Jitters

I feel so jittery! Maghrib is in like about 7 hours, and today there is community iftar at the masjid! And I feel so jittery because I can't wait to see who won the Quran competition!!! They will announce the winners today! OMG. The jitteriness is making my tummy hurt even more because of hunger pains, plus I had a chest pain.

S is helping me train Sunset to bite my finger before I give him food. And I just dumbly noticed that he has ugly nostrils that make him look totally different from what he looked like before.

My tummy is growling. I gotta go mund*, it's already Zohor. See ya.

N
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*Mund is our word for 'mandi'; 'mandi' is the Malay word for 'bathe'.

Unwrapped in a Smoothie Dilemma

Yesterday while we were waiting for Maghrib, me and Z watched Sweet Secrets Unwrapped with Marc Summers. We took turns listening to it with the headphones because the loudspeakers don't work. Then S came along. *SCREAM* We watched all the sweet secrets and then S wanted to watch Paula Deen. Paula doesn't have a deen.
H cut chunks of cheese for us to break our fast with. Mom had told me to make smoothies, and that's when the dilemma began.

~The Smoothie Dilemma~

Ummi told me to make smoothies so I did. I got raspberries and strawberries from the chest freezer in the garage. I got the blender out and everything. Ummi said I had to make Z's first. So then I piled the berries in the blender and then started pouring in the soy milk. But, the getah couldn't be found, so the milk spilt everywhere. *SCREAM*

***A few minutes later after calling Ummi from her exercising***

"Ayyayyaaa..." says mom.

"The rubber thing is gone." I say.

"Alamak..." says mom.

"Abi likes to take all the parts away," continues mom.

"Well..." says me.

(Mom opens a drawer and finds a different kind of blender, a hand blender.)

"Haa, use this," says mom. "It's a hand blender."

(I silently sigh with relief and pour the berry+soymilk mess into the cup, and then mom hand-blends it up. It turns into a nice pink glob of gluten free smoothie.)

"Haa, get a cup lah!" says mom.

(About to get a cup until - )

"Eh, actually I thought you were going to add his yogurt?" says mom.

"Emm..no," I say.

"Eh, letak lah!" she insists.

"M'kay."

(I open the fridge and get out his nasty soy yogurt. I take a spoon and spoon it in. Then mom blends it some more, and now it is finally done.)

"Haa, pour it into a cup and give it to Z," says mom.

(I pour it into a tall green cup and place @ Z's place @ the dining table.)

"Haa, Z! Your smoothie! Go get a straw!" says mom.

(Z goes 'n' gets a straw, and I start making our smoothie.)

(I pour more berries in the cup and blend it. I add our yogurt. Then it is done. Another pink glob. It's really globby and doesn't slide a bit when I attempt to pour it in a cup. So I take a spoon and spoon it in. Then I try to slurp it up, but the globbiness makes an effect on me trying to drink it. It is not very sweet, but good enough.)

(H drinks the smoothie and I think he sorta kinda likes it but he insists on adding sugar next time.)

That is the end of the smoothie dilemma story. I am going to try and make another smoothie today, this time with a little sugar. Oh, and I forgot the flaxseed.

N

Ramadan Night #1

FRIDAY, JULY 20, 2012

Well, when I woke up from my nap at about 5:00 pm, I was completely covered in sweat. My hairclips were hanging from hair strands around my ears, and my necklace was messed up. S woke me up by poking my shoulder. I got up, put on my glasses, and fixed my hair and necklace. Then I followed S to H's room so we could wake him up.

Now this was a challenge. S poked H's shoulder a few times, and his body just wobbled. S tried and tried to wake H up, and took off his blanket. H just pulled it back up. S gave up and decided to just wake up H's friend, who was in the living room on the couch. S poked his shoulder, and he woke up easily. Then we all went to H's room to wake him up again. S got a belt from the ground and lightly whipped H's brown blankie. It still did not work, but H was awake and angry. H's friend came into the room and laughed when we whipped H. We finally got H's blanket off, but that made H angrier. He sprang out of bed and chased S out. I ran out too, for safety.

"Let's get outta here!" I told H's friend, but he wouldn't. He stayed in there and gave H a little push. H exploded and punched him. We eventually prayed without H, and then I started to get ready for my massage class. After the class was over, we went to the masjid for Iftar.

N

Pre-Ramadan

Practice fast today. H was moaning and groaning.
"Whassa time?"
"When's Maghrib?"
"I'm so HUNGRY!"
"Who wants to be killed?"
That's how weak he is.
Then, guess what, at Iftar time, he ate almost all the salad while we were getting ready for Maghrib. Then he heaved his fat self up the stairs. He was a zombeh! I peered at him in the darkness. "Wow, he looks fatter than usual!" I said. "...Mmmmhhh..." said H. He heaved his brown arm to the top of the stairs. S pulled him up. Then, after Maghrib, he was still weak, and so S dragged him down the stairs. *LOL* Then he ate, and then he asked to eat more. I mean, seriously? But he had to go to the masjid for Isha, so haha.

N