my new do is a side part. at least for this week. it's doing wonders for my image. you know. all both people who actually noticed it said the following
notee 1: ahhh
notee 2: oi

remember when trainspotting was so cool. now it's not even in my top 5

sports week is wearing me out. and i haven't even participated. except for the cheering part. it's a different experience cheering on athletes without the band of drunk frat brothers and their girlfriends taking up all your personal space. ruining the whole little five experience for you entirely. right then. jummah mubarak

cut out sugar from my diet except for 1 day a week. actually lost weight and didn't even crave it. next step. world domination

aniraz you clever owl you with lil grey aiding and abetting. what a wonderful surprise. thanks you guys

juice. not sugar water purple. not a drink. real juice. it's important. in college i used to have these juice glasses as drinking glasses. i'm usually a terrible host. but offering juice is a top priority. if i can i always offer juice. milk is back up. other than that you usually have to ask for something. i know it's not a good habit. i'm usually so excited to see whoever's there that i forget to offer. nobody's complained so far but i shouldn't wait around for someone to do so

yes yes yes frizz hair weather is here! the kind that itches. love the summer time

went hiking. was so psyched to go. got there. took all of 2 steps. turned back around. looking like a strawberry. it was so hot. i wanna go again tho. just early in the morning preferrably

all of my friends from med skool have gone crazy. they have either been in a fight this week. or are planning on being in a fight this week. it's sad to see that these are the same people who are supposedly going to be the upstanding members of the community

jummah mubarak young ones. today i had off because there was a class trip which i could do without. so i studied which i needed to do. and now i'm so stressed out i'm unable to do anything else. when did life get so difficult?

confidence. i dig it. like the type it probably took my cousin to wear a bow tie to n baji's wedding. nicely done

nana ji's coming home today! woo hoo! i missed him a lot. i mean a lot. every time i have a test. which is like every single day while i'm in med suckool. the morning of the test i go to his room and ask him to pray for me. so he reads a dua and then rubs it on my head. or when i'm sick he reads a dua and then blows on my forhead. or when i try to kiss him he fights me off. or when i come into his room to talk to him he makes funny noises. or when i call him he says what he wants and then says i talk too much. and. man. everything. i'm glad he's coming back

most of the time i'm pretty content. actually happy. but there are days. you know the ones. where everything has decided to go wrong. and all you really want to do is crawl back into bed because maybe it'll just be safer for you and sometimes others if you stay clear. well the other day i was having one of those. i banged my knee on the door jumping into my friends car. then hit my head when i got in. and then this happened
me: i'm ugly today, quick tell me something nice
tiny: you're pretty
a: you're funny
me: thanks monkeys let's blow this popsicle stand
and that. my friends. are real friends. and how you fix a bad day

sleep. you sweet seduction. i could so do without you

so my mami was telling me this story about broheme. when we were younger. much younger than today. mummy was upstairs making me and broheme do homework. once we got done everyone got candy. broheme quickly ate his. and told hbiddy "h please mujay dai do na" [hbiddy please give me yours] and hbiddy was pretty young so she's like whining "nai may nai doungi" [no, i won't give it] so he tries negotiating with her "daikho mujay day do mujay raat ko nazar be nai aata" [look give it to me i can't even see at night] so mummy and my mami started laughing and he was so ashamed he ran into the bathroom and locked himself in. hee!

abu ji, mummy, broheme, hbiddy and my baby monkey all wear glasses. today i had to squint and thought nooo the blue frames are gonna make a comeback. why me??? if you know what i'm talking about then i'm sure you feel very sorry for me. if not, good

liars. grrr. being cheated out of the truth hurts the most. anyway jummah mubarak

around this time last year things were so down for me and now. well. now. things are so high. all thanks to Allah swt for absolutely everything. the good and the not so good

7th year with the liver. i believe it's 42 though. but 7 of those years belong to me. subhanAllah to the max

how time flies

my khala and i have this ritual. she sees me. i do my best sad and forlorn look. she says ready for your thrashing *cackle* and i just walk over to kiss her and then get beat in scrabble. again. i really need to practice. anyone up for a game?

i feel the break. feel the break. feel the break. and i gotta live it out. oh yeah. well i swear that i. what i really wanna know. what i really wanna say. i can't define. sublime

congratulations lil baji and karl! yay!

everywhere i look there's someone having a baby. mashAllah we've got 3 in our very own family. and two of my recently pregnoid friends made it. way to go abez and shabana bananas on bringing two very beautiful and might i say edible muslims in this world

if lovin' the Lord is wrong. i don't wanna be right! jummah mubarak [y'all got the movie ref right?]

i'll tell you one that miffs [many times read, first time usage] me. when i read a nice forward and it ends with a "forward this or you're a bad person" type sentence. it almost provokes me not to forward it. in fact. i don't forward things only because of that. ok really i don't forward things at all. but if felt like i needed a reason. that's up there

i was aleena the cleric in d&d. there. i said it. so?

freecell! how you mock me!

when i cook i cook well. or like to think so. here's a no fail looks like you did a lot but you really didn't receipe for the ladies. and for you guys who attend pot lucks often enough to be expected to bring a lil somethin somethin

1 oreo pie crust
1 pint cookies n cream ice cream
1 tub o chocolate icing

1. 1/2 hour before going defrost the ice cream and leave the icing at room temp
2. scoop ice cream into pie crust
3. smooth out top
4. freeze
5. 5 min before going spread icing on top with a spatula/knife/fingers

enjoy!

ok aunty r i didn't really use my fingers to smooth out the icing on the oreo ice cream pie. only my tongue. hahha ok not really. it would have been funny tho!

the other day i was innocently waiting for my order to be taken and over heard these 2 foreigners complaining about how much they hate living in this country. my feathers all in a ruffle but i did nothing. i patiently waited pretending not to over hear how much they hate this and how much they hate that. ok living in a different country i understand sometimes you can't help but compare where you know and how things are to. well. what we have here. it makes me sick how people behave though. they behave as if they were brought up in mansions with stables and played polo and sun bathed all day on yatchs or whatever it is that super rich people do. they show their unhappiness to people who are not at fault. if you're not content get some help and figure out how you will be. if you like it so much then go back. maybe someone else more competent than your snooty ass can feed their family and be grateful. knowing that if you go back all you'll get is tv dinners because you'll have no cooks. you'll wear jeans and wrinkle free stuff because you don't have someone to do your laundry or iron for you. you'll drive an economy sized car with the windows rolled down because your landcruiser monster and a/c are too expensive to maintain. knowing all that. really. step down from where ever you are and please join the rest of us. and quit complaining because you're not better than anyone else. until you have someone wiping your ass for you then you and i are in the same boat. sorry. i had to take it out here cause i didn't want to make a scene a couple of weeks earlier

my cousin forwarded this to me
types of farters:
pretender: farts silently then acts innocent
shy: farts softly then smiles
arrogant: farts loudly then laughs
unlucky: tries to fart but shits