It all started so innocently.

Mum.

I don’t mean to push you away, but I wish we could talk about something other than our problems.

Why can’t we just watch Mad TV on my laptop over tea and biscuits?

Dear God

First, a quick wacom sketch before I write my letter to God. (Thanks for the moolah for the wacom, big guy/woman/ultimate being that is beyond mortal comprehension!)

Dear God,

Living with eczema, albeit very mild, is a total pain in the butt. I have to thank you for blessing me with almost pimple free skin (if I remember to drink plenty of water) and dandruff-free scalp amongst other things, but I have to tell you man, this ultra-sensitive skin of mine is not a kinky bonus.

I can just toss and turn for pretty much an hour before I get to sleep because of this problem. Perhaps you could toss some aloe vera products my way? Or vitamin E pills? Or you know, like help me to lessen/get rid of the problem? Throw me a bone here.

I don’t know man, I mean, I’m totally grateful for like pretty much everything in my life right now, but this is just one itty bitty complaint. Just one. I literally don’t ask for much so I just need you to help me out with this particular segment in the pie of my life.

Oh I just remembered another point I must mention. I’m really curious about that building a couple of blocks away from my house, along Jalan Eunos. Is it a house, a block of apartments or an office??

By the way, do you think I could ever see that lockjaw mynah again? It was so amazingly amusing, so I had to congratulate you on that particular bizarre act of nature. Unless the mynah was suffering in some way then I totally take that back and I hope you’ve cured it and not made it hop around for people’s amusement.

Thank you, that will be all.

Thanks

Thanks

Thanks

Thanks

and I shall remember to say my prayers before I go to sleep.

Much love. THE MOST LOVE.

P.S. Oh and if it’s not too much trouble, could you perhaps instill willpower in me to do the little things that will help me to lose a bit of weight everyday? Or is that something I figure out myself?

Oh no I’ve just confused my brain now.

OMIGOSH P.S. Please help out my grandma with her leg and my dad with his gout. Or just make sure my dad eats and rests properly and doesn’t eat too much beef and other stuff that might threaten his gout to flare up again.  Honestly though, God, you would think that man would have learnt his lesson already right??

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An Excerpt from ‘Hero With A Thousand Faces’ by Lori Summers

After a few seconds’ pause he ventured a glance up at Sirius to find the older man looking at him with an expression of complete understanding. “Son, you speak of it as if it’s something that’s given to you, a pretty present that comes to your door wrapped in hearts and flowers, and you open it up and get to live happily ever after.” He smiled and shook his head. “What you want, what they have, isn’t something you find. It’s something you build.” He paused and looked off into the middle distance. “Love is a large house with many rooms. We come into the world wanting nothing but to live in it, but with only half of what we need to build it for ourselves. So we tuck our supplies away inside our hearts and go out into the world to find that person who has what we lack. If we’re lucky, we will find the one person in all the world who has the right nails for our lumber, and stones for our mortar, and shingles for our roofbeams…and only then can we begin to build. The house grows large, and if we have built with care, it becomes our home.” He sighed. Ron listened with rapt attention, fascinated and touched. Sirius seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts. “We pour our whole selves into its construction, and it rises to become a glorious edifice. It is built of days and moments, of thoughts and words and feelings. It is painted with laughter and weathered with tears. Some rooms grow dark and are shut away while others are opened. We must tend it carefully and repair its weaknesses if we want it to keep us safe.” He met Ron’s eyes. “But do you know the real secret?”

Ron swallowed. “What?” he whispered.

“The house is never finished, Ron. We labor on it all our lives, and can only hope that it remains strong and whole enough to shelter us.”

My Guilty Pleasure

Wow, okay this is a tough one post, but I’m just gonna say it loud and proud.

My name is Najmah Salam, and I am in love with novel length Harry Potter fanfiction.

Okay there, I said it.

Let me justify myself. The particular fanfiction I’m talking about caters to young adults and above and centers around the Harry Potter universe, and I have to say, it’s just so damn good. There’s a yahoo group for a bunch of these high profile fan-fiction stories and they’re really well written and definitely should be published were it not for the whole copyright issue and stuff so yeah, I’m totally normal.

So recently, one of the series of abovementioned fan fiction, got PULLED DOWN, just as I was getting to the last chapter of the trilogy and boy, was I mad. Luckily though after some extensive googling I managed to find what I wanted, but now I’m just pissed off that there hasn’t been an end to the Paradigm of Uncertainty series. Hey Lori, what’s the dealio? :/ I feel like I have no closure in my life, seriously.

I’m pretty much a closet geek when it comes down to it. I am totally into Star Wars as well. OH NO. I can’t help it :/

Wow not as hard as I thought.

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Oh by the way, in the series that I was talking about by Lori Summers, it’s set 9 years after Hogwarts; Harry and Hermione get married, and they live in a huge mansion together with Ron, Justin Finch-Fletchley (who is extremely gay), their new Australian friend Laura and George Weasley who is excellent at cooking. Sirius hasn’t died and has in fact gotten a family of his own, Snape is still lurking about and there’s a new character who is a punk, named Napoleon (who is Tonk’s brother, which explains why he has a gnarly new coloured hairdo everyday. Hah.)

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Oh and Ron disappeared for 12 years because he was kidnapped by the bad guys the day after he and Hermione had sex for the first time, and was made to live in a room without using his magic, which explains why Harry and Hermione fell in love and got married, and not Ron and Hermione.

ARGGGH okay i’m gonna stop adding edits now.

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