04 Feb 07
Assalamu’Alaykum
weekend over already…dont weekends just tend to fly by really fast…..bak to school 2moz….everyones rushin to do last minute homework and preparations for school……im listening to my mom and bro arguing……
mom to bro: go for a bath
bro: i dont want to
mom: go now!!
bro: ok im goinnnggg in a bittttt
mom: NOWWWW!!!
bro: ooooooook im goiiiiiin just one minnnn
mom: N-O-W!!!!!
bro: but i dnt want to goooooooooooo
mom: get in the bathroom NOW!
*mom gets bro into the bathroom*
*when hes been in there for hours*
mom: its time to get out wat u doing?
bro: i dnt want to get out
mom: get out u’ve been in there looong enough
bro: nooo i dnt want to get out
mom: get outttt
bro: noooo
*mom goes into the bathroom and forces him out after alot of shouting*
bro: *moaning and complaining as he puts his clothes on*
*mom comes to my room and says to me: wat a weird boy…first he doesnt want to get in to the bath and once in he doesnt want to get out….
me: ermm wasnt i like tht when i was young??
but mom had already left to go sort bro out by then…
after tht bro decides to go on the internet to play the most boring and saddest game ever……so hes killin the ‘baddies’ when all of a sudden i hear a noise from the room he is in…i hear a computer chair slip on the floor (remember we are all forever slping on the lamanet[well i am]) and i hear someone hit their head on the sliding out keyboard thingy on the computer table….well it was in my sisters room and only her and bro were in there and it obviously wasnt my sis so i strain my ears from my bed room to hear wat happened:
sis to bro: ooooooh are u ok?????
bro: nooooo of courseeeeeeeeeeee im not okkkkk!!!!!
sis: *silence*
i dont even kno when my bro changed and started talkin in tht way……and i dont want to guess as to who he picked up talkin in tht way from…….![surely NOT me!]
About an hour later
*chair slips AGAIN on the floor and bro falls onto the floor*
mom: wat areee you doingggg???
bro: *lost in his game doesnt even realise he has fallen and continues to play*
me: *rollseyes*
when ever you mom/dad calls u while ur doing something and u dont go straight away they come bak to call you every so often untill u go right? and u keep sayin ‘im just commin one moment’ well not in my bros case…..my mom will call him…but…..well…here’s an example of wat happened today:
mom to my bro: come down to pray now!
bro: ok im commin in 15 mins
mom: NO! now!!*goes off into the room*
*one min later*
bro: *shouts* mom im jussssst commin in 14 mins
*five mins later*
bro: *shouts* mom im jusssssst commin in nineeeeeeeeeeeeee mins
*five mins later*
bro: mom im commin jusst wait only four mins left im commminnnnn
*FIVE min later*
mom: are you commin or do i need to come up there??
bro: im comming im commin just one minute i just have to kill this person…nearly done mom just wait neaaarly done…
he can talk on like tht for some time until mom goes up and he gets a slap after tht hes done for……sometimes its amusing to listen to the racket…but mostly it just annoys the hell out of me and if im near by…well then i feel sorry for him….but thts AFTER im thru with him…..so as u see….the roles are played sliiiightly wrong here….
when my bro was little some wat three years of age he was watching dad wash the car…maybe it was one of the first few times he was watching tht…….he must have been real amused and fasinated by it…..so he took a step backwards and fell straight into the bucket of water…..must have been fun to be washed like a car…….
and thts about all for today……my blogs turning into a blog about my brother…..now tht cant happen…….
oh yea and about the tag……wat is there tht u guys dont kno about me…u read me like an open book……..i am suppose to be introverted……some how i changed online and am extroverted………..
and i think ill leave it there and go to bed..have a good monday bak at school guys i kno u can all survive the day 
03 Feb 07-updates demanded…
Assalamu’Alaykum
ok ok okkkkk!!! im updating…yea atlassssst……….after all u ppls constant nagging and ‘demands’ for an update……(heck it hasnt even been a month since i last posted here) yea mamsoo and mimi i shall do tht tag one day when i get time….till then dont keep demanding me to do it (like sayin tht will stop u both) but then again i just kno whooo can keep each of u busy 
ermm i dont even kno wat to write about because im out of words for some odd reason…..but even when im out of words some how i manage to scrape a convo……..who would ever guess(apart from mimi) that im introvert……
ive just been so busy tht i dont have time for anything…look at my blog..its soo sad and dull and emty and lifeless………scares everyone away…….but then again i am dull and empty and sad(no not unhappy sad) and lifeless…….work and exam stress……..i dont think im goin to make it in time for the finals this year……too little time left to prepare……i need to ‘pull my socks up’ and get going…….Inshallah it will be worth it in the end 
isnt it discrimination tht the day im ill and cant eat my fam have pizza for lunch and burger for dinner…..and i have none 
my brother is annoying but hilariously funny at times…..:
mom: kids come down
*bro goes down*
*sis goes down*
*bro jumps out at sis who starts to scream*
*me thinking to myself:wonder why my sis screamed today when she has NEVER screamed when anyone has jumped out at her*
*i go down*
*BOOOOO! bro jumps out at me*
*roll my eyes in response*
me: soo ermm why did sis scream for when bro jumped out at her?
bro: coz i jumped out at her with dads fake tooth
me: ooooooh thaaaaaaat thing……(most of u kno my encouter with it…if u dont just ask ill tell u on msn…)
ok so then me mom and sis go to get the food out…i come bak in the room……
bro: gives me evil looks
me: get over ur self just coz u didnt scare me *rollseyes*
*bro moves from sittin opposite me and comes and sits next to me*
me: uh ohhhhh!!!
bro: *screams at the top of his voice*
me: uffff shurrup u idiot
bro: *cough cough* (aims at my food)
me: oiiiiiiii thts my food idiot
bro*starts to scream*
me: *rolls eyes*
*all of a sudden he stops screaming*
bro: mom my throat hurts
me: good, why scream then silly
bro: *screams*
me: some one slaaaaaaaaaap him
*hand goes flyin through the air and slaps bro*
me: oh….i did it myself……..*duh* tht was like a reflex action where the message didnt even go to my brain…yea i was studyin science before eating…..
and then offf i go to fill the dishwasher and washup while bro ‘pretends’ to cry *rollseyes*
another time we were sitting down to eat and i put bros plate of food infront of him…so he asks me
bro: wats this?
me: ermm ur food
bro: what do i do with it?
me: ermm eat it maybe?
bro: ok then *biiig smile*
me*mutters* ‘weirdo’
*everyones eatin…bros talking non stop while everyones ignoring him* *all of a sudden*
bro: why is dad eatin with his eyes shut?
me: maybe to block out ur constant chitchat so he can eat in peace?!
bro: shurrup no one was talkin to u
me *rolls eyes*
bro: u knoooo, i have a friend whose name is sha’baan..
me: right..coool….
bro: yep sha’baaan
me: we heard u….
bro: *starts to sing* muharram safar, rabiul awwal……(etc)
me: *chokes on drink trying to hold in laughter*
after tht i quickly got up and went to do the washing…….
another time we were sitting to eat…..all of a sudden
bro: i want to be a Roman
me: why’s tht then?
bro: they can lie down and eat
*bro lies down flat on floor and tries to eat*
me: *tryin not to laugh* moms gonna shout at u
*mom comes*
mom: GET UPPP!! sit and eat with respectt!!! what do they teach you
bro: we learnt about Romans todya at school…this is how they sat and ate
another time…yet AGAIN we are about to eat…..so one of the things we were eatin was potato…..all of a sudden my brother remembers a memory from when he was three….hell i cant remember nothin from when i was tht age…some memory he has Mashallah…..anyway…here is his story:
so at tht age he used to go to nursery….and sometimes the kids were given potato to eat….now they were given it with the skin which my brother or no other kid wanted to eat….but untill they didnt finish eating the skin they were not allowed to leave the dastakhaan or go and play…..so all the kids with glum faces would sit and eat the skin like good little kids….that is all the kids but my bro…..he would take off the skin and put it underneath the dastakhaan…….then when all his teachers went into the kitchen he would rush to the bin and throw the skin away……
my mom goes to him: oh! so u were naughty from that age?!
bro replys: no, not naughty, but clever!!
the cheek!
aaah hes annoying…but when i need a laugh he has one for me…..brothers…u gotta luv em……
enough of an update guys? ok then….ill start to think of the tag now and post tht up inshallah ……for now…..im outta here…….
