eid mubarak and happy new year! please pray this year brings good stuff my way. i know that's selfish but it's been a little rough

brightly colored goats blocking the traffic. gotta love the upcoming eid. hey do we get mehndi this eid? or churiyaan? or eidi? i know we get meat. and i'm not complaining

some sicko thought up of high heels *grumble grumble* i know it

haven't been praying regularly. and i'm not proud of it. sometimes i wish someone could give me a lecture every time i forget. but i guess we're adults now. jummah mubarak

lhr is too wild for me. i know that's not saying much but every night i've been to sleep around 4am or so. also. i'm addicted to grey's anatomy. the show

all of my cousins are getting married this week. oh my God. this woman. who was supposed to come to the house to do hair for all the girls kept insisting i get something she repeatedly called "french" yes. french. as in "french, baji, french kardoun, french" i do not know what that means but it didn't sound polite so i asked her not to. i got a paranda [extensions/weave with bright colors and bells at the end] heh instead

hate having to be politically correct. love huge family breakfasts

8 people in my little guddi. not even funny. no. not funny. hilarious

gambling is so fun. seriously. ok not seriously. but if it were not haram i would so do it all the time

dark circles under the eyes so unattractive. guilty. prof is done donna done done

yay. my family's visiting for the next few weeks. i plan to completely ignore everyone and everything. it helps that the prof ends tomorrow. oh yeah jummah mubarak

learn something beneficial

happy birthday mc! hope you have an excellent one in jordan and can continue partying with us here. can't wait to see you guys

got some time on your hands?

when you're up at 3am signing up for online communities or trying to remember old passwords you have for different chat program ids it's time to drop everything and study. cause there's really no need for that

you know that pukey feeling you get when you haven't slept enough and you're so tired you can't sleep at all. that's the same feeling i get when i hear the words patriot act or homeland security. please. at least try for the truth you swines

up late at night studying. bah humbug. i don't like the winter time

dream china

alright so today was my last exam for a while. and by that i mean about 2 weeks. thought of the day: a sign that reads male toilet faculty

today wasn't bad. it wasn't good either. i just hope tomorrow's is way better. exponentially hopefully. so i don't like it when company comes over at a time when you're about to eat. i'm not talking about company that you enjoy. the company that you don't enjoy only adds to your irritation when they come around a meal time. need lunch. that is all

have sneaking suspicion that have ocd. alhumdulillah exams are going well. whatever it is that you're doing you're doing it right. please keep praying. i love you guys. ok i don't know most of you. but if i were to know your identities maybe i could grow to love you. but i love you guys like i love the human race or the muslim ummah. that general hey you're human too. sweet! why must i have a disclaimer for everything i say out loud? oh yeah. experience

good Lord. what i did in there this morning. it should be a sin how many lies i wrote about normal physiology. been noshing since

everyone. all 50 of us in that lecture hall. cheated on that anatomy exam. it was rather disgusting. but funny too. when will this be over with?

had a biochemistry exam today. it was medium. i think some of you aren't praying hard enough *glare* haha nah i really need to figure out why i'm messing up and fix it. and here's to one of my fav girls for graduating. nice head shot haina? zidane too. so proud of you girlie. oh hey i remembered this a little while ago. whatever happened to 1.1.11 in juno at uno's? i wonder if ahsan remembers

and now back to your regularly scheduled blog. first up i want to wish everyone an eid mubarak. hope yours was as fantastic as ours. also, my cuz ushi the craziest madam teacher this side of the equator was born today a couple of decades back. happy bornday ush baba ganush. i've discovered the magic of google talk. yes, i finally sprung for the rs.400 flimsy mic/headset. after 3 years of living here i still don't know how to light a gas stove. viva la microwave. i now know my limits when i'm stopped at a red light and bullied by the kids who want to wash my windshield. they don't take no for an answer and i don't know how to say no anymore. coolness emanates from my grandfather who always introduces me to the creme dela creme of society. sure they don't care who i am and sure i don't care who they are but it's a classy gesture. how's this for makeup blogs? that's 7. including this one. you know how i do

hey you guys. asalaamalaikum.
1. just wanted to see what's up
2. thought i would drop by and say ramadan mubarak to everyone as well
3. also wish broheme, baby monkey and t baji a happy birthday
4. oh and thank you for all of the birthday/ramadan wishes
5. re affirmed that nobody actually visits my blog except for those i know personally
6. jazakAllah for the duas re estudies
7. things are cool just very busy but you know surviving alhumdulillah
alright. back to the drawing board. fiamanAllah

ORGANIZATION!!! I NEED TO GET ORGANIZED. until the prof. ciao

vick's vapor rub. counted 5 of them in my sister's room. she had them from different countries. i recognized arabic and urdu. what is up with that?

grooming made fun 101 by chai
1. brush your teeth at the computer
2. sing in the shower
3. clip toe nails during commercial breaks only

got viral pharyngitis. you would think things couldn't get any worse

not better yet. my car's a/c isn't working. my cheeks are finally coming down from tomato red

completely. and i mean completely. missed the mark and squirted perfume in my right eye. i hope the rest of the day turns out better than this morning

apparently i've had a thing for cheeks from the very beginning

i don't have a favorite sweatshirt. but i know of someone who does. this one kid. in one of my religious studies classes. he would wear a navy blue sweatshirt that said quarry in yellow. as a ritual almost. it was all faded and stuff but looked comfy. comfort. i wish shalwars were a little more comfortable. instead of running up your legs while you're asleep and getting stuck. ugh. yucky i'm having a hard time swallowing. i think i'm getting sick. my tonsils feel like they're swollen. and i got the sniffles. i could use a favorite sweatshirt right about now. duas will do nicely

met up with an old college friend. very random. my throat is sore from chatting it up

jummah mubarak! enjoyed my friday studying woo hoo. i'm over worked you guys. this whole med schoo thing is pretty demanding. not just that. the actual commute is killer

the mother of a colleague of mine passed away. may Allah swt have mercy on her. and us. Lord. i can't even begin to think about what she's going through

hate eating alone at lunch time. well hate eating alone generally. but during lunch time usually hate it cause i have to. end up gulping everything down which without fail leads to a stomach ache. maybe it's cause i like eating so much that i want to enjoy it with family and friends and take my time with every morsel. what would make sense is if i just ate slowly. but that would, like i said, make sense

for the first time in my life a friend of mine has given up on me. i don't make friends easily. it takes me time to decide i want to trust someone. this doesn't mean i'm not friendly. although my sister would think otherwise. but the people i consider friends are only a few although i'll call you a friend the moment i meet you. so this friend of mine who was my only friend in pakistan over the past few years is caught up in all that is said about me. and has decided he no longer wants to be friends. people have the ability to hurt you so much without even knowing. i hope i forget how this feels soon

my lords, my ladies, and those of you who can only afford the cheap seats, i present to you my first novel. the thickest book i had ever seen. mummy read it to me. we never finished it. one day. mark my words. one day!

in honor of my nemesis
stop me if you've heard this one before

2 kids are introduced to their new imam
imam: what's your name?
kid1: yaseen
imam: mashAllah what a nice name. do you know how to recite yaseen?
[kid1 recites yaseen]
imam: Allah hu Akbar. that was beautiful
[imam turns to kid2]
imam: and what is your name?
kid2: taha...but they call me kauthar for short

Isra & Mi‘raj
Muslims believe that Muhammad’s teachings began in 610 CE, after the astounding experience of being visited by the Angel Gabriel and told that he was to be a prophet. He developed a small following in Makkah. In 620 CE, he had another miraculous experience: he was transported from Makkah to Jerusalem on a winged steed, and then he ascended to the heavens from Jerusalem and had an audience with Allah (God). During the experience, he met the prophets Noah, Abraham, Moses, David, Solomon, and others, whom he led in prayer. Islamic sources state that this experience took place within one night, and he returned to his place of sleep in Makkah before the dawn prayer. For Muslims, the event confirmed Muhammad’s role as God’s final messenger, and ushered in a new phase of his effort to spread monotheism

just found out you got me this. thanks. it's my fav color

it no longer matters whether i shower or not. it's the monsoon season here. this means either it's raining enough to completely soak me or it's so humid i'm drenched in my own sweat. yucky

jummah mubarak. although not much to celebrate. listen to the world news bulletin on bbc world service

today i worked my ass off. look. no ass. i studied for 3 hours [that's, 3 productive hours] straight although my friends were beckoning me to waste my time with them. when i got home i had the rest of the day homework/study free. raf had a playdate so i tagged along with smalls and raf to "day spend" with my other cousin whose got 4 munchkins. there was turmoil. there were tribulations. all in one afternoon. also watched mi3 which was hot. and now i'm planning on taking a warm shower and watching casablanca. thanks to broheme's recent classic movie madness. alhumdulillah life is good

if those cheeks aren't cute, then i don't know what is cute anymore. she's my cousin's baby. can't wait to shake this overprotective feeling and start teaching her how to master the family pout and beat up people

i need driving gloves. i say need as in i need to know which care bear i am. i want leather ones. i want to be the person that you guys know or have heard of who owns [and wears] driving gloves. on a daily basis. fyi i'm grumpy bear

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bought the nice nice version of langman's medical embryology. 9th edition mind you! inside is a simbryo cd with embryology animations. try the full lecture version. it's got an excellent soundtrack. no clue how i'm going to study it when i just want to dance to it

there's a baby lizard in my guddi. this afternoon it was discovered by, hunted by, randomly screamed at by, beaten with a stick by and completely ignored by a few of my friends after school

been feeling like a total bum lately. hook me up with a track list for a workout cd for 1 hour. grazie infinite! and jummah mubarak

not exactly a fan but we've got a mcdonald's in pindi now. guess that finally puts it on the map. opening's tomorrow

i tag...hbiddy, chanc and ob

mc tagged me. this is my one and only so like it
10 things you don't know about me
1. i'm not afraid of dying - just of not pleasing Allah swt
2. i like to share other people's things - not mine
3. i don't speak chinese - but i want to live in china
4. i enjoy fruit - more than any other food
5. i wish i could teleport - right now would be good
6. i love to dance - usually alone in my room
7. i want my feet bare all the time - regardless of where i am
8. i played the cello for about 2 minutes - it was bigger than i was at the time
9. i think about my grandmother every day - and how much love one is capable of
10. i miss abu ji and mummy - more than i would admit to myself or others

today this girl at school gave me a gift bag. it was very light. i checked inside. there was nothing. she asked if i liked it. i said thanks. i think the gift bag was the gift. i didn't have the heart to tell her

i am now sad because i can check my email and reply standing at my laptop. it's either a dream sequence back to iago during iu days or i'm not getting enough email

when i was younger. much younger than today. nano taught me how to crochet. sometimes i have this urge to construct. i should crochet something

jummah mubarak. discovered baby monkey's cheat codes for neopets. why would you want to do that? that's sick ism

got quiet a princessly [first time made up word usage] headache. stupid jetlag

feel like eating enough reese's pieces to give me a nose bleed. alas i have none to even dampen my appetite

fate won't let me meet her under normal conditions, times or places. a riot much the same

don't you hate it when something random is stuck in your head and even when you're in a serious situation all you think of is that silly joke or line. like right now i'm thinking: i think i'd better dance now [danna nana nana naaa]

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new word. courtesy of naz who explained to her friend that she was about to do some "gup shup" which basically means she was about to talk with someone. usually it refers to gossip. friend comes up to naz later and says hey naz what's the gup chuck. henceforth instead of saying what's up now it's all about the gup chuck. circulate it

looking forward to breakfast at the diner. exploring at the national portrait gallery. lunch with mummy, star, baji, tp, zain [see 2 posts below]. it's a good day. nay. a good trip. thanks

i have a crush on him. please go tease him

maybe not. quit smiling. i know you are. quit it. you look strange smiling at the computer screen whether you're by yourself or in public

i have used the words cutie and patootie way too many times in that last post. but he is

gonna go see zain the brain with his whoppin' noggin this weekend. can't wait to see that cutie patootie

did you know the word whatever is written shorthand as w/e? yeah. w/e. not only are you dismissive but curt as well. w/e

much mubarak to ayan for getting hitched

watched hbiddy watch the food network cover introduction and choosing of the next flavor of haagen daz ice cream. she was rooting for sticky toffee pudding. i was not so interested in the show as i was in her interest

family at times amazes me. don't mean that in a can't believe they do such and such. more of a wow that was awe inspiring. i pray i'll grow up to be just as remarkable. all i want is to be like that. all i want is to be extraordinary. jummah mubarak. peace

legal now

didn't get a sticker on nothin' at my check up. bought a skirt cause i'm a girl like that. what's funnier than mummy and aunty r shopping together? not much you say? agreed. on a more daunting note the amount of food one [and by one i mean me] can consume is i would go as far as to say astounding. yes. astounding. it's like committing a stupefying feat. i did just that at cheesecakefactory today. not only that. i'm looking forward to some good eats at pfchang's tonite. it's nonstop it's nonstop

starting to hate goodbyes. used to be alright with it. a shrug. a i'll see ya when i see ya. pretty aloof about it. or at least until now. actually feeling stuff sucks

checked out the new muhammad ali center now you'll have to excuse me because it is of foremost importance i go jump rope around the city as soon as possible in order to become a legacy by next summer

*stretch* good mornin'. the secret to a good stretch is as you're stretching you gotta say stretCHA! tried and true my friends tried and true. so how's everyone this lovely morning? excellent? excellent! yes, i am yelling in my head early in the morning

not a thing like a shy smile. sucha girl

jummah mubarak. duas imperative. wish i healed faster than this. doing better than most. but i can still want more, no?

my fobbiness amazes even me at times

i like peter o toole more than i like some of my own relatives. ok that's not true. but man does he make a handsome old man

what is it about this country that makes me eat constantly. if i'm not eating i'm thinking about what i'll be eating next. things aren't looking so good when it comes to losing some weight this month

what's worse than a shabbily dressed desi? right. i thought nothing too. if you find one it's me. come up and say hi

ugh. so tacky. wore purple with light blue. thank you for pointing it out my good friend

LOVE my friends. but i'm too old for this. 11:30pm's my limit. what?

sometimes when you don't know how to deal do you pretend it's not happening? when you really just want to behave badly do you put your emotions aside and break down the situation and fix it? can you fix it? if you can't, what do you do? things have to change around here. i know i'm the only one who can. so i pray i will. ofcourse only if Allah swt helps

pretty irksome when people monopolize the conversation. not that i'm trying to show you how much i know. ok so maybe i am. but take a few breaths between topics. just a tad worried about you. whether you'll make it through the conversation or not

rat poop pellets. discussion not necessary. yet intriguing

there is entirely too much skin in this country. scandalized

my life gets absurd by the minute. but alhumdulillah things have been going exceptionally smoothly lately. i'm able to adapt and i have God to thank for that. but there are those times. when you just want to sleep your troubles away. i wonder if i'm depressed

plain plane trip clip
[lots of silence]
[cluttering noises from passenger 3C]
[i look over]
[passenger 3C has spilled something and is flicking water/some sort of liquid off his hands]
me: you need this napkin?
passenger 3C: nope everything is under control. just a little ice
[more silence]
[i drop my cup/napkin/snack mix]
[passenger 3C looks over]
me: i just wanted to out do you
[laughter and lots of conversation i could have avoided ensue]

just got in. smooth sailing. alhumdulillah. never gonna travel with tiny. i know never is a long time. but never. like ever. the boy had me smelling like smoke and man perfume. that's the least of the madness. when i'm rested up i'll continue complaining

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Such a sweet video I can't even tell you. ;) A pre-welcome back to north amreeka celebratory post.

terms.
taking a month off from family friends fiance freedom
everything for ex cool exams
please pray
'preciated

fav line from the ringer. when the **** did we get ice cream? hahhahahahha ohhh aaaaahahahahaha ok ok i'm done hee heh hahahaha i type so much laughter fati lati's h key popped out. woo hoo

baby monkey's back on the blogging scene

feel like eating something crispy crunchy peanut buttery

now that i have a high speed connection at home i feel like not enough people email me

mini guyton sounds like a cute idea. but it wears off 2 minutes into it. again, more prayers needed to do well on this upcoming physiology exam monday. jummah mubarak

yea yea yea

fati lati's officially retired. also i sang for someone today. it was the weirdest feeling ever. i've sang along obnoxiously with company before. never to anyone. when did i get this way?

they're a comin' they're a comin' mummy and my baby monkey are coming here in a matter of hours! can't sleep. must. carry. on

*shoop* my energy is gone diddly gone

biochemistry is the bane of my existence. as are other things. but this time it's really bothering my esistence. please pray i do well on the exam tomorrow

tiny got 2 goldfish. smalls named one dumb and the other blonde. they sure do poop a lot

jummah mubarak. and oh yeah i'm running away from school. and maybe becoming an athlete. maybe there's an obese olympics i can try out for. you guys get back to me on that

abu ji sips the last of his milk putting his mouth to the cereal bowl. before he does that he lets everyone know "ok this is exactly what NOT to do"

happy birthday baby pirate! mubarak to uncle h and aunty r on becoming brand new grandparents. congratulations to t baji and t on parenthood. yay for n baji and k on their nephew

girliefriends. i finally have girliefriends from med suckool. my first sleepover in pakistan coming up tomorrow. what do i wear???

a dark man in a crisp white shirt? m! i do like the summer time

here, here. to some of my best friends. happy mother's day

56 years ago today the most amazing woman i know. and probably will ever know. was born. more people need to experience her beauty. i know a lot of people think their mom is the most beautiful woman in the world. but mine really is. i hate being away from mummy. sometimes i miss her so much my heart feels like it is about to burst. just like that. *pop* no questions asked. nothing. mummy i hope you have an excellent day with many more wonderful days to follow

maich billi and her surprise visits! jummah mubarak indeed

how's it going monkeys? hey how come the plural of monkey isn't monkies? man. that was such a nana ji thing i just did. i know it's probably not good but i'm almost glad that pain killers that would have to be prescribed there are over the counter here. in fact the random pharmacist will come to your car and inject you with a shot of i/m dichloran. reason number 1849603941 why i love it here

i want to stop and thank you baby. i just want to stop and thank you baby. how sweet it is to be loved by you. how sweet it is to be loved by you. james taylor i think

everything's got calories in it. like everything. the chapstick i'm chewing off my lips right now probably does too. great. just great

i'm allergic to studying i think. every time i get into the groove of things i get sick. i'm sick of it is what. it as in getting sick. not studying. tobah kar

i have had it up to here with this heat. my brain's gonna fry. or what's left of it. bah!

love is in the air doo doo doo. one of the best feelings is when two of your close friends find each other in a different way and look at each other in a different light. please make dua for the two love birds

if i'm going to be a true muslim i have to show humility. and i skip that. a lot more than i would like. actually. just a lot. striving for that kind of character seems unapproachable but that doesn't mean i give up right? so please make dua for me that i become such a person. you can add sincere, well behaved, humane, generous and lovable and any other character that Allah swt is pleased with too. hee hee. jazakAllah and jummah mubarak to all

mean comments are pretty much unwelcome. show a little bit of care

when you can't distinguish between the usage of your and you're then you're really not worth my time. no, seriously

i joined orkut. cause apparently a 100 things to do weren't enough and i needed 101

may? what the? where did the time go? i've done nothing this year. oh except for the all important getting engaged a while back. yay. but really. this year is almost over! ok so it's the 5th month. but seriously you guys. i gotta get things in check

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

when i was younger i was really conscious about what people thought. especially as a teen. i think i still am to this day. but it definitely doesn't concern the same issues. i used to worry about what people thought about me being a muslim. and after a while i stopped caring. not about being a muslim. but about what people thought about me being one. and i'm happier that way. at the end of the day nobody really cares what you are. as long as you're not a threat. so i go about my own business as others go about theirs. i just wish i had realized that sooner. it's so much easier once you've made that choice to not care about what others think and know that your words and actions are only to please Allah swt. because up until that point that's what you believe. that you have no choice but to care about what others think. or how others want you to be. and for a while i had myself fooled. telling myself i really don't care what people think. but knowing it and acting on it a 2 different steps. jummah mubarak friends

be yourself. what does that really mean? i am a crazy person if i were to be myself. i can't be the same with everyone. it's not done. i'm not going to talk with my grandfather the same way i talk to a friend of mine. that would be weird. i'm different personalities all the time. iii'm crazy

that retching that comes prior to vomiting leaves enough blood vessels shot on your face to get that "ew" look from others thinking it's a gross rash. me? i'm not thrilled about it but i'll live

talking to a friend of mine today we were discussing fruits and vegetables. guess old people do that now. we were talking about how much we enjoy fruits. some are so expensive and you have to eat them sparingly but you can't pass it up. and then we came to that fateful fruit the papaya. ooo how i dislike thee intensely. has anyone else been deluded by it? has anyone else gone to someone's house thinking they are mangos peeled and cut into beautiful succulent pieces of yellow/orange flesh and placed in a huge collection in a bowl for you waiting to be assailed? yeah well i have and it wasn't pretty finding out that i had been cheated

personally i feel people don't get to say the jig is up as often as they ought to

please welcome another bloogie in the family. thaliyaan!

my friend brought me flowers. they were sprayed turquoise. that's a first. and hopefully a last too

i'm so messy. i mean really. it doesn't mean you're unclean. cause i think i'm crazy about being clean. but that messiness i can't evade. it's funny how that works. clean clothing lays in piles all around the room. folded nicely on top of the sofa and the table. on the other hand. i won't wear clothing of mine that i've already tried on without washing it first. i won't wear the same clothing two days in a row unless it's a scarf or i'm traveling. i won't wear brand new clothing without washing it at least once. trust i've ruined many a silk but i'm getting better at not doing that though. you know. being crazy

things are. right now. with me. not good. please pray. inshAllah for whatever is best for me. and that i am patient enough to not complain and get through this time

jummah mubarak and g'morning. i am an old lady. there is no fighting it any longer. i read with my lips moving and i don't care! sometimes if i'm mad at someone i will look at them and just read a small surah to myself but look at them in a not nice way to make it look like i'm saying mean things to them under my breath. i am getting sneakier with age. and i like to do pointless things even more instead of maturing into a fine young lady i will just skip the not so fun part and chill out in old lady life for that is the good life

alright so you know when you do something stupid. like in a burst of trust you tell someone something another person said to you about them. and you do the very stupid thing and take names. and then you realize how very very very stupid you were. and you don't know how to fix it. and then that loss you feel. the loss of trust from the person who initially told you something about that person. then in a fit of guilt you tell the person who initially told you something about that person what you did. and that feeling. yeah. i'm feelin' it. stupid stupid stupid! if i wasn't so tired i would smack my own forehead. i need to get out of this high school way of life and quit looking for outside confirmation. knowwhadamsayin yaar?

you guys know fati lati won't let me view my own blog. don't you? guess now you do. and that is why i haven't been as diligent when it comes to replying

what is happening to me? i'm metamorphosizing. that's not a word. is it? i don't care. do i? apart from the smiley/frowny face type of person i am a second guesser too. eeek

yes. that was a smiley face at the end of my sentence. or a frowny face. i now do such things

the amount of dairy consumed by myself in the past few days can't be good. and by that mean i didn't think it was humanly possible *groan* :(

another bloogie. go vote for her!

i now know what to do if i were to ever own a land cruiser close to a desert

oh yeah and tomorrow we go for a desert safari wheee!

perfect timing. mwah! excellencio. alright so this is how it went down...aniraz got to abez's apt demanding chai. oh cause she's an addict and all. that was my cue. i run out there yelling did someone say they wanted chai? here i am! and then i got attacked. that skinny little thing poked me while hugging me and then screamed. it was an outright attack. that's gonna go down in history as one of the cooler moments though

about cool jummmah's. i'm at abez and waleed's apt in dubai waiting to surprise aniraz and damomma. jummah mubarak

stupid drunk sitting next to me during the london to dubai leg didn't let me sleep at all. on a good note i did get to wear flip flops and ate everything on my tray. and i mean everything. i was going to eat the wax off the edam cheese too but i didn't want to be asked why by the fool sitting next to me

peaaace i'm outta here

so these last few days in the states were packed with marlene, marlene and more marlene. thanks chic. you're still my number one girl. ok in the state of indiana. but that is pretty good too

only a year ago my nano passed away. please pray for her. i miss her so much still. so much has changed but i always remember her. i'm so fortunate to have such an amazing woman in my life. alhumdulillah

wherever i end up. i don't wanna leave. it's weird. you would think i would grow up a bit or get used to it by now. but it's always so hard to leave my parents. and now that i've been living with nana ji it's even more difficult. this kind of change i don't welcome. well. any kind of change i usually don't welcome. but this i especially. ok i guess i should go and finish packing

did all the cute kids run out that they're doing all these ads with the ugly ones? i haven't watched tv in a while but i want to see pretty people. where's the fantasy world i want to switch to with a remote?

you're never going to believe how but today was the best jummah ever! alhumdulillah

oh my God. everybody. and i mean everybody. i said that twice to emphasize its importance. needs to fly the new emirate planes. oh MAN. i didn't want to sleep so i could do everything available for entertainment. starting from watching all the movies from the beginning [pause for cultural cross ref: how do you say beginning? hee!] i'm here in ga now. tada!

that's part of my going away party. shamelessly stinkies sitting on my bed. fortunately i had nothing to do with it as is clearly seen by their complete lack of awareness of what i'm doing

a nutrigrain as a snack is excellent. if only there was no aftertaste. is it the preservatives? usually requires another nutrigrain bar to get rid of that. what a tangle web we weave [you know i said weawe. i'm local now] or i may just be hungry

not that it was difficult. but never had the patience. finally learned how to play backgammon. thank you

i'm sick of classmates.com pop up ads. like i need to re live bad hair again. speaking of. what's the worst haircut you've ever had?

mummy still shops for me. there are somethings i think oh there is no way i'm even touching that. forget wearing it. yeah well she gets it and i wear it and everyone loves it. after a while. including me. even though at first i would think it's a little "over" how does she do that?

jummah mubrook and good news. i'm going to be in ga by next week. yay! only for a few days though. boo. but i'll get to go to in too. yay! i get to see all the important people. yay! especially nana ji! yay!

the other day my friend and i traded some cd's. i got 3. when i saw elvis's greatest hits on the top of the pile i wasn't amused. some could say i was bemused. thinking to myself this kid feels i might enjoy this more than something more recent? do i give off these vibes? the 2nd one was zepplin so i felt a little cool. although i enjoyed the elvis tunes way more

fati lati's down. i can't even view my own blog. i may have to put her to sleep. and maybe fati too

been a while since i watched joe vs the volcano. and to this day i find the dialogue between the luggage man and joe quite amusing. here it is. although watching it instead of reading it [we all know how i feel about reading] is a better trade

The LUGGAGE SALESMAN, a small neat man in a quiet suit, is the store's representative. He's talking with Joe. He's a very serious, understated man.

LUGGAGE SALESMAN Have you thought much aboutluggage, Mr. Banks?
JOE No, I never really have.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN It's the central preoccupation of my life. You travel the world, you're away from home,perhaps away from your family, all you have to depend on is yourself and your luggage.
JOE I guess that's true.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Are you traveling light or heavy?
JOE Heavy.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Flying?
JOE Flying. And by ship.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN An ocean voyage?
JOE Yes.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Ah. Yes. So. A real journey.
JOE And then I'll be staying on this island, I don't even really know if I'll be living in a hut or what.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN Very exciting.
JOE Yeah.
LUGGAGE SALESMAN As a luggage problem. I believe I have just the thing.

The Luggage Salesman rolls out an absolutely gorgeous steamer trunk of dark, wine-colored leather and brass fittings.

JOE Wow.

The Luggage Salesman opens it. It has hangers, drawers, a
mirror, the works.

LUGGAGE SALESMAN This is our premier steamer trunk. All handmade, only the finest materials. It's even water-tight, tight as a drum. If I had the need and the wherewithal, Mr. Banks, this would be my trunk of choice. I could face the world with a trunk like this by my side.

Joe is moved.

JOE I'll take four of them.

This is the classiest thing the Luggage Salesman's ever heard.

LUGGAGE SALESMAN May you live to be a thousand years old, sir.

Not normally a demonstrative man, he slowly raises hand, offering it to Joe. Joe takes it and they shake.

my new bodywash has a distinct not flowery or fruity scent to it. i have a sneaking suspicion that it's for men. will i stop using it? depends. when i get out of the house and shop for toiletries [hee hee i said toiletries]

happy birthday sis

sometimes i phase out. it's things like sawing a skull open while right outside the window you can see construction going on and you involuntarily compare the two with apathy that concern me about me

one of my friends got into a fight. i didn't think nerds fought. but more details on that later. i have to go look acceptable for the welcome party our class is throwing the new first years

test anxiety is out of control for me. must have taken hundreds of them by now but still can make myself physically sick

be honest. how many times have you seen mall rats?

who made up this idiotic rule about commenting in the latest comment box although the comment pertains to the previous post[s]? now i'm just looking for things to get mad about. i really should be studying. as always

how come nobody told the foreign exchange student with lots of money and no style that he cannot just pick an outfit off the mannequin and buy it? you're not supposed to walk around with that exact same outfit all of us saw last week. that's my fashion tip. for the year

dippin dots? why take away from a good thing? i mean where did ice cream go wrong that you had to make it look like styrofoam? it's not unique. it's sick

what gets me is jokes i get. and then have to laugh at them myself. and can't share them. because having shared them. i will get the label of crazier. so laughing at them by myself. i stick with crazy

geeky dress sense, tightly bound hijab and being normal translates into insanely hot seeing that a nineteen year old thought it would be cute to say yaar shadi kar lo na. as if he's asking to borrow my car. my. the amount of confidence kids have these days is staggering

not going to school tomorrow because my khala thinks that everyone's going to get all riled up after jummah and if they start rioting in the streets it'll mean trouble for me when i'm on my way back. i'm not one to argue. although i haven't heard about anything happening in islamabad. have you?

i think i'm slowly starting to tire of these lectures prepared 20 years ago still being given in the same manner. i wish this country had money so we could sponsor research and require professors to continue publishing. our education system is so frustrating sometimes

more often than not the instructors here rely on "unless and until" and by that i mean they exploit it. pretty much during every lecture. if not every hour. it's irritating is what

in lahore. within an hour or so i accompanied my cousins to get manis and pedis and all sorts of unmentionable stuff here. THEN we watched movies. and man did that feel good. so this is what was part of my mad movie marathon: hoodwinked, must love dogs, sky high, shall we dance? and monster in law. what a girlie weekend

hope you have a nefariously good birthday!

i haven't flossed in a while. i could comfortably say 2 years. is that bad? maybe i should ask how bad is that

i was having a good jummah. until. that sheeda. he's such a swine [it's mummy's expression of utter disgust at a person. thought *i* would never use that as an insult] giving me that toothless grin as if he's completed the work he's supposed to be doing without me asking him multiple times. he's got the nerve to ask how my parents are when he knows he hasn't done diddly squat to take care of me. i have a funny story that i think of to cool my temper when i see him. it involves him wearing a gifted white sleeveless stretch shirt that says in shocking pink writing miss sexy b on top of all of his clothes. backwards. hah. feel much better now

yet another bloogie in the fam

the other day i was asked "what's your sign?" twice. in the same day. and it wasn't as a joke. i need to get out of this place. i even tried to squirm out of it and tell her do you really believe that stuff? and then i was immediately transported back to middle school when girls had chirpy voices and they spoke really fast and i couldn't stand them. yeah that went on for a good few minutes and i actually started walking away but she followed me. that was so awkward. for me. maybe i don't socialize enough and just get irritated or more irritated by people

i will stop being a geek this minutes. hahhaha ok i can't stop!

stupidface bed corner attacking me as i jumped onto my bed to check my email. a long time ago in a far off land before i was the girl i am today i was a tough girl. no sorry bed corner was gonna leave bruises on my thighs. no door was gonna stab my ribs. not even by mistake. i want my coordination back. didn't the coordination store call back? hah! i love messing with that joke

how crunk do you get when you hear the words: free satpal ram!

sidenote: finally found a pertinent use for the word crunk while listening to chan's cd

who wants me in the uae next week? please write a convincing plea to my parents. you can get their email address if you contact me. check right panel for contact chai

i wanna go! check my brother's page
SHEIKH NUH KELLER - SUFISM AND ISLAM

Friday, February 24, 2006 - Dars: 800 pm - 900 pm
Saturday, February 25, 2006 - Dars: 1030 am - 1200 pm
Break
Q&A: 100 pm - 200 pm
Break
Dars: 630 pm - 800 pm

Sunday, February 26, 2006 - (same schedule as Saturday)

Venue: LUMS (Lahore University of Management Sciences), Defence Housing Society, Lahore Student’s Lounge, just left of the Dining Center

ever since high school my friends have had crushes on my mom or dad. and for some reason they've always let me know. i'm too traumatized to talk about my mom [and i gotta get in good to go to dubai! hint hint email 'em nudge nudge] to my dad being handsome my response was always "dude, that's my dad" which has been insufficient to keep them from talking about it even when i added "happily married, with 4 kids, one of whom happens to be your age weirdo" as if that's not mortifying enough. what used to be in high school and college something my girlfriends would say is now in medical school something that my guy friends say. on finding out my result and letting me know the marks one of my friends said "give my mubarak to your family, especially your beautiful, beautiful dad" all i could say was lay off. to which he laughed. i think they bother me just because it does bother me. can anyone else relate with the beautiful parents syndrome?

it's grand that mummy buys flowers for her home. want that in me when i'm all growed up. how come coolness is not inherited?

hap happy new year! may this year bring much more goodness in your life and your family's lives

the best part of having a mini fridge to keep drinking water and milk cold is that i can drink straight out of the carton. and it really is all that it's chalked up to be. oh yeah. really. everyone needs to be drinking out of the carton

ballay ballay on a sunday sunday? honestly. what kinda whack lyrics are those?

i hate forgetting to clip my nails on friday. and then feeling the compulsion to wait until next friday to cut them. what?

j j j UMMAH MUBARAK

my cousins osmium and the other o went to spain. i saw some cool pics of some cool cars. and a bit of that architecture thrown in here and there. hah. both looking very london dungeon as opposed to that natural oaf appearance i impart to all of our family vacation pics

mummy once brought blue and turquoise wool she wanted knitted into a blanket. she gave it to her mummy who gave it to someone else who handed it over to someone else to knit it. on the blanket's return mummy wasn't satisfied with it. so she had her mummy have someone else who had another person unravel it. and then. re do it. well. still not content mummy told her mummy she didn't want it and so her mummy gave it to me! it's perfect for the summer time when the a/c makes it too cool and for the winter time when the heater can't be on the whole night. sometimes at night in the winter time when it's dry if i remove it real fast i can see blue static electricity. nice huh?

we did some ragging today on the first year students. becharay. well most of them were. the others had a really bad attitude. which would piss our class off even more and we would harass them even more than planned. at one point while i was trying to innocently (yes, innocently) walk by one of my friends was like aren't you going to join in. after i politely (yes, politely) declined he was like no you have to. they were on me like hawks and wouldn't let me pass trying to get me to bother the girls. finally i gave up and just walked over to this girl and nicely (yes, nicely) asked her name. she replied in kind. i asked where she was from. she answered. this apparently wasn't good enough so my friends got after me about being mean. i was like i don't know how to be mean. they didn't believe me. and so i had to make her sing. she did twinkle twinkle little star which she didn't know. so they made me teach her. they made me. i didn't want to be a part of this in the first place. and then they were like we don't know what's funnier. you teaching her the moves to that rhyme or her trying to follow you. punks

i'm vexed with my overall dispositions. it's bad when your own habits are annoying to you

school year just started and the cycle of getting anxious, daily headaches and not sleeping well is fully being observed

yesterday was my first day back at school. it was fun. minus the classes. we're at the new campus which adds another 15-20 min to my commute. i don't even care anymore. it's so long in the first place. if i worry about it now i won't be happy unless i live in pindi. yaar school is cool. still haven't gotten enough sleep though. das it

juuuuuuuuuummah mubarak. scrumptious lunch at tuki aunty's for the family members who went for hajj. hajj stories and meet up stories. i've decided those are preferent. first time word usage. was it correct?

i'm so glad to be home. nothing like nana ji. nothing like the adhan. nothing like your own stuff to oh wait i didn't get my luggage yet

wow. was that tiring or what? that's right. it was what. cause i passed up tiring a long time ago. everything was peachy in ga. until i actually sat in the plane. WELL. after they had boarded all of the passengers they decided they couldn't take off until another 45 minutes. that was a bad thing. seeing that i had an international flight from chicago to london within 2 hours of take off time from ga. once i arrived in chicago i literally had to run to my next gate. there were others who were huffing and puffing but luckily i was traveling light -- just my messenger bag, a book and these super soft pillow type thing. forgot what it's called. and some of you may wonder about my check in baggage. let me stun that curiosity. it didn't make it as fast as i did. kher. the plane to london was not even 1/2 full but i went to sleep immediately after take off so i wasn't able to nab a 4 seater spot to stretch out on. no matter. thank God for short asians (don't worry, i'm average height for my race) i was able to lay out on 2 seats. so the madness doesn't end there. once i arrived in london. we had an hour wait in line for connecting flights. damn you terminal 3. can anyone relate? tell me that's not the worst thing on the planet after cancer. ok i tend to hyperbolize. but you know what i'm sayin'. there was a 12 hour lay over in london. 12 hours. yeeesh. it was ugly. i was ugly. i made a few friends. these 2 americans...one sister who was in england and the other who was from cali who went to visit her. they were friendly. the one from cali has 4 sons who i wish i cared about but got to know very well. without their knowledge. also there was a desi couple from canayyyda. the hearsay information about them being a friendly people proved right. i still hold it against them. yeah i'm talking to you. anyway the lady saw my face and then said you can use my luggage to lean on and sleep. first i thought about all the stuff you hear about. i thought about cocaine lined bags. i thought about trained dogs. i thought about jail. then i went against all of that. i didn't even bother being polite and saying that initial "no, no, really, i can't" i just went with the jazakAllah kher as she inflated the head rests for me to lean on to make it comfy. man was she nice. you guys pray for her health. she told me about how she had breast cancer and was suffering from a uti. so yeah. london to pakistan was yuck. there was the food smell. the dude sitting next to me was worried i hadn't eaten. or used the bathroom. i didn't explain either. i barely spoke to him. he just moved over and said that i should lie down if i'm not feeling well. i did. i've never had a more exhausting trip. i love to travel. no doubt about that. but it's times like this i wish i could just teleport. know any secrets? hook it up

on my way back to the mothership. will write about my adventures when i make it to the other side of the pond. inshAllah

today is my day off from the world. and you will like it! i'm eating cheese and bread and fruit for breakfast. just cause. and so what if it's not strange. i'll do it anyway

seriously. i would like it if mundane little things like what i just posted about ironing were what were really plaguing my mind these days

hey ladies. needed some advice. how does one manage to not wrinkle a shalwar? i've seen some nicely ironed ones lasting for hours. how does that happen?

ben got a buzz cut and glasses. if that's not weird enough he's now government property. all of us have changed so much in the last 10 years. i'm not saying for the better or for worse. just never thought it would be like this. ya know? where were you 10 years ago? and doesn't it weird you out that you can say that?

entertaining ism

ism out on the field

on my way to ga. planning on sleeping most of the way. this time jetlag really messed me up

don't you hate it when you have some extra time and you call everyone on your list [all both of them in case of mine] and they're busy until later and then they wanna do something at the same exact time and you're overbooked? i've never been able to juggle different categories of friends so i try to lump them all together but i know them all in different contexts so it's always odd and awkward but i don't stop. that's all for today folks

eid mubarak! just got in *snore*

later on this week meant tomorrow apparently. so i'm only packing a carry on. i feel so cool traveling internationally with only one piece of check in luggage. 1/2 of which has things for broheme and chef l. nice eh? alright suckas i better start on that packing. i'm out

ok wow. today i got ditched by my parents so bad. i was supposed to return with them from lahore and the moment they met up with one of their old buddies. not that the buddy is old. but that their friendship is. anyway before i knew it i was on the bus making my way back by myself. i should be used to this by now right? well. i guess i better start packing. i leave later on this week for the u.s. inshAllah

today i got my new passport and now i'm on my way to lahore for my cousin's valima. just waiting around for my khala to drive hbiddy and ism and myself to the partay. it looks like we're gonna be a little late though and show at the wedding for all of a few minutes and then rush to the airport. it's this crazy life i lead. or rushed. i'm starting to tire out though. feels like i'm running on empty

just missed the first week of school. not exactly a good start but i've been so sick. and now i have this old lady hack. you know. the one when i start talking it gets aggravated and i'm sitting there not backing off the conversation and just coughing uncontrollably while trying to get my point across regardless of whether i'm understood. yeah. that one. jummah mubarak *cough* you guys

still sick. down with a sore throat, cough, runny nose, watery eyes, headache, random fever and difficulty breathing. can't even sleep cause i dry out

boo. i'm yucky

today we went to manora. the island off the coast of karachi where we used to live. it was great. we went on a boat ride [sun on water...beautiful]. we saw our dilapidated old house [kinda depressing]. we hung out at the beach [mmm water]. we went on a camel ride [tattooed camel said daikh magar pyar say...too many jokes off that to even divulge] and ran [or attempted to] up the light house stairs to a dizzying height. all in all it was the best way to spend the day. at night is my cousin's wedding. and i'll end it with fun times with my other cousins. couldn't have asked for more. alhumdulillah

i'm not a complicated person. loud happening music and greasy meaty foods will keep me content for hours. days even. and that's exactly what's gonna happen. i wanna squeeze in a nap and a talk about the worst manicure on the planet earth ever later. thank God for late karachi mehndis

hbiddy and i are given the flag room once again. we've had some hmmm let's just say impressive adventures in that room previously. involving many bodily fluids. i dare not go into detail. kher. we've already made a mess in the room and are ready to run amok at the dohlki tonight. awe yeah. oh yeah and happy new year's. bhangra pao

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

nothing comes easy right. without hard work you can't get anywhere. we see it in our parents. day in day out they work so hard to take care of us. how ungrateful i am that i don't even attempt to do the same. i'm not talking about attaining status in this world. i'm talking about the hereafter. to make the sacrifices and to reach for the highest. we do what we can and we assume it's enough. whereas it's really not. there's no upper limit. definitely a lower limit to how much i can sink. we justify oh we've got the basics covered. i believe. i pray. i read Quran. i fast. i give when i can. i intend to go for hajj. i'm nice to people. so yeah. i'm good to go. but what we don't realize is that sometimes what we assume is good enough we don't even know if we've got the fundamentals. a close relative of mine said what we don't sometimes accept is that Allah swt does not need us that we need Allah swt in all aspects. He can do everything without us but we cannot do anything without Him. i believe that. so why am i not living like that? probably cause it's hard. if i'm honest with myself i've started avoiding hard work because i'm afraid of failure now. which is not the type of person i want to be. i want to be the type that rises to the challenge. i don't know what happened to that side of me. it was a tad [as in very] snooty but at least i wasn't afraid of committing myself to something and then sweating it out and working through it. i hope that changes about me. every time i pray i pray i'll change. i'll change for the better inshAllah. prayer alone won't do it though. my actions. my deeds. they have to change for me to change. prayer and work side by side. so please pray for my venture for hard work

drove under phattak in lhr. i'm a local now

p.s. td and i'm not bragging!

oh man do i hate these desi soap operas? especially the ones that have all those hindu songs in the back parichparachparuchkata *head shake, head shake* karichkarachkaruchpata. ugh. like lali said. it takes himmat [courage] to sit through them

tired of this idea of "american" islam. pffft. there's only one islam. all these hang ups on identity crisis. why do people have to think they need to make up one to fit their culture? a little arrogant on their part that they need to adjust it to their needs or wants

eee! my cousin's getting married *shriek* and all the girls are gonna wear the same clothes but with different colors. we're gonna wear chunriii eee!!!

search this

ushi loaned me this sweater and these socks and now i'm all fuzzy all the time *snuggle*

the other night i was watching west side story. as in we flipped through and i recognized it instantly. and i kept returning to it and everyone in the room would ask why are we watching this? and i didn't have the courage to say because when you're a jet, you're a jet all the way! but i had to play it cool boy, real cool. ofcourse that didn't keep me from humming i like to be in america! ok by me in america! everything free in america! [broheme i know you can relate buddy boy]

link me!

now here's the coolest cat

garden gnomes are weird. not weird good. but weird you're creepin' me out man. i don't care what time it is. those grotesque features can't be cute in the day time. scary little buggers at any time of the night even. i don't know why people like them. i can't bring myself to even acknowledge why people would voluntarily make that purchase *shudder* [if you guys knew how i yelled everything i just wrote in my head it would have been a way more enjoyable post]

jummah mubarak! so this is one crazy jummah. i'm all puffy. shut up. more so than usual. actually i think i might be allergic to something. itching everywhere. and my feet and hands are swollen so much that i can't say my prayers comfortably. it shouldn't be as funny as it is to me

guy next to me had the adhan as his ringtone. dude. is that really necessary? not every call has to be the call to prayer. knowwhadamsayin'

students here scare me. last night i was crazy apprehensive about my exam today. which went well alhumdulillah. so i called up a kid i know from school and he's like listen relax yaar just study this this this. he gave me a list of maybe 10 things. out which 9 were on the exam. what the hell dude? how do they know this stuff? i. being the worrier that i am. studied everything else anyway because i didn't want to take my chances. not that i didn't trust him. just that you never know and at the end of the day you're the one who has to be in there testing alone and i don't like to miss anything. so yeah. they believe in selective studying here where they memorize the questions they know that are going to be on the exam. how they know is beyond me. my friend was probably just being stupid but he said that the guy who photocopies the exams who probably hasn't completed 10th grade helped them out. should i believe him? he did know 9 out of 10. das whack

25 days off starting tomorrow. who wants to visit me?

you remember how big what the dilly yo was? good God. glad that's over with

i'm one of those obnoxious people who don't change the subject in the subject line when replying whether the email has anything to do with the subject or not. in fact it goes on and on unless i start up another round of emails. now you know everything about me

cold clammy clinging feeling about me. maybe i'm coming down with something. maybe it's just exam anxiety

i've got an exam in a few days that i'm crazy nervous about. can i get some duas please? specifics please. even if you don't know my name Allah swt will know who you're talking about. jazakAllah kher

made a mess at aniraz's

got a mehndi to go to but no churiyaan :(

you need to check this which i ganked from my friend

jummah mubrook

i have a pretty common name. both first and last. first name's common in my country and the muslim world in general. last name's common in my country. for the 13 years i didn't live here i met nobody with my first name so when i came here to live i was always surprised and would show my excitement with an "oh, i'm a [insert real name whether first or last here] too!" not realizing how undistinguished i sounded. kher. what i was getting at is that i like my name. alhumdulillah. it's a good name. when i was introduced to a friend of mine he started reciting parts of the Quran where the woman i was named after is mentioned. that made me smile so much my cheeks hurt afterwards. he's the only one who's made me feel so special about it. and i always remember that he did. that's why we're friends. oh for other reasons too. but mostly that. if that sounds egotistical it's not supposed to. it's just an appreciation i have of someone who changed my outlook on many things but also this was a gift he gave of sorts

you guys need to go over to get yo' groove on and say something

na ah. this is my 1000th post *bow*

i've got a crush on the naked chef. i figured out why today. it's the lisp. my cousin lali said the following to the tv on my confession "i love you jamie oliver" and when i politely informed her that i was going to let the world know she's like "i did. i don't now. i'm so over him. he's so yesterday" i have witnesses. my cousin td will testify

whatchu watchin'? here's something else to look at

if i was really cool i would study. you know, the reason i got up early today. yeah

funny story about the color purple. not the movie. just the color. back in the day when we was young. much younger than today. my younger brother, broheme, and i made up ways to make fun of my younger sister, hbiddy. and by fun of i mean to make her cry. one of them was...only fat people wear purple. we only said it because she was wearing purple that day. by chance every fat person we pointed out was wearing purple that day. it served the purpose of making her cry. over the years we pushed the joke further and cemented the saying. making it impossible for that person to wear purple in order to avoid ridicule. i need to be wearing purple after what i committed this weekend

where's mah eidi at? [girls, you have to say it in a man voice with a bad attitude] oh yeah whose got eid pics? notice how non chalant i am with that "oh yeah"

jummah mubarak eid mubarak wa kul am wa antum be kher!

churiyaaaaaaaaaaan! *clink clink clink*

a friend of mine contested my cuteness as a baby. this is to forever prove it and to concrete the fact that it's in the family only

reason number 498752943590842309544 why i dig living here: masjids within walking distance

d'you know 'bout this?

Look for Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) in tonight's episode of "Rx for Survival" airing on your local PBS station.

see for a while i only had pbs while i was in college because i had the tv moved into my bedroom which i didn't like but had done by my juijitsu buddies out of spite. so this relatively huge tv was where i had a love hate relationship with pbs. love because i was watching clean educational stuff all the time every time and hate because i had only that to watch. anyway that's another story for another time dearies. wish i was watching this tonight

happy birthday ush baba ganush!
p.s. thanks for the spiffy background

living in a home dominated by women is a totally different experience. to be honest. i don't really know how to describe it. except with everything is everything. meaning there's so much drama. and i like that. so much importance is given to every little thing. if boys were around you would know they wouldn't care or show their apathy with that "oh..." whenever you said anything. but not when a buncha girls are around. i'm going to give a fake example. "oh no! i can't find my hair tie thing! why me???" everyone scatters around looking for something to tie your hair up with and most of them find something. ok that was a terrible fake example. in fact. it was a complete lie. so i'll get back to you on that example bit

just to pass the time while i'm fasting i'm going to go around smacking people *slap* and yelling silencio!

i'm not much of a sharer. and by that i mean one who shares. i know there are other definitions for this. so sharers. i like it when others are. like ushi. she's been taking care of me. she shares her bedroom, her bathroom, her blanket, even unawares her toothbrush. i kid. i kid. ok so here's to ushi. you sharer you

we hang on to a certain joke in the family during ramadan and it pulls us through every sehri. although this year i wasn't with my nuclear family i was still surrounded by family. family that understands me. family that won't let go of a joke until you can't breathe any more and you might need to start screaming so everyone quiets down just so you can let the pain in your stomach subside and add to the already beaten joke and start up laughing again. this year it stemmed from when ushi was picking up my bowl before i was done. triggering an episode where ushi and lali were on an airplane and the airhostess took her drink before it was done. in our minds what happened next was not that she politely said sorry and replaced her drink with another one [i.e. the truth] but the following...
- handed her the same can from the garbage bag
- shuffled through the bag to find a random can
saying "this is good too"
-- "this has a shade of lipstick that suits you"
-- "if i can drink from it later in the back you can too"
-- "if the kids i'm smuggling in the kitchenette don't complain, you shouldn't either"
-- and so on and so on
*phew*

the other night i slammed my left hand into the car door. pretty slick, eh? i thought so. so as my hand is shut in i'm just casually saying ow ow ow. by the time i open the door [what's bad is it wasn't slam! ok door opens. it was slam! door is still shut on my hand] there was a little dent in my knuckle initially that went away. what's really sad is i can't tell if it bruised or swelled up because my fingers look puffy at all times

jummah, jummah, jummahhh! jummah! [so what tune is that done to? any takers?]

hey you guys! do you know what day it is??? that's right! so d/l it and add iahcchai and let the games begin. if you don't know what day it is then ask ayan

what i want to know is who are you fighting for? not only yourself, i hope

make the worst coffee imagineable. must really like it to want to drink it all the time anyway. tried quitting. no cigar. started drinking this stuff with a vengence. as if it OWES me. you ever feel that way about coffee?

happy birthday lalinator. ok i know that's not a real nickname we call you but i just wanted to break away from the lali mc dali. converted to yours truly to lali mc dals. mc daal. ok i should stop. have a wonderful day and many more inshAllah

being back here reminds me of a time when we was young. not because i have many memories [i have an annoyingly horrible memory correlating with my sense of direction but that's another story for another time dearies] but because my family talks about and reminds me of our old times here. which is a good thing. one of them was our trip together to mickey d's. what i don't remember is if we had a good time there. what i do is that we had a good old time getting there. cue flashback sequence please. my taya has a driver named yakub. he was told to take us to mcdonalds. unsuspectingly he asks baji mcdunucks jana hay? not having read the word but only heard it. our family being cruel in nature and deed decided to latch onto that. every few minutes one of us would ask where we were going. poor yakub. if it wasn't mummy it was r phupo. he had to answer. bechara. to this day i can laugh and i don't think it's ever going to lose it's funniness. ofcourse we took it one step further as we always do by making up our own words. mc dondalds. mcdannas. mcdonallas. mcdopatta. and so on and so on

pajamas are mmm

participated in turbo taraweh. usually sleepy. never breathless. not this time though

for the next few weeks i'm here in lhr at my phupo's place to study. on my way here i use the infamous daewoo bus. it starts from pindi and reaches here 4.5 hours flat. there's a daewoo express that takes you from f8 isb to pindi for rs20. so i hopped onto one of those and we were on our way through the dustiest and fastest way to pindi with the windows down. i found myself in a layer of dust and sweat. neither of which were mine. dust gave me a headache. the sweat was just ugh. i must have absorbed the sweat of the previous person who sat there through my clothes. ill

watching the news has become debilitating so i'm doing what everyone else is doing. keeping on with my work. but there are moments in my day where i have to stop and think there are people who thought they were going to live the next instant and didn't. a major twist in my perspective. trying to put more value in my time

when i'm all growed up this is where i want to be

i enjoy taking pics of people eating. if you're eating then i'm probably observing you with that glazed look. if only it wasn't weird to frame pics of people eating. i'm trapped in a society that won't understand me. a hostage!

living with your grandparents 101. the secret is to use your memory to your advantage. remember the stories. remember what happened. remember when it happened. remember where it happened. remember whom it happened to. remember how it happened. remember why it happened. remember when to laugh. remember what made them tell the story in the first place. pay attention to the stories in the beginning. when they are in a gathering re telling a good story you can chime in and give pertinent details as they pause to remember themselves. this not only keeps the story at a good pace at a party but also gets you in good with your grandfather. it has to be done in a classy way though. time it right. and know the mood of the situation. you're not smart so quit being a smartass. these only come with living with them. and that is how you can be a good granddaughter on the sly when you're pushed for time you can spend with them thanks to stupid med suckool. classes will resume shortly after break. there will be a pop quiz

be honest. how many bugs have met their doom at your monitor?

what's more ridiculous to observe? a scrawny man with a painted on the body glove shirt or big burly dude with white gloves on a motorbike worried about tanning his hands. or. like in my mind. there is no comparison

oh mah goo'ness. is hello the best pic exchange program or what? if you guys don't have it. download it. if you do. download it again anyway. it is that good. anyway y'all need to send me pics. and i'll send some back. this is all in practice for the official pic exchange day which is on october 27th. it was established some time last week when yasminay came up with this fantastic idea. mashAllah what a genius. i am humbled. ok so my id on there is iahcchai. get to it. this is gonna be fun. trust me. i know about these things

smalls has a friend j who introduced us to a made up word: ala ka duz duz. so it sounds dumb. it's because it is. but you'll randomly say it over and over again. and that makes it funny. or so i think

last night i got dolled up for a party and realized i don't have that many intermediate clothes. i'm at both extremes. super shiney shadi silks and casual cottons. can anyone else empathize?

yesterday we were over at lil grey's place. we as in aniraz and i. aniraz officially named a drink lil grey made. it's called [insert lil grey's real name]'s redemption. now THAT is a cool name. for a classy lady's deadly drink. ow! i'm going to have to find a reason to go over again. ideas?

ok wow. the first 10 days of ramadan are over with. i believe these are the days of mercy. so why aren't i taking advantage of this again? already behind on my goals which isn't a good sign but i got a master plan. although by definition master plans aren't supposed to work out what i mean is i've got a game plan. it includes sleeping little to no hours. wheee! jummah mubarakain holmes

using my baby cuteness for awesomeness not evil. remember when that 1/2 was equally important in your age? happy 6th and 1/2 birthday liver!

we're watching dramas late at night with my cousins and one of my cousins tries to catch me up with some of the background. there's this woman. for our purposes she'll be known as the woman. alright what follows is what my cousin is dictating to me. first they both loved each other and she was expecting his child and then he married someone else. although they weren't married because his mother wanted him to marry the other woman. then he got divorced from the other woman and then he got married to the first one he loved and after that the child was born. all within 9 months. so when the child was born his chacha killed the child because all of the property was under the child's name and the chacha wanted the property. after that. the woman was very hurt and she divorced her husband who's brother had killed her child. then she started working with this other person. then that [sic]. she got to know she was pregnant again. this is after the divorce. when she went to the ex husband he denied that the child was his. so she got married to that person that she was working with. when the ex husband got to know via DNA paternity test he wanted to marry the woman again. the woman divorced her co worker husband and married her ex husband again. then there was a misunderstanding between them. because he thought that the woman started liking the co worker ex husband again because she used to meet him very often. because of the misunderstanding the ex husband divorced the woman. after that. they got to know that the new child had gotten bone cancer and they needed bone marrow of the child's sibling. so what was required was another child with the ex husband. so the woman remarried for the 3rd time the ex husband. then the woman had a child and they transplanted the bone marrow and lived a happy life. only for a few months. then the baby that donated the bone marrow got kidnapped by the wife of the chacha who had killed their first child. so the woman re divorced her ex husband and re married for the 3rd time her co worker ex husband. and had a child with her co worker ex husband. bus. so we're still waiting. the grand total is 5 divorces and 3 marriages per ex husband. for some reason i always thought that people watched dramas to unwind. i wouldn't say that that's exactly light

ok i think i've seen a different version of this. a friend of mine sent this to me last night when i was telling her about this idiot at school. enjaaai!
dear God
i pray for wisdom to understand stupid people
to love them and to forgive them
and i pray for patience for their arrogance
because, dear God, if i pray for strength
i know i'll beat 'em to death

only 4 people responded? you can't shell out 5 bones? right then

you know i'm no eloquent writer. so i'm going to give it to you straight. alright so my family is buying blankets and tents. winter is coming. in order to provide aid for those people who have lost their homes we need your help. this is miniscule. but we are trying. we could use some help. if you can help it is much appreciated. the blankets are at rs 270 (approximately 5 bucks) and the tents are for rs 7000 (about $120). i'm giving round figures not because i am casual about this but because transportation and distribution of such materials is going to cost as well. this is just a drop in the bucket but inshAllah it will help. please do what you can. contact me at youareemailingchai@yahoo.com. e-mail me and we'll sort it out. i can give you a u.s. address to send your donations to as well. or if you would rather donate to a relief organization that is well known then do that. please do something. if you can't donate money then at least pray for those who are less fortunate than yourself. please. we need you. jazakAllah