking well,
They put struggles of my youth on the good side of my scale
With the mercy of Allah,
I won’t fail,
Cause truly
Not a moment, not a moment did I want in Hell.
Cause not a moment, not a moment would I want in hell.
Chorus
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What got me to this point,
why am I not surprised.
No need for rewind,
my life flashes right before my eyes,
I wasn’t unlike most,
and specifically speaking
Grew up Muslim in public school,
Islamic school on the weekend,
Once in a while made it to Jummah maybe not even that,
As far as Islam is concerned it really wasn’t where my head was at,
But it was cool if I made grades on the home front,
A 4.0 my parents bought me anything I want.
The "fly-est" gear to help me cop them digits,
Then maybe when I am 30 I'll become religious
But later came,
my disposition stayed the same,
Live your life one way too long it's not so easy to change
I refrained from the things that was said to help me gain
And indulge in the things that I should of obstained
Mixed up caught up, going out of my brainI guess it's about the time,
I ran into "Mary Jane"
Inhalations in my breath,
got my mind thinking less,
oh yes,
And in this state I met the angel of death,
And then came the time for Allah to resurrect,
My soul from the clutches of a six foot depth
I find myself surrounded by the company I kept
Realizing full well this was the day of regret
And over the horizon,
slowly it crept,
Anticipation thoughts racing and I'm losing my breath
And with all my might my right arm I stretch,
Imagine my reaction,
I caught my book in my left,
I caught my book in my LEFT!!!
I caught my book in my left!
Save me from the, Hell fire, Hell fire, Hell fire
Save me from the, Hell fire, Hell fire, Hell fire
Everybody will come to the hour
When we stand all alone in horror
And we hope that our deeds will help us through
Only one we can blame is ourselves
We were blessed with our youth and our health
And we wonder why our deeds are few
Everybody-gets a wake up call,
Take a warning before the nightfall
Use the time right now for making prayer
And on the day when there is no shelter
The good deeds are your only helpers
You'll be proud when you see that they're there.
I’m looking back now at my life on the earth
Been thinking about my deeds and what everything was worth
Like the time I was listening to a speech about Hell,
It really made me scared cause he broke it down well,
Never you forget about those angels undercover,
or the..Day when your good deeds are weighed against the others
Bad deeds brought together,
then you discover Your good deeds are just feathers,
you start to shudderT
hen- the- angels come nasty, ugly as ever,
Grab you by the forehead,
and start to make you suffer
Hot, boiling water,
Burning fire forever,
Waiting for a pause in the pain, but it be never
->As I rode to my school,
I told myself there ain’t no way I’m gonna be a fool,
And forget Allah’s rules.
Eyes on the prize,
gonna stay wise,
As I go to class,
socialize with the guys.
But whoa!
look at the time,
the next prayer’s in,
I’m here chillin’ - they’ll start staring
Slip to bathroom,
find an empty classroom,
Don’t wanna miss a prayer here at school or even at home
Man it was a struggle,
trying to be a Muslim and staying out of trouble,
The stress seemed double,
Even watching TV, I have to have control,
Hands on remote control,
just to save my soul
But deep in my heart yo I knew it,
I could really do it,
If I pushed myself through it,
Living all my youth with Islam,
see it only grew me stronger,
Withholding temptations for longer and longer,
But now it pays off, if the fire stays off,
Be chilling for eternity forever days off,
Got my book in right and my fate is looking well,
They put struggles of my youth on the good side of my scale
With the mercy of Allah,
I won’t fail,
Cause truly
Not a moment, not a moment did I want in Hell.
Cause not a moment, not a moment would I want in hell.
Chorus
Monday, December 12, 2005
A Son of the Crescent
Sura Isra, Ayat 18
If any do wish for the transitory things of this life,
We readily grant it to them,
As we will to such person we will,
In the end have we provided hell for them,
Where they shall burn therein,
Disgraced and rejected.
Such a powerful ayat it really shocked me n got me contemplating about the martial things in this life.....
If any do wish for the transitory things of this life,
We readily grant it to them,
As we will to such person we will,
In the end have we provided hell for them,
Where they shall burn therein,
Disgraced and rejected.
Such a powerful ayat it really shocked me n got me contemplating about the martial things in this life.....
Muslim...
I just love this song it inspires you so much gets your blood pumping!....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One billion strong,
all year long,
Prayers to Allah even in Hong Kong
Can never be wrong if we read the Qur'an
Cause it's never been changed since day one.
Others may brag,
say that we lag,
But they don’t know all the power we had
The power we had,
the power we have
So Muslimoon don’t you ever be sad
Take many looks,
go read their books,
You'll see all the facts that your friends overlook,
So always be proud,
you can say it out loud
I am proud to be down with the Muslim crowd!
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
They look at me strangely
Like I emit some type of energy
That draws Kafirs - disbelievers towards me.
Thinking to themselves what makes him different from me.
Is it the hair,
the clothes or maybe the food he eats,
What could it be,
that make thug cats,
stand at attention,
His demeanor's peaceful but on his face it's clearly written that,
This aint the sorta brother caught up in this and that
Running streets carrying heat yo he aint into that.
This brother must live by some type of criteria,
To make it to the average cat quite superior
So maybe one of these days I get near enough
Play like Nancy Drew on this mystery and clear it up.
So listen up if you think this is strange,
Cause these the type of thoughts that use to run through a new Shahada's brains
and I bear witness to the one with 99 names,
InshAllah I will always remain.
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
Don’t know about you,
I know about me,
I'm proud because I'm rolling Islamically
Everywhere I see,
even on TV,
People talking trash about the way I be.
But what they all hate,
is if we get great
Cause we're the only ones with our heads on straight
Don’t ever frown, or your head looking down,
If you read the Qur'an you're the best in the town.
Y'all have doubt say- we have no cloutBut-within-a-few years see how we've come about.
Were back on the scene,
The number-one deen,
I'm proud to be down with the Muslimeen!
Chorus
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One billion strong,
all year long,
Prayers to Allah even in Hong Kong
Can never be wrong if we read the Qur'an
Cause it's never been changed since day one.
Others may brag,
say that we lag,
But they don’t know all the power we had
The power we had,
the power we have
So Muslimoon don’t you ever be sad
Take many looks,
go read their books,
You'll see all the facts that your friends overlook,
So always be proud,
you can say it out loud
I am proud to be down with the Muslim crowd!
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
They look at me strangely
Like I emit some type of energy
That draws Kafirs - disbelievers towards me.
Thinking to themselves what makes him different from me.
Is it the hair,
the clothes or maybe the food he eats,
What could it be,
that make thug cats,
stand at attention,
His demeanor's peaceful but on his face it's clearly written that,
This aint the sorta brother caught up in this and that
Running streets carrying heat yo he aint into that.
This brother must live by some type of criteria,
To make it to the average cat quite superior
So maybe one of these days I get near enough
Play like Nancy Drew on this mystery and clear it up.
So listen up if you think this is strange,
Cause these the type of thoughts that use to run through a new Shahada's brains
and I bear witness to the one with 99 names,
InshAllah I will always remain.
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
M-U-S-L-I-M
I'm so blessed to be with them...
Don’t know about you,
I know about me,
I'm proud because I'm rolling Islamically
Everywhere I see,
even on TV,
People talking trash about the way I be.
But what they all hate,
is if we get great
Cause we're the only ones with our heads on straight
Don’t ever frown, or your head looking down,
If you read the Qur'an you're the best in the town.
Y'all have doubt say- we have no cloutBut-within-a-few years see how we've come about.
Were back on the scene,
The number-one deen,
I'm proud to be down with the Muslimeen!
Chorus
Monday, December 05, 2005
Random...A Day @ the Bay
I was on break from work and at the food court ordering a veggie taco from taco time when I came up short about yaaaa 30 cents and was cacelling the order when this woman comes up and offers to pay for me, I tell her no its okay but she insists and keeps on insisting when finally I givein but ask her to atleast to take what money I do have, she refuses me everytime and instead asks me to give me her blessing so I have now added her to my "Praying they will convert list" :D.....
I ran into taka at the bay he was picking up a watxch or something, it was good 2 see the brah again after so long......
I have ran into Brother Sadiq and Brother Adhnan a few times and remininsed for a bit with each. Its awesome talking to these broz because I harldy ever get 2 see them :D ........oh n im told Brother Nahid got a job as well but most unfortunately he is now in crutchs.......
and ya on about whaaa 2 occasions I have ran into Sister Saher whom I have not seen nor talked to for quite sometime......
Wow u run into everyone at southgate!
I ran into taka at the bay he was picking up a watxch or something, it was good 2 see the brah again after so long......
I have ran into Brother Sadiq and Brother Adhnan a few times and remininsed for a bit with each. Its awesome talking to these broz because I harldy ever get 2 see them :D ........oh n im told Brother Nahid got a job as well but most unfortunately he is now in crutchs.......
and ya on about whaaa 2 occasions I have ran into Sister Saher whom I have not seen nor talked to for quite sometime......
Wow u run into everyone at southgate!
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
~Magic~
Historians report that the banner of the Persian Emperor had a magic square of a hundred field woven into it in gold. Those whom practice magic believe that such things are talisman and that magic squares means victory in war, and that a banner containing it or accompanied by it could never be routed. Yet this very banner was found lying on the ground the day Rustum was killed at Al-Qadisiya and all that was left of the Imperial Persian Army was either dead (most of them) are had retreated (a few got away).
This is something I happened to come across when I was reading about magic, Islam n ya....soo I thought meh mite as well put it on my page, I like it n ya thas my story.....
This is something I happened to come across when I was reading about magic, Islam n ya....soo I thought meh mite as well put it on my page, I like it n ya thas my story.....
Saturday, November 26, 2005
A HaZy dream...so Troubling.....
A chain separating her porch form the sidewalk, the sidewalk sepeating her porch from the other porch. she was forbidden to walk across to the other porch, it was freezing and she was shivering in her thin dress, locked outside she she was going to get hypothermia. Upon seeing her I race up to her and ask her what the hell shes doin outside in such a thin dress shivering her butt off, upon hearing her answer I grab her and carry her into my arms across to the other porch. I open the door and her parents are there, the snap at her! she was crying trying to explain but her parwent (her dad mostly) accuses her of fornication, takin aback I step in and I back her up telling them excatly what happened, she is sobbing and pleading but they fall upon deaf ears.
the dream goes to a court room where her parents want to get rid of her, so back and forth goes the debate, her dad still is determined to win (he has hired the best lawyer in town where I have no one buy myself) her mother is totally confused and torn but has decided to side wit her husband (did he threaten her or ssomething?) finally in a last desperate attempt I call upon her mother to come forward and her daughter to talk to her infront of the whole court room.
Teary eyes she says "Oh mother I love you, I love father, l love both of you, I love everyone....whenever I had a problem, he is the one I would go and talk to, whenever I was crying, he would wipe away my tear's and make me happy again, he is my Brother."
A shock fills the room, and then a roar of joy erupts as mother and daughter run to one another and emgrace. But her father remains seated, as still as stone, only the anger in his eyes shows how he is feeling.
Another flash. I am in the lawyers house with my rents, and her father. My dad is trying to bring peace with between the families (her father looks strangely familiar I know who he is (he scared me when I was a lil kid I didn't like him)). I am trying to break the father so I keep annoying him (which is not really hard for some like me I am really good at annoying ppl)........
A little while later I succeed and he ends up trying to strangle me (for some reason he appeared to be likle a flippin crocodile or somthin (no flippin idea so dont ask)) as he chokes me I let him know that this whole 'session' (for the lack of a better term) is being recorded and I loudly proclaim of the assault and how the lawyer does not intervene when I am his guest and have eatin his bread and salt, and drank his water....the father lets go, I have won.......BEEP BEEP BEEP! goes my alarm clock (And Sura Rahman goes off from my cell (my opther alarm clock, I luv waking up the such a beautiful voice and words)).
~I asked the father "Dont you fear that something mite happen to her? Do you not fear Gods wrath?" and so on and so forth
He replies "I fear nothing and no one!"
To this I reply "That is your downfall, for all men musty know fear"
the above paragraph was in my dream I just cant recall where :S
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The gurl is some1 I kno but at the same time I dont recognize her. At one time she was a black sis wearing a hijab n jalbab (not sure on how 2 spell it), then it was Aisha, then it was a friend of mine flippin weird.....
the dream goes to a court room where her parents want to get rid of her, so back and forth goes the debate, her dad still is determined to win (he has hired the best lawyer in town where I have no one buy myself) her mother is totally confused and torn but has decided to side wit her husband (did he threaten her or ssomething?) finally in a last desperate attempt I call upon her mother to come forward and her daughter to talk to her infront of the whole court room.
Teary eyes she says "Oh mother I love you, I love father, l love both of you, I love everyone....whenever I had a problem, he is the one I would go and talk to, whenever I was crying, he would wipe away my tear's and make me happy again, he is my Brother."
A shock fills the room, and then a roar of joy erupts as mother and daughter run to one another and emgrace. But her father remains seated, as still as stone, only the anger in his eyes shows how he is feeling.
Another flash. I am in the lawyers house with my rents, and her father. My dad is trying to bring peace with between the families (her father looks strangely familiar I know who he is (he scared me when I was a lil kid I didn't like him)). I am trying to break the father so I keep annoying him (which is not really hard for some like me I am really good at annoying ppl)........
A little while later I succeed and he ends up trying to strangle me (for some reason he appeared to be likle a flippin crocodile or somthin (no flippin idea so dont ask)) as he chokes me I let him know that this whole 'session' (for the lack of a better term) is being recorded and I loudly proclaim of the assault and how the lawyer does not intervene when I am his guest and have eatin his bread and salt, and drank his water....the father lets go, I have won.......BEEP BEEP BEEP! goes my alarm clock (And Sura Rahman goes off from my cell (my opther alarm clock, I luv waking up the such a beautiful voice and words)).
~I asked the father "Dont you fear that something mite happen to her? Do you not fear Gods wrath?" and so on and so forth
He replies "I fear nothing and no one!"
To this I reply "That is your downfall, for all men musty know fear"
the above paragraph was in my dream I just cant recall where :S
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The gurl is some1 I kno but at the same time I dont recognize her. At one time she was a black sis wearing a hijab n jalbab (not sure on how 2 spell it), then it was Aisha, then it was a friend of mine flippin weird.....
A Shout for my sis
Here is a poem my sister wrote for me two summers ago, everytime I read it I think of her and how much I miss her. Her laughs, her smiles, her eyes, her jokes (although they can be very corny at times...sometimes...alot of times.....all the time:P), I remember how freakishly strong she can be spiritually, mentally, emotionally (oh and lets not forget phyically:P).
This poem she wrote for me always brings tears to my eyes just in remembrance...I try and I try to write something as good as this, something about her but I fail each time, time and time again for no words can comprehend how much she means to me; she is after all my sis, and I love her, I care for her, and I will always be there for her.....she is my sis.
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Of all the friends I'll ever have,
Not one will ever be
Important to my life the way
You've been to me.
In many ways we are different,
Yet I always turn to you
To put things into perspective
With an honest point of view.
You take the time to listen with
A sympathetic ear
And tell things in gentle ways
I really need to hear.
A brother is a special gift
IM always grateful for,
Because there is no one else on earth
I'd trust and count on more.
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This poem she wrote for me always brings tears to my eyes just in remembrance...I try and I try to write something as good as this, something about her but I fail each time, time and time again for no words can comprehend how much she means to me; she is after all my sis, and I love her, I care for her, and I will always be there for her.....she is my sis.
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Of all the friends I'll ever have,
Not one will ever be
Important to my life the way
You've been to me.
In many ways we are different,
Yet I always turn to you
To put things into perspective
With an honest point of view.
You take the time to listen with
A sympathetic ear
And tell things in gentle ways
I really need to hear.
A brother is a special gift
IM always grateful for,
Because there is no one else on earth
I'd trust and count on more.
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Thursday, November 24, 2005
Al-Baqarah
My father always reads this Du'aa after every salah and I have never known the meaning of why he reads it and what it means so today after Fajr salah I asked him and he gave me the same reply which he always does (go look it up. So I went and searched it in the Quran it is the very last ayat of Sura Al-Baqarah ayat 286. Lo and Behold! just reading it I was takin aback, in total shock ya'nee...tears clouded my eyes I struggled to carry on I was so takin aback by it the sheer power radiating from the words left me in tears and speechless.....
On no soul doth Allah
Place a burden greater
Than it can bear.
It gets every good that it earns,
And it suffers every ill it earns.
(Pray:) "Our Lord!
Condem us not
If we forget or fall
Into error; our Lord!
Lay not on us a burden
Like that which Thou
Didst lay on those before us,
Our Lord! lay not on us
A Burden greater than
We have strength to bear.
Blot out our sins,
And grant us forgivness.
Have mercy on us,
Thou art our Protector;
Help us against those
Who stand against Faith."
On no soul doth Allah
Place a burden greater
Than it can bear.
It gets every good that it earns,
And it suffers every ill it earns.
(Pray:) "Our Lord!
Condem us not
If we forget or fall
Into error; our Lord!
Lay not on us a burden
Like that which Thou
Didst lay on those before us,
Our Lord! lay not on us
A Burden greater than
We have strength to bear.
Blot out our sins,
And grant us forgivness.
Have mercy on us,
Thou art our Protector;
Help us against those
Who stand against Faith."
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In Sura Al-Ma'idah section 7 and 8 starting from ayat 44 i have trouble understanding what it means like the deeper meaning of it...reading it i am often left in confusion......
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Random
Man for the ppll whom missed out on ppl practice u missed out big time, it was awesome...n very tiring :P.....I was quite disappointed by the lack of ppl showing up 5 of what did youcef say 13 whom should have been therE?......lol n there was 2 sistaz there who didnt know the practice was cancelled pretty harsh n out of place guess there capt didnt inform them I guess but meh ya n thas my story...till anotha time.....
Monday, November 21, 2005
Bball game on friday
Although we lost, I think that game went rather well, good playing time, passing, overall we played better then we ever have.....
I am no stranger to nightmares
The sound was the faintest of clinks, a scraping of steel over stone. I lift my head, listening intently.
surrounded by grass and thorns, blueberries broken on the ground, mud, worms, rotting leaves, and squirrels up above and creeping through the bushes.
I catch a glimpse of steel from my brothers sword, covered with the blood of the sentry he killed. There are other squirrels running through the branches above, fear...you can taste it.
Clink, I hear it agai, I rise swiftly to my feet, ears pricked, body crouched. I hand signal my brother (move in, it means). It is a wet night, a night to drive men to seek shelter by their meager fires. The rain has stopped, but still they linger by the warmth of their fires....fools. My brother comes sliding through the trees, moving forward quietly.
We move in, my brother racing beside me.The walls were low but they where slick and wet from the rain! Frustrated I look around, my eyes fall upon a great tree covered in needles, slanting towards the wall. Swiftly I whirl and bound back into the trees, wet leaves rustling beneath my feet, branches whipping at me as I run past. I could hear my brother following close. We plunged by a maple tree and around a cold pool, through the blueberry bushes, under a tangle of oaks an ash, to the pine tree.....and there it was slanting towards the wall...excellent.
I turn and race back in a rush my feet flying, kicking up wet leaves and pine needles, throwing myself up the trunk, upward I bound, up an up, two, three, barely slowing, until I was up as far as I could go. Branches tangled my feet and whipped my eyes. I jump...needles scattering eerywhere, scrathing my bare face and following down my bare neck, sticky sap on my hands, the sharp piney smell of it.....
.....The sky was gloom of cloud, the woods dead and frozen. Roots grabbed at my feet as I ran, and bare branches lashed my face leaving thin stripes of blood across my cheeks. I crashed through heedless, breathless, icicles flying to pieces before me.
Hes dead, primary mission accomplished...secondary mission is to stay alive along enough to reach the escape point.....
surrounded by grass and thorns, blueberries broken on the ground, mud, worms, rotting leaves, and squirrels up above and creeping through the bushes.
I catch a glimpse of steel from my brothers sword, covered with the blood of the sentry he killed. There are other squirrels running through the branches above, fear...you can taste it.
Clink, I hear it agai, I rise swiftly to my feet, ears pricked, body crouched. I hand signal my brother (move in, it means). It is a wet night, a night to drive men to seek shelter by their meager fires. The rain has stopped, but still they linger by the warmth of their fires....fools. My brother comes sliding through the trees, moving forward quietly.
We move in, my brother racing beside me.The walls were low but they where slick and wet from the rain! Frustrated I look around, my eyes fall upon a great tree covered in needles, slanting towards the wall. Swiftly I whirl and bound back into the trees, wet leaves rustling beneath my feet, branches whipping at me as I run past. I could hear my brother following close. We plunged by a maple tree and around a cold pool, through the blueberry bushes, under a tangle of oaks an ash, to the pine tree.....and there it was slanting towards the wall...excellent.
I turn and race back in a rush my feet flying, kicking up wet leaves and pine needles, throwing myself up the trunk, upward I bound, up an up, two, three, barely slowing, until I was up as far as I could go. Branches tangled my feet and whipped my eyes. I jump...needles scattering eerywhere, scrathing my bare face and following down my bare neck, sticky sap on my hands, the sharp piney smell of it.....
.....The sky was gloom of cloud, the woods dead and frozen. Roots grabbed at my feet as I ran, and bare branches lashed my face leaving thin stripes of blood across my cheeks. I crashed through heedless, breathless, icicles flying to pieces before me.
Hes dead, primary mission accomplished...secondary mission is to stay alive along enough to reach the escape point.....
Friday, November 18, 2005
Random
bball game coming up, man I dont even know where it is!....ahhhhh....n ya thas my story (im gonna kill random for getting that stuck in my head "n ya thas my story")
In other news I finally beat FABLE!!!! WOOT WOOT....BO YEAH!!!! :D , man that waz awesome game highly suggest for those whom have a x-box go n get the game, n those of you who dont have n x-box....get n x box!...oh n the game :P
In other news I finally beat FABLE!!!! WOOT WOOT....BO YEAH!!!! :D , man that waz awesome game highly suggest for those whom have a x-box go n get the game, n those of you who dont have n x-box....get n x box!...oh n the game :P
Monday, November 14, 2005
Fate chooses your relations, but you choose your friends.....so choose wisely
ahhh where shall i start?....bball game???...no i think ill pass on that, hmmm eid dinner ahh yes sounds good.....
It felt good to finally be able to reminisce wit my broz, running into Brother Murtatda, Brother Youcef, Brother Jawad (actually i see him quite often n ya:P), Brother Nawid, Brother Zacharia, and all those other brothers i dont get to see often. The food was blah but hey its food cant complain :P
ahhh where shall i start?....bball game???...no i think ill pass on that, hmmm eid dinner ahh yes sounds good.....
It felt good to finally be able to reminisce wit my broz, running into Brother Murtatda, Brother Youcef, Brother Jawad (actually i see him quite often n ya:P), Brother Nawid, Brother Zacharia, and all those other brothers i dont get to see often. The food was blah but hey its food cant complain :P
jus somthin funny
Juz somthin my friend said when observing my diamond ring....we could not stop laughin even now I cannot help but chuckle as I read this.....
'pinky ring worth about a fitty bling bling'
'pinky ring worth about a fitty bling bling'
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Striving.....
I DONT STOP.
I'LL PUSH EVERY MUSCLE IN MY BODY TO BE BETTER THEN
THE NEXT GUY AND BETTER THEN I WAS YESTERDAY, AND
THE DAY BEFORE THAT. IF I STOP THERE'LL BE NO
VICTORY LAP AND I'LL ACCOMPLISH NOTHING, YEAH I CAN'T
STOP, I DONT EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD.
I'LL PUSH EVERY MUSCLE IN MY BODY TO BE BETTER THEN
THE NEXT GUY AND BETTER THEN I WAS YESTERDAY, AND
THE DAY BEFORE THAT. IF I STOP THERE'LL BE NO
VICTORY LAP AND I'LL ACCOMPLISH NOTHING, YEAH I CAN'T
STOP, I DONT EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
A Window of Hope
I was shopping yesterday evening (still got Eid gift to get for my friends:P) when I came upon a gurl crying in dismay she looked ready to collapse tears where streaming down her face, as I stood there I felt a sharp pain in my heart questions where zooming across ma mind, why was she crying?...who did this to her!?!, should I approach her and see what is wrong? and before I knew what I was doing my feet were carrying me to her.
I approached her, and as I gazed upon her face I noticed that her face was grey like the sky, I asked what could cause her such dismay. She told me her life, she felt a pain she never felt before. She said it feels like nobody loves her anymore, it was a fact she knew forsure,
"I started this life so pure" she said to me
She went on about her past, I listened with patience that was my task. I told her there is no need to cry, her words where like a looking glass to me how much pain will a guy put a gurl through?, It reminded me of the words I was told by another gurl, a gurl wise beyond her years....
"Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved."
We took a walk aroun, with much pain did her heart pour with this feeling she never felt before.....
I talked to her, soothed her pain, brushed the tears, in the end she was smiling, she had such a sweet and innocent smile, and happy; my job was done so I took her leave and gave her a contact info if she ever needed to talk or advice for anything. We both walked away smiling......
A very good friend of mine by the name of Tanvi, showed me this it had a great affect on me and is related to what happened here, I gave her this example, and so this is why I have decided to put it on.....
"A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by who we are. You are special - don't ever forget it."
I approached her, and as I gazed upon her face I noticed that her face was grey like the sky, I asked what could cause her such dismay. She told me her life, she felt a pain she never felt before. She said it feels like nobody loves her anymore, it was a fact she knew forsure,
"I started this life so pure" she said to me
She went on about her past, I listened with patience that was my task. I told her there is no need to cry, her words where like a looking glass to me how much pain will a guy put a gurl through?, It reminded me of the words I was told by another gurl, a gurl wise beyond her years....
"Be very careful if you make a woman cry, because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved."
We took a walk aroun, with much pain did her heart pour with this feeling she never felt before.....
I talked to her, soothed her pain, brushed the tears, in the end she was smiling, she had such a sweet and innocent smile, and happy; my job was done so I took her leave and gave her a contact info if she ever needed to talk or advice for anything. We both walked away smiling......
A very good friend of mine by the name of Tanvi, showed me this it had a great affect on me and is related to what happened here, I gave her this example, and so this is why I have decided to put it on.....
"A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by who we are. You are special - don't ever forget it."
Monday, November 07, 2005
Cat
there a snow white cat with beautiful golden eyes that has no home and my parents are not letting me keep it...alas I must find it a home....
Contemplating
Alas! Ramadan and Eid has come and gone, like every good thing nothing lasts on this world. I Inshallah will keep a strong Emaan and will be able to continue to strengthen my Emaan and strive towards uniting the Ummah...so much to do, and I dont even know when nor how I will die....will I get killed in a car crash?...be shoot? stabbed? beatin to death?....will my enemies finally succecd? or will I choke on a morsel of food? mite I be so overcome with grief that I will contemplate suicide? even do the evil deed? n many more.....
All of these are on my mind daily, akways having to watch my back cuz of some buck. The past continually haunts me becuz of the foolish, the stupid mistakes I made in the past thinking im like Immortal (in a sense)...a foolish boy I was, but a boy I am no longer....I am a Man, most of all I am a Muslim!
~Ummah before self~
All of these are on my mind daily, akways having to watch my back cuz of some buck. The past continually haunts me becuz of the foolish, the stupid mistakes I made in the past thinking im like Immortal (in a sense)...a foolish boy I was, but a boy I am no longer....I am a Man, most of all I am a Muslim!
~Ummah before self~
Friday, November 04, 2005
Fun things one can (and if crazy, should) try on an elevator
Just something my friend showed me when we where reminiscing at west ed after where where done shopping.....
FUN THINGS TO DO IN AN ELEVATOR (try'em:P)
1) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
8)Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment
9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
12) Ask, "Did you feel that?"
13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"
15) Swat at flies that don't exist.
16) Tell people that you can see their aura.
17) Call out, "Group Hug!" and then enforce it.
18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"
19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?" 20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off
21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.
22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers
23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.
24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".
26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passnegers, "This is MY personal space"
FUN THINGS TO DO IN AN ELEVATOR (try'em:P)
1) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
8)Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment
9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
12) Ask, "Did you feel that?"
13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
14) When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"
15) Swat at flies that don't exist.
16) Tell people that you can see their aura.
17) Call out, "Group Hug!" and then enforce it.
18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"
19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?" 20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off
21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.
22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers
23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.
24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, "I have new socks on".
26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passnegers, "This is MY personal space"
Thursday, November 03, 2005
A song of Ice and Fire
From a Song of Ice and FireSimon *Star* eyes.....He has no eyes, so in place of his missing eyes he put in jewels which allowed him 2 'see'....his chosen weapon is a double bladed spear, ya i kno it dont sound all tha crazy but when you read the book it like saaaay yalllahhh!.....its friggen crazy!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
A Promise...
"Promise me Bilal...promise me"
I woke up 2day drenched in cold sweet this dream I had is sending shivers down my back even now as I type..... I am on my knees her head is in my lap her clothes are torn n ragged, her hair in disarray, even though the beating she has takin the evidence of her beauty are still cleary evident on her face. She looks up at me with those eyes that where once so full of life that could bring the truth out of you, that could make you feel happy all over no matter how foul a mood you where in. Holding her head in one hand clutching her body our tears intermingling
"Dont leave me! Aisha please dont leave me" I cry sobbing
"O little one, my sweet Billu the is God's will but I wont ever truly leave you I promise ill always be here" she points at my heart, "If you ever need me just close your eyes and look into your heart and you will find me there" she replies in her reassuring voice
"Aisha...please aisha" I plead with her
"Can you promise me hun?"
"But Aisha I...I....I" I reply stuttering
"Shhhhh just promise me Billu please, can you do that for me?"
"I guess so....Yes I can...I promise...I promise you sis, I promise you Aisha" my voice growing stronger
"I knew you would, your different Bilal, your special, Your my little brother....I love you little one" she smiles one last time The mist envelopes everything sun doth shines upon my eyes I wake up to a new day..... I have kept that promise to this day.......
I woke up 2day drenched in cold sweet this dream I had is sending shivers down my back even now as I type..... I am on my knees her head is in my lap her clothes are torn n ragged, her hair in disarray, even though the beating she has takin the evidence of her beauty are still cleary evident on her face. She looks up at me with those eyes that where once so full of life that could bring the truth out of you, that could make you feel happy all over no matter how foul a mood you where in. Holding her head in one hand clutching her body our tears intermingling
"Dont leave me! Aisha please dont leave me" I cry sobbing
"O little one, my sweet Billu the is God's will but I wont ever truly leave you I promise ill always be here" she points at my heart, "If you ever need me just close your eyes and look into your heart and you will find me there" she replies in her reassuring voice
"Aisha...please aisha" I plead with her
"Can you promise me hun?"
"But Aisha I...I....I" I reply stuttering
"Shhhhh just promise me Billu please, can you do that for me?"
"I guess so....Yes I can...I promise...I promise you sis, I promise you Aisha" my voice growing stronger
"I knew you would, your different Bilal, your special, Your my little brother....I love you little one" she smiles one last time The mist envelopes everything sun doth shines upon my eyes I wake up to a new day..... I have kept that promise to this day.......
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