procrastination. that's my achilles heel. having said that i feel like arrogance is as well. humility apparently just went out the window. my point is despite all of my flaws it's procrastination that holds me back. i'm pretty sure it's not laziness. or it could be that too. well i'm definitely sure that it's not second guessing what i say

hungry for snow and hot tikkas early in the morning. minus the and hot tikkas. we drove up to the nwfp border. i realized i didn't miss snow THAT much

thanks for some food and some good conversation yous guys! especially all the appropriate dinner table talk

on my way back from lahore [thank you daewoo express] i was sitting within hearing distance of these two loud men cursing like sailors. pretty unpleasant. then they started smelling like the language they were using [again, thank you daewoo express snacks]

jummah mubarakain!

patience is a virtue. yep. sure is

glowing thanks to peri-peri extra hot

we just returned from eating out at this one place called salt n pepper. this was not the original one. the one from back in the day has been torn down i think. well at least it should have been. it was starting to look pretty dilapitated when i last walked by it. i remember when my brother and i used to go out with two of our other cousins to eat there. we would already be giddy with the prospect of behaving badly once we got out of the house. and and the coolest thing ever was that my cousin would ask them to pop in the thriller tape we brought along with us. how cool were we?

on the road again. saw a sign that said
HAVEN
TASTE IS OUR COMMAND
at the 1/2 way point. daaahahahahaha since i've gotten to lahore there has been non stop talking/laughing/sleeping/eating/snacking/tv watching not necessarily in that order

on the 2nd day i was surrounded by my family and meat. both of which make me very happy. thought i would write about it. and you would like it. thought right. what does a good muslimah do on the 3rd day of eid? that's right. go to a shooting range and target practice with a 12 gauge. what else? that was a joke you monkeys at the CIA. although i did do that

eid and jummah mubarak. a double whammy! eid day was awesome. i got my eid morning wake up call. then i went to eid cuddle with my grandparents. then i changed into my eid prayers clothes. then i went for my eid prayers with my eid prayer buddies. then i came home for an eid breakfast. followed immediately by an eid nap. then i woke up to an eid shower and eid ice cream with my cousins. then i went for an eid drive in the eid rain. then there was an eid family bbq. then i had some eid sleep. overall it was a day of eid

eid saeid errrybody!

yo it's churiyaan raat. errr. chaand raat. just when i thought awe man i might not be getting new churiyaan this time around my cousin calls me up at an oh so inconvenient time of 11something at night when i'm in my pajamas and ready to rock on. and by that ofcourse i mean sleep soundly. so we pile up in a car and go for the ceremonial scalding hot coffee with white chunks of whatever floating on top first. then in the teeth chattering weather we pick out the colors and the amount and don't bother to haggle because it's just way too cold

I'VE GOT GOOD NEWS and bad news. THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT I PASSED THE ANATOMY AND BIOCHEMISTRY EXAMS. the bad news is that i didn't clear the physiology exam. now let the partying commence. excuse me while i nafl it up

i've got a restlessness about me. i haven't been able to sleep well. i don't know what's up. it's normal that i'm feeling

you and i. we're amazing. subhanAllah. if you really think about it. the things we are blessed with that we don't even pay attention to are incredible. something as simple as a friend calling your name. i don't even know what it all entails but here's a gander at it. i always wanted to use that word. someone's like oh hey m wait up. you actually recognize that there is a sound. so you hear something outside of the background noise. then you understand the language. then your memory cells or whatever say hey i've heard this. this is my friend so and so. then you tell all your muscles to turn around and look in the direction you want to be. then your eyes focus on your friend. then your heartbeat quickens. then you calculate how many steps you have to take. then you act on taking those steps. the whole time you're not even thinking about these things but doing them. this is why i want to be a doctor. to understand all that i can about you and i. and if something is off then i want to help. that's how i can help my ummah. that's how i can give thanks to Allah swt. and with grace of Allah swt i will be able to soon. because every time i think how easy is it to recognize that Allah is the greatest? then why don't i run to give thanks? where are my manners?

isn't it silly to buy a nice nice car and not drive it? yeah i thought it was a little bizarre. maybe it's because i love driving. seeing that most people here with mercs and bmws also have drivers i guess it makes sense. but really. what's the fun in buying a luxury car when you don't have the luxury to drive it?

saw a lady walking around the neighborhood wearing some old school adidas shoes. simply fantastic. i was immediately reminded of run dmc. it's like that. sometimes i want to hang out with people where i don't have to explain something like that. it's hard to get local here

i got this super cool idea right. i'm warning everyone that it's super cool in case it was mistaken for just cool. or just super. yeah i don't say just super ok. ever. alright what if every friday i have a khutba like blog. written by some non blogger. it wouldn't mean you actually have a blog and therefore would not be boxed into THAT. what do you guys think? namely ayan. dag. i just enjoy picking on him more than is deemed appropriate

you know when the sun is rising and you get that reinforcement that only Allah swt could have done something so great. well not that you should need a reminder but it makes you go subhanAllah. especially winter mornings. amazing really. well that's what this morning was. it was a subhanAllah moment to the max. that's all i got

what's up with people here pointing with the middle finger. it's not even comfortable but i find people keeping their place as they read, pointing to a diagram, directing someone else, etc. it's odd. i tried it out at home. i don't get it. it's not more natural than pointing with the index finger. i know you guys care. especially you *points*

ok earlier i was checking my eyebrows out in the mirror as i often do. sorry. it's the truth alright. anyway so my leg did that little shake on it's own thanks to my muscles being fatigued. noice

post hike status: ughhh so sore

margalla hills for a hike with 3rd party. a natural high. about 10 minutes into the walk after i stopped complaining i got that dizzy feeling. i'm not sure if the euphoric feeling was off the altitude or the breathtaking view but i want it again

happy birthday marleneee!

one of my cousins is engaged. oh happy day. another wedding in the family. could i be more psyched?

paranoia on the part of the readers i know personally is too funny. many times i've been asked about posts. so were you referring to me??? or just confronted about some comment. i know that was about me!!! which just cracks me up you guys. on a nicer smelling note. i've reverted to using the shampoo i used while i was in college. so now i like the scent when i sweat. now there's a pleasant thought aye

attended a wedding with nano. it was alright. nano looked graceful. very, in fact. i didn't know anyone and she couldn't hear anyone so we chilled together. some jokes were exchanged. my execution of her jokes will be sub par so i'll spare you. we also exchanged a lot of stories from the past. some of them were repeats just because she doesn't remember that well any more. but most of them got me thinking. although i avoid it often enough sometimes i fall into this trap of thinking. yeah so looking back it's a blessing not to be aware of things we didn't have

sometimes you wonder how did i land here?

my take on soup. it's not supposed to be. you're not supposed to drink with a spoon. you drink out of a glass/mug/cup/carton. you eat out of a plate/bowl/baking pan. or for that matter eat semi solids when you are old enough. except chicken corn soup. which includes pieces of chicken. no dark meat please. and no ginger/garlic/chilli peppers. i know how we desis do. it should have corn. i guess i'm just partial to how mummy makes it. or is that impartial? i can never tell. kher. that is where it's at. don't pitch me any of your idiosyncracies. keep your arrogant ideas of vegetable soup or cream of mushroom or watered down daal to yourself. peddle your issues somewhere else. ok. i'm over it. sort of

how geeky is it that i type my notes? you know you don't have to answer that

according to my friend you have a right to cuss out two types of people:
1. umpires
2. external examiners
i would have to agree with him on the latter. my inexperience would say not so much on the former

hyderabadi chatkhara. i like it. my eyes glaze over when i hear of it. so [looking down, without eye contact] wanna get some samosa chaat?

nano knitted me a cap. i asked for red, white and black. it's red, white and blue. very unpatriotic. pretty warm, nonetheless