A Burugaa for Hajja

Hajja wants me to make a dress for her to wear on for the Alha-Eid ceremony (Muslim Halloween) after Hajj (not to be confused with sexy Hajja). Hajja wears burugaa and very tight long sleeved t-shirts and a summer dress with a bra won top of that. she wears jeans fitting her butt and legs like a butt-glove.

I proposed for her to take a naked picture of her and print it on the t-shirt she wears. Printed boobs matching her real. This would qualify as a cover for her large bosoms. And then to buy a wig from Watsons of Male' (Fresh Air Shop) and wear it over her head. Our local Mulla sheikh says it will fulfill the Burugaa Commandment. Tomorrow our friend photo Jihattey is coming to take the naked pics of her. And we have bought T-shirt transfer paper to print it. If anyone wanna join drop by our studio, preferably naked.

Wow. I got Hilathed.

This site may be a very slowed or down due to high traffic for proudly being Hilathed today.

Revolution Begins: Me and my bird's experience

The Man:
Without a 2nd thought I accepted the invitation from my hero and the famous businessman Gasim. I have been friends with him for a long time. He was the person who helped me out during the days I suffered when I was studying for my law degree in KL. When the government cut funding, he helped me financially. Since then we have kept in touch and I have professionally handled a lot of his cases during my lawyer days. In the Majlis we both were on the same side, and he is a kind man with a big heart. Often too big. He is one of my idols. He has money, wives and slaves. Though he resigned from DRP, we still maintain a good relationship. He calls me for legal advice for many of his ventures. I don't mind his party copying the manifesto and the policies of DRP. After all he is someone DRP created over the last 30 years. We are proud of it and I too am someone who wants to be him.

The Band:
On the rock-festival with an audience of over 500 children and adults his band were to perform tonight. When I entered I saw Gasim wearing a black T-Shirt and a blue jeans. Dr. Munavvar shirtless with bleached & torn levis jeans. Both were backstage doing their final practicing before the show begins.

"The Republicans" - the heaviest metal band ever to form in the Maldives. I could not wait to see Gaasim's performance. When the drummer rolled his power roll, Gaasim's head banging like it had no control. He was wearing a wig, make-up like "Kiss" on his face. The children watching the show banged their head to Gasim's. 360 degrees and more. Munavvar is shirtless. Shihab running up and down the stage.

I too played a bit of guitar in my young days. I also performed once during Valencia's "Happening" music shows in the eighties. I was a newscaster then. Under my blue shirt tonight I wore the black Slayer T-Shirt I bought from my last trip to Singapore. When Gasim signaled me to come and join the band for a jam session, I tore open my shirt and with my black Slayer Black T-shirt I came to the stage and did my power cord. "WE ARE IN HELL".

Two sales Garls Wanted! Salary RF3,500/-

For a new shop selling assorted goods located near Galolhu Stadium.
If selected should be willing to work starting 1st September 2008.

Quality:
GCE O/L
Computer Certificate (Microsoft World & Office 2008)
Friendly
If possible spoken voice in the audible range (without the customers having to point their ears to your mouth).

Extra bonus:
Air Conditioned shop.
25" TV
Very good sound system in the shop for music lovers
A collection of Hindhee DVDs to watch movies.

Mobile Phones:
Shop policy does not allow using of mobile phones during working hours. It cuts productivity down and customers complain when they hear sales people saying 'irukolhakun ebagulhan... eey migulhaneeyeh... customeraku ebahuri... hmmm dhen baavanee'.


(The shop will open for Roadha mas. Now registration in trade. If no girls available we also take boys who use perfume, hair gel and facial cream)

An accident near Alivaage, Male', Maldives tonight

People were gathered near Alivaage. I thought Illabe (president's brother in-law) has done something again. He was banished (to Singapore) and house arrested in the 90s for attempting to overthrow the president internally influencing parliamentarians and cabinet members. Illabe himself held few Ministerial portfolios at that time including Defense Minister. When Gayyoom discovered the plan, state radio, TV and newspaper defamed him with allegations of corruption, sexual harassment and black magic. His brother Abbabe was also removed from the cabinet and until now is unable to get any solid post back. Illabe is powerful and is connected to the largest corporations of Maldives (via marriage links and others). Illabe (& his sister Natti & their mother) were able to black mail Gayyoom to win back a ministerial post (just one this time) and cleared all charges and erased the memory of that incident and the media statements from the peoples minds using rocket science. Audio tape and Sato case is another story magicians disappeared using blue magic.

Unfortunately people gathered near Alivaage tonight were not attending another performance by Illabe and his magicians. I heard from an onlooker that two cars collided. I did not stop. Just rode the Wave with my closest friend engaged in our never-ending conversation about society, the world, the universe and beyond.

Half and hour later we came back to the site. Most people were gone by then. A group of about 10 men of ages between 30 an 40 where around the area. I over head one saying... "...it was coming the wrong way... the boy was driving too fast...". A block away another group of men over 40 saying "... he was drunk... drugs would have been involved... police did not do anything... he will be out tomorrow hitting another innocent man...". another block away this time a group of middle aged women were gathered discussing "...his mother is married to her 3rd husband... his father is known to have extra-marital sex... his bother is illegitimate... his sister is a slut..." and so on.

We just rode our ride. Peacefully within ourself.

Riding towards Majeedhi Magu tonight

I had to slow down my Wave 100 on an average road of Male' leading to the central Majeedhi Magu. There were many Wave cycles parked on the right side parking zone at 20 to 50 degrees angle from the one stone pavements. On the other side along with Waves parked parallel to the road are pedestrians squeezing through between them and the ongoing traffic of Wave cycles, bigger cycles and taxi cars. The sports car look-alikes don't come into these roads because this economy is not what the drivers of these cars want to show themselves to. The road is crowded with very small houses of three floors on average. Each house appears unfinished, or not painted after Jumhoory 30 of 1998. Dusty and corroded but still with living people and pests inside. All houses are full. Some overflowing with people. People stay in front of the house wearing a 8080 Mundu (sarong), listening to AM Radio with an antenna or wearing a BodyGlove trousers (shirtless) talking on a Nokia 6300 perched on one of the parked Wave cycles that doesn't obviously belong to him. Or a teenage boy (with long sleeved shirt) holding a girl (wearing a midi and burugaa) in the shadows.

I had to slow down my Wave 100 because a taxi was slowing down just ahead of me. It finally stopped in front of a house almost the length of the taxi. The right door opened into the sitting room cum maids room of the house. Three ladies came out of the taxi. One wearing a baby blue Buruga with glittery silver stars on it. She had lipstick on her lips and a reasonable amount of red powder on her face. She looked the eldest (in her late 50s) of the three. Then came out the other two, probably two daughters of her in their early forties. The dickey of the taxi opened to find 3 large plastic shopping bags. 1 red. The other one yellow with "Bright Brothers" printed on it. They slowly took the bags, one filled with cheap plastic wear, one with some noodles packets and the other with make-up stuff. Three of them slowly went into the house making sure the door of the car is slowly closed to make space for them to enter the house. The door didn't close properly the first time so the taxi driver had to awkwardly put his right hand over his shoulder to close the back door by himself.

It was around 11:08pm tonight. Friday night shopping has become a custom for the people of Male' now.

A very Happy News

I was working really hard in the office this afternoon when suddenly my phone started vibrating. I checked my phone and it was my sis calling. I thought something big happened but on the other end she was sounding very happy. phew!! her happy tone calmed me alot :)

And we were having a very happy sisterly talk when she came up with this happy news. One of her very closest friend is living in Malaysia with her family. She has 2 little beautiful princess aged 4 and 2 (Lulu and Laiko). well, it seems that sister told her friend to check my bloggy.

And she checked...like others she wasn't xpecting much i guess. However, all of a sudden this bloggy of mine cast a magical spell on them. This has become one of the really interesting and cool blogs. And the most important part was Lulu and Laiko loved this bloggy and they didn't even let their mom to comment even :)

Anyways Rash ill try to make my blog more interesting for everyone.

And thanks sis it was a really happy news that relieved me from the tense mood i was having b4 u called. love you all :)

edited the names and reposted from here. Thank you. It's so inspiring.