Currently Playing: Trespassers William-Matching Weight.
I kicked propriety out the door today when I dressed to go out for a quick movie with the siblings this morning. Watching Flushed Away was not exactly on my list of things-to-do for today, but Luqman kept on insisting all 4 of us went, so I finally relented after much pleading and persuading.
Since it was getting late and I had no mood to go out, I threw on my usual hijab-sweatshirt-jeans-sneakers combo, much to my sister’s mortification. She is one who is very much bent on dressing well for every occasion, and upon seeing my appearance once I emerged after a 3 minute change of clothes left her unable to speak for a few seconds, before predictably launching into a tirade about the importance of looking right in a social place like OU.
Admittedly, one does not dress so selebetly when going out, and I could have made an extra effort to not be an embarassment to my little sister, but I couldn’t muster enough strength to care. Also, I think somewhere subconsciously I wanted to prove a point to her: that you can dress the way you want to as long as you’re comfortable. The guideline for dress as a Muslim girl goes without saying, but what I wanted her to see was that you don’t have to look the way you think other people expect you to look in a social place. Most of the time, everyone’s more concerned with their own appearance rather than paying attention to other people’s outfits, so we might as well just chill and stop feeling so self-conscious. Of course, if you dress good to feel good yourself, than this advice doesn’t apply.
All things considered, the movie wasn’t bad. I had some laughs and it put a good smile on Luqman’s face. Perhaps the best joke was that England was leading Germany in the World Cup Finals, and the exclamation:
"England’s winning! Anything’s possible!"
Haha. Steve Mclaren so wishes.
Broaching the topic of football, does anyone have any theories as to the reasons behind Liverpool’s terrible Away form? No sarcasm please, brutal honesty is fine with me. Premiership title? Maybe next season…
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I stopped by at Aisya’s the other day for Maghrib prayers and guess who I met? Her brother, Abu Bakr, aged two:
This kid is going to break some hard hearts in the future.
Speaking of, I might as well throw in another heartbreaker:
Excuse the shoddy photography. Camera phone mah…I didn’t have the usual on me.
Enough said here.
