There’s a link in every link.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m very boring and I can’t keep a blog to save my life. I can’t even write decent poetry, sheesh. But whose suggestion was it for me to blog??? Noman’s. Ok so it’s not completely his fault, I was flattered and thought I could write TOO. But alas, I’ve proven myself wrong. So wrong, it hurts. Like this bone stuck in my throat. Maybe it’s gone but it feels like it’s there. Just like so many feelings I have. Feelings that should no longer exist, but I still feel them. And they hurt too. Everything’s linked. Just like chains. And chains, mind you, hurt when slashed with.
It’s all about being coherent.
Ahem, Ramadan and Eid Mubarak..
Lisa Lisa, where is My Pizza?
Oh wait.. wrong poem…
Happy Happy Happy Id in Ramadan..
Ahem…. and now finally my poem…
i am pleased to annnounce that the only thing that counts
is that we fasted and fasted at the right amounts
in the day while we ate and even stayed up late
especially me my sandwiches were great!
I will not brag because you would probably gag
if you ate anything i cooked. even though i got the recipe from a book..
It might be a curse, but tell me what’s worse than making your dinner and then going to see a nurse.
People tell me i should get married, but i might be buried if i keep cooking for myself it sounds kinda scary.
But my sandwiches are good i love my mayo… and turkey cheese, and a pickle on the side please…
There! my poem! it’s not as good as the rest, but i am rusty! Bear With Me!!!!
LOL. DORKIEEEEEEEE! That was a nice poem masha Allah :D Very coherent indeed :P How are you? Hope your Ramadan’s going well bi idhnillah!
Hahahah, you know what Lisa, I guess one day you could look back on life and realise that for once, behind a good decision, lay this creature called [b]Nominal[/b]. [i]For once[/i]. Well ok. I’m not being too nice, but hey, he’s never gonna be here is he ? mwahah.
DORKIE IS ALIVE ??? Mashallah. I’m surprised. I don’t even know if it’s good news :P His poem seemed to reflect a number of what are now very obvious details of his life. 1) he’s still unmarried, 2) he eats sandwiches, which just shows he’s still unmarried, 3) he prepares them himself, which also points to the fact that he is still unmarried. Don’t worry bro, we’re behind you. It’s about time you picked up that catalogue.. and choose.. a MAIL-ORDER BRIDE !
And on to issues of more seriousness… I promised you Lisa, the feelings GO AWAY. Mortal wounds are well, just [i]mortal[/i], they don’t last an eternity. And that cliche didn’t just become cliche if there wasn’t some truth in it - TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS. It’s soooo cheesy, but it means something.
And who says you can’t write :P You just did !
You know who should write Hass? YOU that’s who. Your blog would rock some serious BD. This is turning out to be such a besties event (not quite). And I’m tempted to get everyone to share the blog and co-post, but you all will outshine me. I’m stingy on shinyness. Speaking of shining. I like this du’a:
Allahumma anzil ‘alaynaa noora siyaamina, wa anzil ‘alayna noora salaatina, wa anzil ‘alaynaa noora qira’aatinaa lil Quran… Ameen!