So baby don’t worry, you are my only, You won’t be lonely, even if the sky is falling down :]

I have a really big fat headache. I don’t know why, but it hurts like hell. I’ve just taken 4 ibuprofen tablets, and I’m now hoping it would just go and screw nuts, so I’m gonna sit here and watch my fingers tap at the keyboard and whatever. Everything is packed and done, thank god. It’s absolutely boiling inside and its roasting outside, but its no where near as hot as it is over in pk. I have so much to look forward to eh.

I can’t believe that exams are over and college has finished. It hasn’t sunk in yet. I still think ill be going to college and seeing everyone and doing homework and class work and all. These two years have literally flew by, now looking back, it all just seems like a hundred laughs, a few tears a little here and a bit there and bang college is over.

We had our final leaver’s party the other night at a Portuguese restaurant; however the food turned out to be not soo very Portuguese but rather very Indian. It was nice and everyone was starving so that got a pass. It was a pretty place, with stunning lightening and on top of that everybody was looking lovely. You know when you go to some parties and you look at some people and you think dude, were you planning on going to the circus 4 blocks away but you took a wrong turn and ended up here? Well it wasn’t like that at all. Everybody just looked gorgeous, but it was hard to ignore the hint of sadness in some eyes.

The awards were given out, student of the year award and best subject award etc and then came the funny ones. Some act or something you say during the year which is instantly picked up by the teachers and then they give you a certificate at the end and everyone just has a friendly laugh about it. This year it was pretty interesting, because what they had done was that our head read out a four line poem about this particular person and then everybody had to guess who it was and then that student would come, collect their certificate and get their picture snapped with the principle.

I think from all of us, Prokz’s was the funniest award. At the beginning of the year, just a week after college had started Prokz managed to get herself into a pretty scary and amusing situation. It was Friday afternoon and they had just had a sociology revision class. Prokz was waiting upstairs for her dad to come and pick her up. The revision lesson wasn’t up on the college notice board due to some mistake in the timetable making, so no one knew that there was actually a revision lesson going on apart from the students. So at half four when college ended, the teacher on the ground floor let out all the students, locked up the building and left. With Prokz still inside. She hadn’t bothered to check around if anyone else was about for she didn’t know. This caused quite a big hoo haa around college for about a week, everyone wanted to know ‘the girl who got herself locked in’ so on Prokz’s funny certificate it said ‘the wannabe celebrity!’ they thought she did it on purpose! :D

After that came the speeches and thankyou’s and all the normal stuff you get on leaver do’s and then we got up to perform our song. There were five of us and we had wanted to do something totally different, not a speech cos thats what everyone does, so we came up with a song. Our very own version of Akon’s I wanna make up right now na na! I suggest you listen to the song first before you read on :D

Ours went like this, just the first part.

It’s been so long, since we’ve been tortured here.

Trying to be strong but the time we have is washing away.

It won’t be long before we have to say goodbye

And just leave you, miss you, thank you and tell you what’s been on our mind...

We wanna go eat, right now na na.

So we’re gonna say bye right now na na

Wish we didn’t have to leave right now na na.

So we’re gonna shut up right now na na.

Haha, it was nothing great, half of it didn’t even make sense, but it was fun and everyone loved it. The teachers thought it was absolutely fantastic and had a good laugh over it.

I just can’t believe I won’t be seeing these people ever again. Everyone will just go their separate ways and no one is sure whether their paths shall ever cross again. These two years have been the best years of my life. I have met so many people, learnt so many things, been and seen and got the shirts. It was amazing. I haven’t just learnt about Augustine’s theodicy or Labov’s narrative framework or the eclectic approach in psychology, but iv learnt about myself. About me. About Smiley. Sometimes I thought I didn’t know who I was, I felt as though I knew book characters better than I knew myself, but through these two years I’ve found Smiley and I’ve gotten to know her better. It takes time, of course it does, but one eventually gets there. I’ve seen people who have struggled and stumbled through life and one of the reasons is because they don’t know who they are, and what they want. Who is that person within them, the person deep down, buried beneath?

I’m going to miss everyone at college, all my teachers, class mates and friends. They have all touched my life in different ways. It’s true what they say about teachers, they are indeed special people, with glowing lights, who hold our hand and guide us and teach us many things. And friends, what can you say? I was once told by a wonderful friend of mine that life is like a jigsaw, and people are like jigsaw pieces, they come into our life and when they leave, new people come and they take that jigsaw piece’s place and it goes on. But then you have the seasonal friend, the friend that comes for a reason and the friend that comes to stay for a life time.

You Can't Have everything. Where Would You Put It?

Well, the three little maroon rascals eventually arrived. They came yesterday in the afternoon and I was like if only they had come at that time on Sunday, we would have had enough time to catch our plane. Sunday’s flight was at 10pm. But I guess it was just not meant to happen. Maybe it was the airline. We were gonna fly on airblue for the first time, maybe pia love us too much. Who knows? Oh well. Now we fly out tomorrow, inshAllah. The luggage is packed and over weight, naturally. So will be dealing will their diet tonight and tomorrow morning.

Wish me luck! :]

Sit, Walk or Run, But Don't Wobble.

Everything is looking like a bum. We sent our passports off Amy’s, Boo’s and mine to be made like 10 days ago and they still haven’t arrived. They have this thing now where you can pay extra and get your passport fast tracked and get it the next day and that’s what I’ve rung up for a thousand times but what reply do I get? Can you ring tomorrow morning and we’ll do it for you.

On Monday the operator [a lady] goes ring back tomorrow morning between 9am and 11am and we’ll do it for you. Tuesday I ring up at 9:10am and im told I should ring on Wednesday and they will be able to fast track them. On Wednesday I ring and the lady goes we are very busy at the moment, we’ll give you a call in a few hours, if you don’t hear from us by 2:30 {it was 10:30am then) then ring us back. By 2pm there’s no call. And the same at 2:30pm. I ring at 2:30pm and this lady says we can’t do it. I say okies blah blah thank you, hang up and dial again. This time there’s a guy, he says there is nothing we can do, all I advise you to do now is sit tight and wait for your passports [but there is no guarantee that they will be out by Friday] up yours. Sit tight? Like wth.

Then dad rings them and we’re told they need at least 2 weeks to be made so we won’t be receiving them before the weekend. It is just impossible. This means we are bummed, cos our tickets are booked for Sunday.

It’s not like we’re never got our passports made and fast tracked before. My bro got his made three weeks ago and that came the next day. And my uncle and his family did it and they got theirs, so what’s wrong with ours?

The most annoying thing is being told the same thing by three different people which turns out to be utter BS. Urgh. The woman I talked to on Tuesday couldn’t work out I was saying F when I told her my post code, she thought I was saying T. Like since when did F sound like T and on top of that I kept saying F for Freddie.

It sucks because mojo of the things are packed and we’re just ready to go. Right now we’re told that the passports should be arriving by tomorrow, inshAllah they do come. I just can’t imagine what would happen if they didn’t.

Amy and Boo’s friends came over last night for a farewell party, yeah you read that right. We had picked them up from school and both tell me that they aren’t going to madrassah [mosque school] and im like “why?” and they goes “cos Tiff, Becky, Iqqy and So and So are coming over” and im like “what on earth for?” and they like “cos we’re going to Pakistan, aren’t we?” and im like “so” and they like “yeah so?” I ask mum and she goes “yeah they are coming around, you should have invited your friends round too” what?! Did I just hear what I just heard? Like why on earth was I gonna do that. Duuuude I am not moving over to Pakistan im just going for a holiday, why do u need to throw a party when you’re going on holiday?! I sometimes think I was born in the wrong family, like seriously.

Learn From Yesterday, Live For Today, Hope For Tomorrow.

A friend of mine posted this in a bulletin on myspace, i thought id just share it with you guys :]

I loved his music when I was a child, when I was a teenager and even as an adult.

Regardless of our opinions about him, Michael has left a footprint on the music industry that was so big and so deep, musicians will struggle for generations to climb out of it. He set the bar so high professionally, it's hard to imagine that anyone will ever surpass him.

In a room full of superstars his star shined brighter than the others... Simply put, the phenomenon that was Michael Jackson will never be duplicated.

Though Michael may have been the "king of pop", it is Allah who is King of the Worlds and Master of the Day of Judgement.

As we remember Michael today, let his passing serve as a reminder that we too have a date with death. No matter how big you become in this life, we will all be called back to our Creator on a Day in which there is no doubt.

Michael's critics were many during his life, but I choose to remember what Michael himself said once, "I didn't choose this life, it chose me... I was never given a choice about being famous"

Ib®ahim™

Learn From The Mistakes Of Others. You can't Live Long Enough To Make Them All Yourself.

We were in our last Re revision session last Friday discussing what Richard Swinburne says about religious experiences being genuine experiences when the topic of parents loving their children rose in the classroom. Jane goes that Swinburne makes a point that we can never know if a religious experience is a genuine experience just like we can never know how our parents love is.

The class asked but surely parents do love their children, upon which Jane goes well, why should they?

This came as a surprise to all of us, as loving our parents seems natural; it seems like a very right thing, something that is always there. It aint something we question everyday. I goes to Jane our parents love us because we are their children, their flesh and blood to which she says there is only the biological argument to explain it.

There was quite a stunned silence in the classroom as everyone tried to absorb this and a few minutes later some students said that they thought they didn’t love their parents as they thought they did.

If you asked a child, whether he loves his mummy and daddy, he would obviously say yes of course, but is it true or just some illusion in our head?

I know some people are like two peas in a pod with their parents and thus they would say yeah I really do love them, but for those who aint that close, what’s the story there?

We asked Jane whether she loved her children and she said she isn’t particularly close to her kids and thus doesn’t love them that much. She cares about them and that’s how far it goes.

What do you think?

What Time Is It?

PARTY TIME !

Exams.Are.Overr!

I Should Be Revising - Part 3

The hall was getting warm and my hijab was getting irritable by the minute. They clock was ticking so loudly it was hurting my ears. An hour and a half had gone by. Another half an hour was left before I would place a neat full stop at the end of my sentence and hand in this exam paper and wave good bye to it. Never ever again will I have to do recasting. Horrible, crappity crap and utterly torturing recasting. Urgh. And writing a commentary, oh don’t even go there. You either have to write a letter or a newspaper article or a leaflet on a topic chosen by the board [they sure pick the breathtakingly interesting topics] and then you write a commentary on that piece you just wrote, explaining why you wrote, well, like you wrote it. Why did you choose to use the adjective enchanting? Why not interesting. What’s wrong with impressive? And why did you use rhetorical features here and here and why did you chose to write in first person and not in third person and why did you put a full stop here and not a comma and why did you chose to write it on paper and not on the invigilators face and why did you sit on a chair and write the exam on not on Blackpool tower?

Oh go screw nuts, will you.

The most annoying thing was I couldn’t concentrate. We had spent the morning revising in Sam's room and after a bit we ended up on Youtube listening to songs and right now they were all playing in my head. Actually, wait right there. The most mostest annoying thing was that the topic chosen by the board was soo £"!£$%^ boring. It was about Kinder Scout I mean what on earth people.

I looked around the examination hall. Petal who was sitting to my right a seat up had her feet crossed, legs stretched, arms folded and paper neatly closed. She had only done the first question. This wasn’t the recasting one. That was on Shakespeare’s King Lear play. She had totally missed out the recasting session. Just before the exam she goes Im only revising for sociology and biology, can’t be bothered with English. Nice one. Everyone else was writing away. Their black biro's [ooh did I tell you, now they only allow black ink in exams. What’s wrong with blue?] Rushing across the paper, pouring out whatever garbage came to their head.

Hocus, pocus let me focus.

I looked up at the clock. I had only a bit of time but still had so much to write.

She rockin' that thing like.

Oh, shut up.

I write two lines explaining why I used a rhetorical question in my article and what effect it creates and then glance at the clock.

She rockin' that thing like.

Like.

Like.

Like.

Oh for goodness sake, go away.

It’s getting louder in my head. I look around to see if anyone else can hear it, but everyone else seems to be absorbed in their exam paper. I get back to my commentary and as soon as my pen touches the paper..

You're like a hot revolver

What the hell. Leave me alone.

I want to cover my ears with my hands to block out this ruddy music but I wonder if ill look like Im having some sort of fit which might get the invigilator wondering what’s going on, so I decide against it.

Note to self: Don’t listen to anything before an exam.

Now, I really must go and revise.