we're going to karachi with a packed schedule that goes something like...party [new year's eve], party [dholki], party in the morning [nikkah], party [mehndi], party [shadi], back to i town. abu ji and mummy have a tendency to ditch us the moment they get to karachi. this has been going on for many years and it's no longer a moot point. one of mummy's best friends is there. who has a mom. who doesn't like me. when mummy and her friend get together us kids are left to socialize. over the years we've become good friends with gib and ken [their aliases]. mummy's best friend's mom sometimes hangs with us. got it so far? no? that's ok. for some reason i haven't figured out yet she's never liked me. and the amount she doesn't like me is inversely proportional to the amount she loves hbiddy. she's not even shy about picking on me anymore. and her memory is as sharp as a tack. so she asks penetrating questions. and i, knowing she'll do anything to defend gib, always pick on him but only in front of her. i do know not to. but i like to for amusement. and it gets funnier every time. can't wait until i figure out what bothers her about me exactly but i can wait to see where she and i go as far as her outright animosity for me

managed to lose all idea of day/date already and i'm working by what the next event is and which town i'll be in. it's a good feeling to be on vacation

latest addiction: alias. watched the first several episodes just the other day and i'm hooked. stupid illusions doesn't carry the first season. that should be made illegal. i'm on a hunt now. there is a purpose to my life. ok i over do a lot of things and we all know that was one of them. and now i'm miss obvious

i'm travel weary already. how do people keep up with this high life? drugs help any deal on the road i guess. and that is exactly the order of the hour. later holmes

snazzy pink pajamas and a pink robe with white polka dots. maybe mummy doesn't realize or care about how conservative i am about dressing. even if it's to go to bed. oh yeah and many thanks to that chic with the yellow duckies on her pajamas [those were also mummy's idea...i don't learn]

met t. one of my cousins who i was close to when we were young after such a long time. and the coolest part was when he gave me a long hug and said "m my favorite cousin" awww at last! i'm a favorite! my mission here is accomplished

Lahore, lahore heh

hello, this is hbiddy posting for chai. we are currently in lahore. i finally met my babiest cousin, Taha a.k.a chinu kaka, a.k.a Tofu, a.k.a Choowa. I like him, I love him, he's my favorite and he has a fake laugh.
isn't he so cute? (mashallah). My plans are to take him home with me and he will do all of my secretarial work. why? because i'll make him. cute-too. okay i'll write some more later.

that's my guddi. so my cousin ezze took his little red dinky for show n tell when he was a wee lil boy. my khala had taught him exactly what to say but when he got up there he forgot his lines. and started blurting out whatever he could from memory. "this is my guddi. color red" hahhaha it's so adorable because now i see him and he's one of the most hardworking and focused kids i know but i'll randomly come up to him and say this is my guddi color red just to bug him. he takes it in stride. good kid

carscarscars. the best part about driving my car is sometimes finding random things that are raf's. a plastic watch on the floor. a milk bottle under the seat. a knit cap made for his fat head

pistachio is such a poser ice cream flavor. who the hell wants to consume something that color? ok so mint choc chip is an exception. but pistachio is not only ugly it tastes bad. stupid fake ice cream

you know what's addicting? laziness. can't wait to get to heaven so i can be lazy. is that ok to say?

when i grow tall i wanna rule the world. who's with me?

my phupo told me about this. it's offline. if the word load shedding or dial up comes to mind then you all know where i stand on this

i just feel like taking lots of pics of inanimate objects. this is fati lati. she's the reason the blog gets updated so often otherwise we all know how lazy i can get

ism's driving! boy i remember the days when we used to drive around the neighborhood for a little while longer so he could sleep if he was dozing off already. and now my baby monkey's behind the wheel. save yourselves

the rabble rousers hbiddy [my sis] and ism [my baby monkey AND my baby brotha] are arriving here in only a week! there goes the neighborhood