Friday, December 21, 2007

Last etcs

Ichigo Ichi E!!! from Emu's blog. By the way, what on earth is Ichigo Ichi E?

Last Cigarette: About two years ago, when I was dared by my 10 year old cousins. It was a taka worth of puffs, followed by two taka worth of ice-cream to get rid of the stink. Don't ask.
Last Alcoholic Drink: Haven't had any since I was born
Last Car Ride: Coming home after our mischievous calls
Last Kiss: Was it Amira or Salman... hmm... either way - from some cutie.
Last Good Cry: don't recall either
Last Library Book: To kill a Mockingbird
Last book bought: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Last Movie Seen in Theatres: This, I cannot tell - way too embarrassing! I was forced in and didn't watch half of it. However, I can proudly say that the one before that was Pirates 3.
Last Movie Rented: Do not rent. I only borrow from others. Much cheaper, don't you think?
Last Cuss Word Uttered: Probably the S word. Trying to get rid of it.
Last Baverage Drank: Water.
Last Food Consumed: Jorda. Orange rice like substance with nuts.
Last Crush: Hmm... cannot disclose.
Last Phone Call: I am sure Flynn can tell you all about that. :P
Last TV Show Watched: Friends. I was bored.
Last Time Showered: Umm.
Last Shoes Worn: Black sandals with too little of heels.
Last CD Played: Do not use CDs anymore.
Last Item Bought: A top, I think.
Last Download: Some song from Esnips.
Last Annoyance: Faisal and Salman fighting and crying over trivial issues.
Last Disappointment: Not being able to reach Ms Z on phone
Last Soda Drank: Coke
Last Thing Written: Emu's phone number for a very, very important cause.
Last Words Spoken: 'kotha bolbe'. hehehe... repeating Ma's words to Baba.
Last Sleep: 4 hours ago
Last Ice Cream Eaten: Forgot
Last Chair Sat In: sitting in computer chair right now
Last Webpage Visited: Emu's blog

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Entertaining Experiences

Though the girls are virtually dead right now, it is absolutely necessary for me to share my little telephone encounter with Emu and Flynn. I have to say, I might try it again, just to hear the confusion in the victim's voice. I knew it would be good, but things turned out to be better than expected. I will never forget this day - it was just too hilarious!

Well, we went to a house with lots of little kids just to pay an Eid visit, but being so close to the family, Ma wanted to stay there for a long time. There were three aunties, about twenty kids and us - three innocent, bored, young girls. We had lunch and hung around for a while, when 'the idea' hit Sum's head. It didn't exactly hit it then, it was there long before as they tried something similar on me that very morning. I am proud to say I was not fooled too much and easily figured out who the perpetrators were. By the time we got into the action, one of them left.. yeah, it was a shame. Would have been much more fun with Rad.

We planned the whole situation about seven times before deciding on a final one. Then I called Baba and found out Emu's home number and wrote it down with shaking hands. It felt too evil to be true, but hey, that's what boredom does to you. The numbers were also pressed with shaking hands. Then we waited. Eagerly.

Emu picked up. I masked my voice in some kind of Indian accent and asked for 'sister Emu'. Her response was positive, so, I carried on. I explained that my family was a new migrant from Fiji. I got her number from Ish and I wanted her to marry my imaginary depressed brethren. At one point, I could not stop laughing and had to hand the phone to sis to carry on. This happened a few times, but we still managed to fool the Martian. After a lot of 'negotiation' (seeing that I live in Rockdale!), she suggested that we meet at a GJ not far away from her house. This was getting way too funny. Anyway, we hung up and called back to confess it was just us. Apperantly, miss Emu was 'sure' it was us and was about to call us right then!

That was just one of them. Rad was present for the other one and she laughed her head off every time Flynn said something. We went by the same identity and insisted that she was the perfect one for the depressed guy. We had a different, yet, all the more amusing, conversation, and I even succeeded to make her talk to Mr J (this was also played by a girl, for all those cautious kids out there). It sort of started to fall apart near the end, so we decided to reveal our identity. She could not guess who we were even with ten guesses. Therefore, it became our duty to fill in the clueless girl. Yes, she was surprised.

We called Ms Z, sis of Rad, too. But, she wasn't home and of all the people, her hubby picked up. Nevertheless, we kept it cool and innocently told him to pass on the message. She would be waiting for a call from Ms Fatima from Rockdale. Oh well, opens up possibilities for the rest of us, right?

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Revived... and Returned

It has been an awfully long time since I last posted, but I am back again and do intend to stay for a while. This is one of the pathetic ways I am planning to spend my much awaited holiday in order to not be bored out of my brains, even though I don't think I will get a reader any time soon. As far as I know, all of you girls fled this land long time ago. Oh what the heck... this is a free country and I refuse to be pressured into leaving for good!

(Oh my God... oh my Merciful Great Lord! I just checked the date in my last entry.. and... man what a coincidence! The last time I wrote in here was exactly a year ago - December 11th! I swear I did not do this on purpose.)

So many things happened in the past year - it would not be fair to sum it all up in one tiny post. I have had people entering and leaving my life and bonds strengthened and broken. Well, I guess all of them contributed their part in building me up. By the way, apparently, I have become a bit more organised this year, but not enough to last me through the rest of high school. Will make an effort to be better.

So, currently, I have three blogs and one facebook to maintain. Will it work? Or will I ditch this one again? Find out... after the break.