Ramadan Musings '12 - Day 1

3:36pm, Mordor Standard Time

Approx 3hrs and 40ish minutes till sunset

I’m not hungry, but that’s nothing new, I have a tendency to forget that I haven’t eaten on normal days. Wot I *am* is thirsty, and all I can think is ‘the first cut is the deeeepest, baby I know.’ It’s the closest I’ve got to a pep talk.

It's that time of year when I'm seriously considering rewatching the new series of Doctor Who. I still have to catch up on The Mentalist and White Collar, among other things, but my heart yearns for Eccly and Tennant right now. If internet were not deplorable, I'd be streaming it on Amazon...I was going to type out 'Netflix' but those...lovely lovely people *cough*....are telling me that it's not available in my region.

Also, Big Time Rush. Yeah, bringing them back up again, because I love them and have managed to get others to do so to. Now, don't get me wrong, it's all silly and they are nothing but a boy band at the end of the day, but (as I think I said once, a long time ago), if you ever need anything nice and light and entertaining and full of ridiculousness and fun, go watch the show. Ignore the absurdity of the premise and give it a shot. Don't knock it till you've tried it.

Peek-a-boo!

Source: loldwell.com

Or, should I say, Peek-a-weeping angel!

I might or might not be obsessed with the loldwell website at this particular moment. That and The Biggest Loser (I think they're showing reruns of Season 5), America's Got Talent (Season 5 as well...I think *shifty eyes*), and Friends (Does it even matter which season? They're all fantastic, even the one where Matthew Perry is emaciated/clearly on drugs).

Every year during Ramadan I tend to find a show (or three) that I get invested in. Last year it was CSI: Miami because I just couldn't resist Horatio and his sunglasses and wonderful one liners. This year I kind of accidentally stumbled upon America's Got Talent and fell in love with Howie and Sharon (and amused by Piers). The Biggest Loser just happens to be right before, and I kept having to watch the end in order to not miss who got voted through. Clearly, once I realized there was also unnecessary build up and tension in The Biggest Loser, I had to continue watching it.

It also travels in time

Source: redbubble.com/people/D4N13L

As someone who absolutely adores Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor, anything that even mildly refers to him makes me go "I want that!" especially when the design is borderline subtle. I mean, okay the TARDIS isn't exactly subtle to anyone who knows anything about sci-fi or the world of geekdom, or has eyes, but you get my point.

The point is that seeing this design (available in both sticker and t-shirt form) on redbubble made me quite happy, especially since that's the phrase that made Rose go slow-motion running into the TARDIS. I can just hear Nine's voice in my head saying it, and that little sly smile as he leans against the TARDIS door.

So much love. Thought I'm not sure whether to get the sticker or the shirt, considering that I have to save money to buy presents for my lovely roommates for Eid (the lovely day of celebration after the month of Ramadan).

Ramadan Musings: Day 3

Would have posted this sooner, but the internet likes hating me so that didn't work out too well.

Thursday August 4th, 2011

1:20am: had the last packet of soup and the last of the mini hotdogs, am sad
1:25am: wondering if going to Spinney's again tomorrow would be too soon
1:26am: decided i don't care if it is too soon, I want some damn Alphabet soup
1:40am: had some mutant giant blackberries, they were delicious. Wondering how many chemicals I've consumed in the last 20 minutes alone
1:50am: wondering if Vampires are muslim, or are on constant Ramadan timings...after all, they don't eat/drink/domuchofanything during daylight hours (the real nonpansy ones at least...unless they're Angel, but his excuse was that he attempted to solve crimes/help the helpless during the day, not glitter like a damn disco ball)
1:55am: realized that could be blasphemy, apologized profusely to God after saying "I didn't mean it, man" to the ceiling

4:19am: thinking it's probably karma that my sister, cousin, and I laughed at our friend Loki's (also a non-muslim who's fasting) predicament at chugging water in the last thirty seconds before choking and spitting it out: found ourselves rushing to drink water as if our lives depended on it as the Athan started outside.
4:49am: found an email from delivery.com that roommates back in new york have ordered from Philly's Cheesesteaks (delivery.com is registered to my email). Resisting urge to view the order. It's not the creeper aspect that bothers me, but the wishing I was there eating the delicious chicken strips. Wonder wot that says about me

Ramadan Musings: Day 2

Here it is Day 2 of my observations/inner dialogue during parts of the day/mostly sunset hours of this month. It's shorter than yesterday, but I saw that coming. There might even been a day or two where I have no musings *gasp!* I know, right?




Tuesday August 2nd, 2011

9:13pm
a piece of fluff flew past me during prayer. Had to resist urge to grab it.
9:25pm
accidentally headbutted the woman in front of me's ass as we prayed. Hoping God saw that I tripped. Going to go ahead and give props to myself for not bursting out in laughter and disrupting everyone else's prayers too.

11:42pm
craving passion fruit, wondering where I can find it in the Motherland

Wednesday August 3rd, 2011

12:15am
at Spinney's, hands full with Kinder, Frosties, alphabet soup, a seven pack of potato crisps, blackberries, mini hotdogs, condensed milk flavoured biscuits and cat treats. No sign of passion fruit, clearly making up for it. They shouldn't have left me alone
12:20am
cannot find my cousin or sister, found individual servings of condensed milk instead. Fair trade, in my opinion.

1:29am
have to constantly remind myself that there is no need to try and finish all the food I bought in the next 3 hours, and no possibility. The sadist/massochist in me responded to that thought with "challenge accepted."

3:09am
have eaten two packets of crisps, half the packet of mini hotdogs and had one packet of soup made, no finished. With one hour of being able to eat to go, seriously considering seeing if i can consume all the food I bought. Cousin asleep, sister on the phone, no one to convince me otherwise
3:11am
should probably specify that the food was also eaten by my ousin and sister, not a glutton *shifty eyes*

4:17am
searching for Doctor, stomach hurting slightly as a way of saying "the point of this month is not to gorge yourself when the sun is down". Glad I resisted urge to eat everything in sight, could have felt worse
4:25am
sneezed repeatedly as I sat down, despondent, to drink water seconds before time was up. Doctor proceeded to emerge from amongst several piled suitcases in the darkest recesses of the furthest unreachable corner of the room with a bored look of "you summoned?"

5:07am
trying to write a list of things I need for a visa application, kept misspelling "receipt" as "recipet," gave up and decided to go through allrecipes.com
5:10am
realized that the way 'recipe' is spelt really bothers me, annoyed that every time i write 'spelt' there's a red sguiggly underneath
5:15am
looked it up, apparently 'spelt' is primarily used in UK whereas 'spelled' is more common in Amrrca and Canadia. Stockholm syndrome is my only explanation

Ramadan Musings: Day 1

That's right folks, during daylight hours, Muslim men and women aren't allowed to hold hands whilst floating above a bed.

So my dear Viking friend of mine, who is Christian, has decided to try out Ramadan for the first time this year as a form of solidarity with our mate of the room variety, so that she doesn't have to fast by herself (now that's love right there). In the meantime, he's decided to write down his experiences with fasting in journal-esque format.

On a whim, and though this is far from my first Ramadan, I've decided to do the same and then upload some of them the next day, just for fun (and slightly to have more than one post a day, this internet is killing me folks). So here they are, day one of my Ramadan musings. Forgive the ramble, slightly decent into madness, and complete stupidity of some of them.

Keep in mind that the timings correspond to Abu Dhabi.

August 2nd, 2011

2:07am

realized I can't keep sleeping at 8am and waking up at 2pm for the rest of the month. The prospect of more daylight frightens me. Trying to find a list of things to do that will distract from heat and thirst and boredom. Have ruled out DDR, am now sad

2:10am

realized that writing these Ramadan reflections are actually fun. Might consider doing that. Fingers crossed for it not making me feel worse.

2:56am

hope roommates have remembered that cat isn't fasting and, according to Islam, probs shouldn't be tortured 

3:30 am

wondering if it's Ramadan that’s causing sister to go crazy. She's having a rant about no one being able to hate her if she's in a comma.

3:31am

it might be the heat, I misspelled "coma," and my cousin asked wot my sister will be doing during the time that she's in her coma. She's in the damn coma, she can't do anything but be in a coma.

3:32am

reconsidering applying for internships in this state. It's not even sunrise and already I'm dying of thirst and delusional. All I can think of to answer the question " Describe a specific project or assignment you have worked on that illustrates your strengths in the area(s) of interest you have selected" is "I deal with my family on a regular basis. This illustrates my strengths of patience and high tolerance for stress and ridiculousness. In addition, it shows how I can multitask, i.e. keeping saying while resisting the urge to strangle them and still being able to form mostly coherent and respectful responses to repeated questions."