What Chai is Really Up To

What Chai is really up to:

The water in the tap is so cold that I only turn the hot on to do wudu. For my hands it's freezing. It's a little warmer by the elbows. By the time I get to washing my right foot it's at optimum hotness, which is great. But then it keeps getting hotter, and by the time I get my left foot into the sink, I've been scalded. You'd think I would have learned by now. Instead, I'm developing a traumatized left foot.

sanchez

I imagine other bloggers to be short, very short. You know, small enough to fit inside of the computer screen and live on a URL. Knowing Chai personally, I'd say the theory holds. How short are you?

sanchez

Call me Sanchez

There are some things in life which should not be shared. I'll share them anyways. I dropped my spoon on the floor so I bent over to pick it up. But I had a bowl of cereal in my hand, which spilled all over my feet. What's the most foolish thing you've ever done?

sanchez

another one bites the dust. R.I.P. fati lati. at least for a month. fati lati, my laptop [yes i have a name for her. like you don't] is going to take a break. as is this bloogie. amusing things will be postponed not posted. others are more than welcome to keep up this place. i would be honored. nay. privileged to have others blog. the correct channels include contacting abez who keeps up this joint. i believe al_firasa, ayan_, imrani and roOhH already can do this. if you want to put up an audioblog. person to contact would be baji who's in the know. i believe baji and 2scoops already can do this. am i forgetting anything? if you need to contact me you already know how. if you weren't paying attention, the answer is to your right. a little lower. lower. there. hmmm what else? nothing comes to mind. maybe that's my problem. alright kids. please keep me [specifically my academic future] in your duas. peace.

earlier this afternoon i had to suffer through confirming why i shouldn't be driving with low sleep levels and even lower sugar levels. both essential for my maintenance and not necessarily in that order. ok as a driver here i get a lot of funny looks. as a speed demon i get plenty of disgruntled looks. as a girl i get by usually. well today i messed up as i tried to change lanes without looking. something a novice would do there but an expert would insist on here. i first got the blaring horn. then the scowl. then the drive side by side to make sure that i knew that he didn't like me as he stared me down. the little runt couldn't have been more than 14 behind his daddy's ride. that's what makes it sad and not creepy. i was being told off by a kid. the audacity! that made me cut him off and then slow down. i really have to get things under control. i used to be mellow. i used slow not speed at yellow. i did that on purpose. and you'll like it!

since i've been back here i've had some crazy dreams. i haven't been sleeping well. 3 to 4 hours in the afternoon and then up all night. studying and then making faces in the mirror mostly. after school yesterday i slept all day. i missed normal interaction. and now i miss that. i'm feeling so jittery right now. like i need to jump around or go for a run. i need to use up some of this energy now that i'm rested up. hiya!

we have this mandatory computer class that we take once a week. it's dull. they are teaching us the basics. like the basics that everyone has already had a shot at with trial and error if they've been standing near a pc. the job of the instructor after explaining some background information today was to just stand around and make sure that we don't play games on the computer. every few minutes he would say band kardain [close it] and give this stern look. i need a stern look about me too. the pursed lips and the narrowed eyes. ok maybe he didn't do all that but it would have been funny if he did tho!

chapped lips hurt like a mother

inspired by kk's blog posts here's a quote
you know what they say dear, absence makes the heart grow fonder
- lady kluck from disney's robin hood

never had such a hectic trip. ok maybe once when broheme and i were on our way back from jordan and i threw up in the back of a bus. but that's another story for another time. well. this was a close second. just plain unnerving. atl to d.c. was no problem. i had 2 and half hours until my flight to london. long enough to get a boarding pass at the boarding gate and walk around aimlessly you say? well in d.c. the security at dulles international was backed up for about 2 hours. yes i wanted to scream. yes i thought i would miss my flight. yes i hate how uneasy new security measures have made it to travel in the u.s. no it wasn't any easier in london. no i didn't understand why it wasn't easy in pakistan either. i mean c'mon. pakistan. who even thinks to terrorize this joint? kher. back to the essence of my trip. ahhh. where was i? during the atl to d.c. trip i made a friend. matt. he was a reporter for the army. he had joined the army straight out of high school and then went into journalism when he joined college and graduated with an english major. and he had been to pakistan on his way to afghanistan. i believe he said quetta and karachi. oh and he had a wife who was expecting this december but they were keeping it a secret but since i was a stranger he thought he would let me know that it was a boy and although he hadn't been too excited about it at first he was really looking forward to their baby being born. and then we talked about catholicism and then we discussed how much he didn't like math. oh he also told me that he doesn't usually talk to too many people because he thinks that they are stupid in general and that i was privileged. and so i called him a snob and ofcourse that just made him think i was funny. i on the other hand was totally serious. and then he let me use his cell phone. then we shook hands and bid each other adieu. ok so now i'm at dulles airport. that's where the madness began. yes so my ua flight was supposed to depart at 6:10p. guess what time i arrive at the boarding gate? ok fine don't guess. i'll just tell you. at 6:07p. is that not crazy? and this is an international flight. ok the flight was packed. i had one brit on my right and 2 brits on my left. all pretty uptight. i wanted to join the rowdy americans who were cheering on this guy trying to put his luggage in the overhead bin but i was stuck with these stiffs. no offense to brits. or should i say offence? kheee. ok. they did loosen up when i offered them some starburst. [side note: is that stuff legal islamically speaking?]. and then when i didn't eat the beef because the chicken ran out when the cart made it to the poor seats they all got together and gave me their salads and their buns and brownies. without joking, i think i must have eaten twice as much as both of the guys did. together. on a full belly what am i supposed to do? sleep, right? i didn't get to sleep. thanks to a crying baby to the left and the freezing cold despite the flimsy blanket. i felt ill. i arrive in london totally unrested and i had my ugly face on. if you guys know me you already know my ugly face. if not, then ask and i'll be sure to put it on. ok in london there are more security lines to wait in before getting to the right terminal and making the flight connection. with all that done i've got about 5 hours to kill. there's a quite area at heathrow which i frequented. i could sleep uncomfortably there. i could also pray comfortably there. ok what else? on the ba flight i've got another buddy. he's from pindi. he went to london to visit his cousin who has hepatitis c. he owns an electronics store. star electronics. in saddar. i write this so i can remember just in case because he helped me by almost assaulting some punk kid trying to make his way ahead of me. ok so the punk kid was pushing 30 but you get what i'm saying. i've been sleeping since i got here and now i'm all ready to bhangra. where the honies at?

leaving for pakistan today. peace aaaout from the drrrty saaaouth!

argh! stuck behind a school bus when you're in a hurry. can you think of anything more annoying?

i find it funny that when i see someone adore someone or something else it makes me want to adore that someone or something that someone else is adoring. clear? well not in a funny ha ha way but in a funny hmmm that's odd way. i listen to someone talk enthusiastically about an inventor or an author or a musician or a teacher or a parent and it gets me excited about him/her too or at least give them a chance. i appreciate someone appreciating someone or something else and so i appreciate that someone or something else in a way too. especially when that someone else is the Prophet saw

i was in a snacky mood so i decided to make some popcorns [s added for self amusement purposes only] and even after following the directions on the back of the bag i managed to burn it. THIS is why mummy doesn't let me close to the kitchen. i do get to make a fruit salad on occasion. or even serve ice cream. oh and pasta i do well. who could go wrong with boiling water? alright so it happened only once and i wasn't supposed to be fully blamed for it because i was called out of my apartment in a girlie emergency and the friend said it was her fault for disrupting my cooking but that was a long time ago. kher. oh and i can make a sandwich like nobody's bidness. that's pretty much the extent of my culinary abilities. sad folks but true

i just had this chocolate cheesecake that cybermom sent us for eid. ok wow. my esophagus is still lined with that creaminess. mmm. thank God for cheesecake.

my parents' place smells like ginger/garlic and surprisingly i don't mind so much

z sisters gave the blog a new template this eid. i'm all choked up. it could be this brownie i'm trying to consume without milk for breakfast [yo i'm on some serious vacation] but i'm pretty sure it's the fact that the blog got a new look. that's this blog's 3rd template. also only during a span of a year and a few months i have accumulated 575 posts. that's a lot of posts. alls i gotta say regarding the posts on the blog is quantity not quality baby! whereas it's opposite for the templates. so thanks grrrls. oh and i hope this is the most i will ever talk about a blog template. like ever

eid saeid!

eid shopping with mummy and sis in law i find it peculiar that i couldn't find a thing that i felt i wanted or needed. not a thing. the department stores were overflowing with clearance racks and certain percentages off of already reduced prices and bargains and deals. but nothing. and that felt good. so i bought socks and a lipstick just to say oh i got something new for eid. not that i needed that either

you know what makes me angry? among other things, ofcourse. ironing. why put ourselves through that stuff only to have everything wrinkle up? i'm not good at ironing. that and very slow at it. the longer i stand there slaving away the more frustrating it is to think all the effort i make is fruitless. took a good 15 minutes to iron shalwar kameez that i had to wear tonight. and what do i do as soon as i get there? sit on the floor. it's not like i didn't know that everything was going to be a mess in a matter of minutes. that and we didn't attend for too long. or at least i left with my sisters earlier than the rest of the family. not to worry though, i got to wear churiyaan tonight so all is good with the world

the ride home was depleting. must...find...warm...bed...ellipses...annoying...noxious

that was fun catching up with my pals. it's funny how some things you never forget. like so and so had explosive diarrhea [ok i put that in for self amusement purposes only] and how embarrassing it was when so and so did or said this or that. here, here to old pals

meeting up with marlene, eram and ben later today. baji said it best, i'm giddy about misbehaving with them. not that i would. just the idea

my morning was spent at jewish hospital in hopes of hearing from dr bentley my transplant doctor that i wouldn't have to take cellcept any longer. if i was living here i could be off it but since i'm not under their watch while i'm in pakistan nancy the transplant coordinator said no. maybe next summer she said. so alhumdulillah right. at least i'm feeling good. oh and i weigh 3 more lbs than i did a week ago. thanks to obese american air. cause really i haven't been eating an obscene amount. it just shows up that way. heh.

potential good news on the horizon. dua's 'preciated

only 8 hours and 550 miles later i arrived safely alhumdulillah. the clash, violent femmes, some odd mix burned by hbiddy, beatles [3x. ok actually it was rubber soul so it could easily have been 5x. i just lost count after 3. alright i can't count over 3 is what i mean. is that what you wanted to hear? oh you got me] and cake covered most of the trip. there was this sketch place in tennessee where i got gas. it had those old fashioned pumps. kinda cool. in a scary gotta get out of there before i get brutally murdered and my remains are the local bbq way. ok that's not cool at all. in fact that's scary. just to clear it up. i liked my one liner posts better. hmmm. what else? oh i saw this sign that said nervous charlie's market, beer, restrooms and fireworks. now there is not a thing wrong with that sign. i just liked it. i got some time to reflect. and that was for myself alone. sort of nice. thanks to cybermom for a dinner of yummy shrimp biryani

zip in. going to indiana. zip out

just got d/c ed

my cousin, lil baji, has me hooked on this it's a disease. i can't stop watching them. i just can't

nice eh? thought so too

comparatively in close proximity to the president i feel dumber

this ramadan topic is brought to you by sahoor with my family. joke being victimized this year is dates. to be more specific stuffing dates. stuffing dates with turkish delight. stuffing dates with almonds. stuffing dates with roasted almonds. stuffing dates with mixed nuts. stuffing dates with a burger. stuffing dates with a hoagie. stuffing dates with cold cuts. stuffing dates with a roasted lamb. stuffing dates with and the list goes on

went shoe shopping with mummy today. couldn't resist wearing them home. dig that about going with your parents. you can do stupid stuff and they won't pretend like they don't know you. usually

ism's like ok m baji can i get a chance on the computer? you've been on it for the past 3 and 1/2 days. sadly, this is true

mummy is reading the onion out loud to abu ji and both of them are laughing. incredible

where do hamsters go for vacation? hamsterdam

a quote from muhammad ali: if you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize