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I Do the Thumbs-up Thing Too
Written on: Tuesday, January 05, 2010
I went to pray at Angullia mosque today, which is predominantly Indian. Its Indian land there, what do you expect. But I took wudhuk beside a chinese man who works at one of the shopping malls there. It felt so special that we were moving almost in sync, though our skin colours were vastly different (I'm not that dark anyway) (I'M FAIRER THAN MAK NOW HAHAHHA) (not enough yi er san what) and we were at a mosque dominated by another race. A lot of bangladeshi workers there too you see.Time: 11:32 PM Then when it came time for Maghrib, I felt a surge of, what, excitement? rush through me as I said my niat while the Imam did the takbiratul ihram. All around me everyone lifted their hands, but to different heights, for different durations, and we all ended up with our arms folded around our chests, though positions varied. Its like those super cool fighting movies where the heroes face some nemesis (there's a song stuck in my head, where the singer says his heart is black and he is Nemesis) and they all break into some unique fighting stance. It was that awesomeR. When we do our ibadah, or actions or worship, we differ slightly but are still the same. At that point where we're all doing the same thing, there is a sense of unity and brotherhood. When we look at small things like these we see how similar we are to others, so we must carry this thought forward to our everyday life. All of us have so much in common, hurting someone only eventually destroys yourself. IKR, deep. Hah. HAHAHAHHAHAHHA k nvm. People say when you move on in life you'd wish you were back at the previous stage. Like I wished I was back in primary school, when the fact of the matter is I had to wear ugly ass white shorts to school. Naval Base Primary shorts were grey. But now that I'm semi-working, I don't wanna go back to school. I wanna work cos I'm actually doing something, and this brain of mine gets to operate in such different ways it tickles. And I'm earning. You need cash to do shit. For now I wanna try as many jobs as I can, even if they don't pay so much, cos I'm learning lotsa shit from the people I meet, and the experience is what I'm in for. Gives life some excitement. While walking to work this morning I was suddenly distracted from selecting a new track to listen to, my attention grabbed entirely by a whiff of sweet-smelling air. I looked up and saw two minahs I've never seen in this estate. But that's all they'll ever be, one-meet-only sweet-smelling minahs. I've a short attention schpan remember. As I child I used to want certain things, and I'd walk by the same spot everyday to stare at that thing. It didn't matter if I didn't get it (well eventually it didn't matter) but seeing it there everyday kept me happy. Not that it was waiting for me, but that I could see it and drool or whatever again. Is it appropriate that I retain that mindset at this age hahahha. You know what, I don't care if it is, or even if its a poor question. I'm gonna keep thinking like that cos its in my jeans. GENES. Genes. Blood? Brain? Or metaphysical fabric of existence? I guess we'll never know. Oh and I found another facial product that might do you some good. Alamak internet got no peekchah. Its a Vitamin E cream by oriflame, but I guess any vitamin E cream will do. Its good for you, that's all I'm gonna say. And when applying such creams don't rub hard into skin. Instead dab spots around the face then gently smooth into the skin, stop when its not slimy anymore (creamy or whatever) or when you can no longer see its colour. I got this from acne.org, that guy seriously nothing better to do than dedicate his life to acne. Well its a good thing, cos he's helped lotsa people. Respek, brudder. If I become a fireman, and I wanna become a fireman, I'd be so thrilled if someone calls because 'shawty fire burning on the dance floor'. 'oh whoa-oh oh'. There's nothing that can piss me off more than Insufficient Sleep. It always hits me at the right spot where it hurts the most, and a bumbling grouchy me is then pushed around by time, not allowed to nurse my wounds. Time. Hmm. Hrms. Hermes. I will invent a device to control time. The entire creation process begins with me going to sleep now bye Hello, This drama has an iron cast |
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