got in a couple of hours ago. am i exhausted or what? i slept for most of the flight. the flight attendant actually came up to me and asked me if i was alright and if i needed anything because i had been missing all of my meals. i replied i was just sleepy. i think she smiled at me. which is odd. because most flight attendants don't smile. as a rule. if you read one of those cards that have the in case of emergency details it's mentioned in the fine print. oh and those fools told me my flight had not been confirmed. i had checked online the night before several times to see if it was confirmed and it said plain as day that it was and at the last minute while i'm in chicago the lady's like well we're looking for a seat for you. they've failed me once again. the flight itself was alright. well the gentleman next to me was elderly and didn't bother me none. he was attending to his wife most of the time. she had suffered from a brain tumor in 1960 and so had become demented over the years. it pained me to see how carefully he fed her and how many times he explained to her how she had to drink plenty of water. with each bite he would take he would give her one and then wipe her mouth because there were many times she drooled. remarkable how much patience a person can have towards another. what was going on behind me was another story. this stupid cow kept telling me not to recline my seat too much. usually when i was sleeping she would wake me up to tell me this. what the heck? so ofcourse i didn't listen to her. man i had to sleep and i didn't care if she needed that space. i couldn't figure out what she would need it for and so i didn't give it to her. if i could have thought up of a legit excuse or if she had given me one maybe i wouldn't have reclined my seat so far. but we all know that that seat can only go so far. what could she do within that space in front of her face that she wasn't already doing? people are impossible sometimes. i have to wonder if they do it on purpose. ok i'm tired now although i've got plenty of stories about people i met on my way back. 3 to be exact. but that's for another time. a week from now sounds good

well. i'm leaving in a few. i hate that leaving home seems normal now. oh. just something i have to do. all automatic. even if i'm in pieces inside

i wish i wasn't such a disobedient child. i don't feel like doing something i don't do it. i don't feel like behaving well i don't. how childish. how disobedient. i especially hate when knowing that i'll suffer the consequences i keep arguing. for what? probably because i'm proud. maaan. things have to change around here. and by things i mean me

tax free days are here! yee haw!

how hot are british accents?

i feel like i've been going to atl like every day this week. 3 times out of 5 days. well. maybe cause i have been. so this time we visited a friend of mine. we as in hbiddy and i. with madonna's emaculate collection blaring the whole way up there. quit pretending like you wouldn't love to do that too

i really need to get my life in check. since right now my life is school i have to take care of some bidness. it's taxing. what i want to know is what happened to the days when the major decision that rested on your shoulders was chocolate, vanilla or mixed?

present etiquette. what's proper etiquette on receiving a wrapped present? what i really want to do is snatch it up and rip off the wrapping in the fiercest manner i can think of and then show my thankfulness or disappointment immediately. unfortunately that is not how life works. well. what do you do? do you wait it out until everyone leaves to open it? do you pretend to not see the present until you casually glance that way and then exclaim your surprise? do you ask is that for me? do you say can i take that off your hands? do you say oh thank you and then put it aside? what do you do? what is the least savagest response? will someone please tell me so i can avoid my next faux pas?

today was arts and crafts day. at first i was insanely jealous [ofcourse in a good way, not a bad way *snicker*] of this kid's balloon animal antics. then we discovered arts and crafts day. i made something ugly. apparently i'm not as artsy and crafty as i expected. let's just leave it at that. and when i gave it to mummy she wouldn't accept it. i might need therapy for some of this in my late 30s. i hope not. cause. well. i have too many issues then

list any 10 things you're thankful for that are unique to you. starting...NOW. go!

just 3 weeks ago i was an early riser. man. gone are those days. i haven't woken up before 11 [willingly] since i've been here. tres good life

i need one of these. yum. and i do mean NEED. mummy i know you're reading this!

na ah

for the first time i actually enjoyed going to the mall. my hip cousin lil baji took ism and i out for lunch on our last day in d.c. and then we hit the mall. i was grumbling inside and thought ugh the mall??? but it wasn't too painful. in fact i would go as far as to say it was fun. the best part was when we all got mad at some no name sales lady who was supposed to validate baji's parking ticket. why i find hilarity in our own little peeves is beyond me. whee! high times. thanks baji, tp, lil baji for a cool weekend

i choo choo choose you. i've been watching entirely too many simpson episodes with ism. time to back off

oh you guys you have to try labne. just tried it for the first time and then [cue flashback to nyc] i remember my friend and i are on a bus or a train or something and this kid is sitting facing us. he's got a huuuge bagel with cream cheese just pouring out of that mother. it was a beauty! we watched him eat it with acute fascination. didn't speak to one another. but as soon as he got off or we exited we discussed it. as if it was a serious matter. it was gripping

the funny thing about arrogance is that it sneaks up on you. a lot of times i catch myself being pompous and then i have to make fun of myself. i wouldn't call myself a cynic but i do fall into that trap of being rude from time to time. and that's just arrogance peeking through. when am i going to show any refinement? polish please

on our way to d.c. to meet baji loaded with frozen goodies. with heightened security these days i might just have to eat the evidence. how tragic

target has everything now. but tiny. like tiny highlighters. tiny staplers with staples. tiny mechanical pencils. useless stuff that everyone should have

off to hotlanta again to pick up hbiddy after her european tour [oh how i lowe to say that]. she's all tanned and cute. i give a 2 hour grace period before we start arguing [in musa's words...i don't like girls i battle 'em up!]

georgia on my mind. i'm all road tripped out

watched bewitched. it was aiiit. only the parts where will ferrell spazzed out were good. i was rather annoyed by the fact that there was an attempt at an actual plot. it's will ferrell. why do they even try? ended the evening with what's going to be a fav of mine this summer...quoting osman quoting will ferrell quoting "i think i can safely say that that movie was better than JESUS" i mean that in the least blasphemous way i possibly could. it's a made up quote anyway

do i miss this place or what. sigh. 4 years. nay! 4 AWESOME years

i will never stop loving imax. never is a long time. i know. but that just sounds about right. i'm sucha geek

just read don't let the turkeys get you by sandra boynton. actually guffawed a couple of times

i don't think i like sarcasm. whether it's directed towards someone else or me. it's not a reflection of intelligence in my opinion. anyone can be mean and it takes a lot more to be nice so when i feel like i have to guess someone's intentions that to me is not good company

another blogging cousin

sweet home indiana

posted at shaheeni's blog today

i was sharing this story with a friend of mine and thought y'all might enjoy it too. raf [seen below with cheeks] has like any healthy [not healtheee...there's a difference] pakistani two year old already started to pick up curse words. he now says ohshi [i hope i don't need to explain this] and ullupatha [or this] and uses them any chance he gets. the other day he woke up after an afternoon nap and found his bottle dripping a little bit of milk on the bed. after checking out the scene he says to himself "ohshi ullupatha yay kya kia" [ohshi ullupatha what have you done?"]

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4 steps of rafay withdrawl

went shopping with mummy to see what's up with the sales. well. if you've ever been to the mall with mummy you know that most of the time she is distracted by accessories so you stay with the shoes/purses/fake jewellry/belts/ties/any other oddities they think of marketing. the painful part is she's short. about 4'11'' on a good day. that means that she's easy to lose in those racks. especially during big sales. it's probably the way she wants it. but it gobbles up all your time. and by that i mean all my time. all few minutes i really want to dedicate to shopping for myself. you? what are your qualms about today's sales?

there's a new blog in town. awe yeah!

here we go again. my cousin a says i visit the u.s. more often than he goes from pindi to isb. i'm not agreeing just yet. but the trips do get tiring. it is nice to see family again. and central air conditioning *collapse*

happy 85th birthday nana ji! mashAllah say!