Transcript from a conversation that took place half way through typing this entry.
(we were talking about how we only gave the Smiths four slices of cake, but Alex's girfriend Cara is there so maybe it should have been five)
me: well if I had a boyfriend they wouldn't give us more cake.
mum: you don't have a boyfriend.
me: I might.
mum: you don't.
me: I could have a boyfriend.
mum: I know you have a girlfriend.
me: *panics* (YOU WHAT??????? HOW DOES SHE KNOW?)
mum: Olive are you Sarah's girlfriend?
me: *RELIEF* although now I think of it, as if Olive would be my gf. The idea is pretty stupid.
Today was my eighteenth birthday party! Tomorrow is my actual birthday but the party was today. The whole thing was a bit last minute, starting in the Easter holiday when mum bought me this really cute dress and I was like "hm, i should have a party to wear this at" and I'd been thinking of having a party but I wasn't sure what to do because of all the different friends I have and obligations to invite people I don't really like etc.
Anyway, on Monday, I asked people about days and we finally settled on Sunday, then on Tuesday I wrote invitations and handed them out. I invited Rachel, Kim, Nicola, Vicky, Fishy, Mohan, Ramjeet, Nandi, Mushana, Charlotte, Jeskirat, Hirah, Fatima, Alysha, Catherine, Neela, Abby, Kat and Minal. So like, twenty people. Before hand, I was freaking out because I'd only told mum I'd sent twelve invitations, which was true, however I'd also doubled some of the invites up, not to mention invited a few people verbally.
Today, first thing I woke up WORRIED, then I went downstairs and read some fanfic while I ate breakfast. Then I helped mum prepare! We'd gone super shopping to tesco and bought LOADS of food.
I made slices of carrots, cucumber and celery to dip in the dips, some cocktail sticks with olives and feta cheese, jelly butterflies and iced a cake. And I did lots of useful stuff in between.
Mum made Riaz and I samosas for lunch, then we went to this Sunday circle.
When we got back it was quarter past three and Rachel and Kim were supposed to come at half three, the others at four. I said goodbye to Riaz who was going back to uni, then I hopped into the shower.
I got out of the shower and Riaz and mum had left, and got into my dress (with jeans and a vest top underneath) and started talking to myself about how nothing was ready and freaking out a little bit cause Rachel and Kim weren't showing. I had just convinced myself I had to iron my vest stop, when they arrived and I pulled them in. They wwere like CALM DOWN SARAH, then Mush and Nandi called and were like "sorry we can't come" and I was torn between "well that sucks" and "at least now there wont be twenty people in my house."
Rachel and Kim set up base in my room, and helped straighten my hair and do my makeup cause I'm awful with it. Then Hirah arrived so I intro-ed her and proved that she's real!!
Hm, I'm not sure what happened after that. I went back downstairs and a few more people started arriving, Fatimah Junaid and her sister Asma, and then Vicky. I'd like to point out that even though I asked everyone to bring cushions, hardly anyone complied. Upsetting.
I opened a few gifts. Rachel made me this beautiful photo albumn with some great memories, and a lovely card as well, she ought to drop out and dedicate her time to that instead I say.
Hirah bought me a nice wall scroll, with Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura and Kakashi. I say Sakura but I'm really not sure she's there.. I was distracted by the others, obviously. Jeskirat arrived with chocolates which I will eat tomorrow, I suspect. Then Fishy arrived, although I think this is a bit out of order. I think they both arrived before the present opening, cause I remember fishy hitting my head with the wall scroll while I was looking at Rachel's gift.
Then, bizarrely, Rachel gave me a hat from her mum, which is like a cake with candles and plays "happy birthday" when you press the side. And I was wearing it and the door went so I sent someone to get it and they were like "there are children there!" and I was like "whatttt??? Children??" So I went there and it was Nasreen and her lovely children! I was so surprised! I mean yes on thursday I had repeatedly mentioned it was my birthday on monday, but I hadn't expected them to come and see me! They'd got me a lovely card. Hold on, I'll type it out.
"To Lovely Sara Moola on your 18th Birthday,
Happy Birthday Sarah.
Your a big girl now, seven years older than Maryam, ten years older than Haleema, twelve years older than Hamza and fourteen years older than Fatima. Ha ha ha. I know that would make you feel old. I hope you get what you want in your life and may Allah bless you with many more birthdays. Have a great day.
Lots o love, Maryam, Haleema, Hamza, Fatima and Family."
HOW SWEET IS THAT?!
Then the party continued, we danced in the rain a little bit, then we played table tennis. We ordered pizza chatted lots, spun around, raced etc. Good fun it was. I got pretty tired at the end though!!!
Anyway. When I started writing this I was kinda teary for two reasons. ONE I miss Riaz MASSIVELY, it just sucks that he doesn't live at home. I hate it. Two is my mum's card, here I'll type it out:
"A daughter brings happiness as she grows.
A daughter as lovely as you brightens every day in so many ways..
...and grows more and more special with every year..
So proud to have a daughter like you."
Anyway, I actually started crying and mum pretended not to notice.
So. A very fun day. :)
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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Friday, February 09, 2007
Snow Day!
So anyone in England knows that it's all snowtastic over here! I was so shocked when I woke up! It's great isn't it? Those few moments when you think "is it normally this bright?" and then you open the curtains and it's all covered in white. I didn't even go into the garden, because it looks so nice and I don't want to ruin it.
So it snowed yesterday early morning, I stayed up trying to see if it was going to, but I sucummed to slumber before the first flakes started to fall! Trust me hey?
Anyway, I was supposed to go to this French Conference at Birmingham University, and I was a bit annoyed about going because I ddin't want to miss school, as I would have missed some pivetol lessons, and teaching myself is a lot harder than it seems to begin with.
So I woke up on Thursday morning, and the first thing I did was establish the lines of contact avec Rachel, who was also supposed to be going. We arranged to meet previously at 9.45 at the station, but I wasn't sure if she was going. I wasn't too keen on going myself, because it seemed like a nice excuse not to go to the conference. But Rachel pretty much begged me to go, and I did have a cute winter outfit (more on that later) so I figured I might as well, otherwise I'd just spend all day online, and that would be a killer waste.
And to top it all off, we found out that school was closed, so I wouldn't even miss any lessons! Super!!! I was so thrilled I did a little jig. I was really not looking forward to trying to teach myself the concept of DNA translation.
While I was waiting for Rachel at the train station, I saw Aleysha and Cat go past in a train and Rachel and I arrived shortly after them, bumping straight into Kat who had come on the bus. Do you know how many universities have their own train station in England? I'll give you a clue, Birmingham University's Station is called "University Station." Anyway, I yelled "narrrrnia!" and suggested we look for a talking beaver, but they declined this.
Let me describe what we were all wearing.
I was wearing a grey woolen dress, grey trousers, my red doc marten boots which were fantastically water proof AND gave me added height, so my trousers didn't get wet, red gloves and a red hat. Very winterable.
Kat was wearing fashion boots, linen trousers, lady gloves (one of which she'd lost) and a jumper.
The poor dear.
At one point, I wondered why she was so ill-equipt for the snow, when surely Russia is colder than that. To this she had no answer. I gave her my gloves.
Alex was wearing boots which had completely soaked through, and I deigned to touch them, even though she offered the oppurtunity repeatedly.
Aleysha was wearing very long trousers which soaked up approximately eight litres of water and caused her to create a puddle everytime we stopped for a while.
Basically, I was glad that my mother is so good at buying me practical clothes.
It was really strange to be at the university. Some of my friends might remember that the last time I was there, I was attending the Summer School in the hottest week of the year, and now it was covered in snow! Amazing! The last time I saw the bell tower, it was backed on an azure sky, now it was all snowed on! We even ate our lunch in a cafe that I used to eat in!
Enough about that. The conference was very good, I enjoyed it, and I am pleased to say I understood a lot of what they were discussing. I had some musings while in the conference, here they are:
Musings of Sarah
Consider the Headscarf. Not only does it make mother, mother's friends and doting aunts think you are the human inc arnation of modesty, but it also acts as a handy head warmer, protection from all elements!
*
Also, a place to store cookies!
*
Perhaps biscuits are not a good idea, as crumbs could pose a problem.
*
But if the cookies are wrapped in cellophane?
Would not the rustling distrupt your thoughts?
*
Nay, it is your thoughts which should be wrapped in cellophane and hidden in your headscarf.
(commentary by Alex)
"Sarah Murano. Modest young woman or serial biscuit hider?" Critically anaylse this statment, and discuss whether it is justified or not (17) Quality of written comunication carries 3 marks.
later
The philosphical musings of Sarah Murano
As with polonecks, and halter neckts, the warmer and more practical the item of clothing, the less fashionable.
*
But what of the multicoloured monstrosity of a halter neck your mother bought you when you were twelve? Neither fashionable nor practical.
*
Perhaps it's soul was fashionable.
*
So when deciding clothes, one must look at it's innermost soul.
There are some more, but I'll leave it there, so as not to bore you to extinction.
We all went home on the train, which was fun enough even though we had to get off and on a couple of times, and my docs actually started to hurt quite a bit. When I got home, it was still snowing, and on the way back from the station, I (being a genius) pulled a snow covered branch down for closer inspection. Then let it go back up, covering me in snow. I shrieked. The old man behind me was not amused.
Then, when I got home, I painted my nails, for the first time in months!
All in all, it was a great day, I'm so glad rachel convinced me to go, because otherwise, I wouldn't have left the house! I had a really super snow day!
xxxxxxxxxxxx
p.s. Jess is green
So it snowed yesterday early morning, I stayed up trying to see if it was going to, but I sucummed to slumber before the first flakes started to fall! Trust me hey?
Anyway, I was supposed to go to this French Conference at Birmingham University, and I was a bit annoyed about going because I ddin't want to miss school, as I would have missed some pivetol lessons, and teaching myself is a lot harder than it seems to begin with.
So I woke up on Thursday morning, and the first thing I did was establish the lines of contact avec Rachel, who was also supposed to be going. We arranged to meet previously at 9.45 at the station, but I wasn't sure if she was going. I wasn't too keen on going myself, because it seemed like a nice excuse not to go to the conference. But Rachel pretty much begged me to go, and I did have a cute winter outfit (more on that later) so I figured I might as well, otherwise I'd just spend all day online, and that would be a killer waste.
And to top it all off, we found out that school was closed, so I wouldn't even miss any lessons! Super!!! I was so thrilled I did a little jig. I was really not looking forward to trying to teach myself the concept of DNA translation.
While I was waiting for Rachel at the train station, I saw Aleysha and Cat go past in a train and Rachel and I arrived shortly after them, bumping straight into Kat who had come on the bus. Do you know how many universities have their own train station in England? I'll give you a clue, Birmingham University's Station is called "University Station." Anyway, I yelled "narrrrnia!" and suggested we look for a talking beaver, but they declined this.
Let me describe what we were all wearing.
I was wearing a grey woolen dress, grey trousers, my red doc marten boots which were fantastically water proof AND gave me added height, so my trousers didn't get wet, red gloves and a red hat. Very winterable.
Kat was wearing fashion boots, linen trousers, lady gloves (one of which she'd lost) and a jumper.
The poor dear.
At one point, I wondered why she was so ill-equipt for the snow, when surely Russia is colder than that. To this she had no answer. I gave her my gloves.
Alex was wearing boots which had completely soaked through, and I deigned to touch them, even though she offered the oppurtunity repeatedly.
Aleysha was wearing very long trousers which soaked up approximately eight litres of water and caused her to create a puddle everytime we stopped for a while.
Basically, I was glad that my mother is so good at buying me practical clothes.
It was really strange to be at the university. Some of my friends might remember that the last time I was there, I was attending the Summer School in the hottest week of the year, and now it was covered in snow! Amazing! The last time I saw the bell tower, it was backed on an azure sky, now it was all snowed on! We even ate our lunch in a cafe that I used to eat in!
Enough about that. The conference was very good, I enjoyed it, and I am pleased to say I understood a lot of what they were discussing. I had some musings while in the conference, here they are:
Musings of Sarah
Consider the Headscarf. Not only does it make mother, mother's friends and doting aunts think you are the human inc arnation of modesty, but it also acts as a handy head warmer, protection from all elements!
*
Also, a place to store cookies!
*
Perhaps biscuits are not a good idea, as crumbs could pose a problem.
*
But if the cookies are wrapped in cellophane?
Would not the rustling distrupt your thoughts?
*
Nay, it is your thoughts which should be wrapped in cellophane and hidden in your headscarf.
(commentary by Alex)
"Sarah Murano. Modest young woman or serial biscuit hider?" Critically anaylse this statment, and discuss whether it is justified or not (17) Quality of written comunication carries 3 marks.
later
The philosphical musings of Sarah Murano
As with polonecks, and halter neckts, the warmer and more practical the item of clothing, the less fashionable.
*
But what of the multicoloured monstrosity of a halter neck your mother bought you when you were twelve? Neither fashionable nor practical.
*
Perhaps it's soul was fashionable.
*
So when deciding clothes, one must look at it's innermost soul.
There are some more, but I'll leave it there, so as not to bore you to extinction.
We all went home on the train, which was fun enough even though we had to get off and on a couple of times, and my docs actually started to hurt quite a bit. When I got home, it was still snowing, and on the way back from the station, I (being a genius) pulled a snow covered branch down for closer inspection. Then let it go back up, covering me in snow. I shrieked. The old man behind me was not amused.
Then, when I got home, I painted my nails, for the first time in months!
All in all, it was a great day, I'm so glad rachel convinced me to go, because otherwise, I wouldn't have left the house! I had a really super snow day!
xxxxxxxxxxxx
p.s. Jess is green
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