I often catch myself saying the following:
'What am I doing? WHY AM I LIKE THIS? I'm so weird!'
As often as.... 3 times a day? I like being a little bit off, though. It makes me feel like I boldly go places where no man has gone before. It's a small step for me, but one giant leap for man. Sound familiar? You have 10 seconds on the clock to Name That Quote!
Okayyy..I'm done now. I bring this up because I have an odd habit of mending a disagreement with my parents. It always works. I've been doing it for years now, and it's never failed me. Basically, when I'm upset, I make a series of loud noises, such as wailing, banging, breaking, a sigh of frustration, throwing plastic things at the mirror for a loud plink and various other irritating sounds. This will eventually lure my mother into my room where after ten minutes of conversation, crying, hugging, and laughing, I win. :) It's fool proof. Also, I'm the baby of the family so I can get away with it.
Last night I won myself a ticket to Kuwait for Thursday August 26th. Score? 74-3. I'm extremely excited to spend the last 10 days of Ramadan there, because it's always a wonderful experience going to the Masjid Al-Kabir, where Sheikh Rashid Al Afasy is blaring on the sound system. Islam is awesome.
People who put religion in a box are Kureiji morons. Just because you're religious, doesn't mean you have to check your common sense at the door!
Smart Mouths.
22.8.10
20.8.10
A Little Pick-Me-Up
This is a bit old, but it never fails to make me laugh. Enjoy!
Saturday Night Live's Census Parody ft. Fred Armisen
ps: I should mention that today is my father's 5oth. :)
Saturday Night Live's Census Parody ft. Fred Armisen
ps: I should mention that today is my father's 5oth. :)
15.8.10
Dil Dil Pakistan
Yesterday was Friday the 13th. Months that start on Sundays usually have Friday the 13ths. Whateverrrr, I'm not superstitious. I'm religious! ;)
I'm pretty bad at birthdays. I used to be so great with them, but now I feel like I've lost my touch. My brother's 19th birthday came and passed, and I haven't done a thing for him other than make him the subject of some ugly pictures. I feel pretty guilty, and I have to make up for it. Also, my lovely cousin Dina's 18th birthday passed, and I haven't given her anything even though she threw me a surprise party with a limo and the works. WHY DO I SUCK? My dad's 5oth birthday is next week, and my mom's 39th is the week after that. Please, lord, let me come into some money to make up for my birthday Grinchness.
I'm looking into starting a radio show when I move to Kuwait. It would be awesome, and I'm dying to do it. I would educate the Kuwaity taste in music, that I guarantee. Also, TV is overrated. The radio adds more mystery and I'm less likely to get in trouble for what I say if no one knows who I really am xD I plan on being the less annoying, less pessimistic, more attractive, and more intelligent Rush Limbaugh of Kuwaiti Radio. We'll see how this cookie crumbles.
Ramadan 1431 (or 2010) has commenced, and so far so good. I'm not really hungry this year. Well, last year I wasn't hungry at all because Dina and me cheated. We ordered Hardee's half an hour before sunrise, and slept until 5 p.m. or so, minutes before sunset. It was ridiculously non-spiritual, and we had to make up for a LOT of prayers. This year, I'm not cramming. The fact that we don't have any food at either house other than condensed milk, peanut butter, and spices that lived in boxes for a year now is helping. I'm not missing any prayers, my mom and me are doing an excellent job of unpacking, and our pool turned green from no chlorine. (RHYYYME!)
Recommendation: The Wish Maker by Ali Sethi, a young Pakistani author who shines a whole new light on growing up in Lahore, Pakistan. He tells the story of Zaki Shirazi, a boy growing with his mother, Zakia, his grandmother, Daadi, and his cousin, Samar. His father passed away in a PAF plane accident, leaving him the man of the house. We learn everyone's back stories and how they affect Zaki, and the Mississauga reference makes me squeal. It's an excellent read, and Ali presents a fresh style of writing, albeit it may initially seem as a bit ambiguous. It's what to read after The Kite Runner. Ali strengthens my want to go visit Pakistan in the near future.* I give The Wish Maker an 8/10.
It's 2:13 a.m. and I can't decide between drinking water now, or in 20 hours.
Isn't that Kureiji?
* I'm not talking about you, Sadiq, because you've yet to tell me how it's going! :)
I'm pretty bad at birthdays. I used to be so great with them, but now I feel like I've lost my touch. My brother's 19th birthday came and passed, and I haven't done a thing for him other than make him the subject of some ugly pictures. I feel pretty guilty, and I have to make up for it. Also, my lovely cousin Dina's 18th birthday passed, and I haven't given her anything even though she threw me a surprise party with a limo and the works. WHY DO I SUCK? My dad's 5oth birthday is next week, and my mom's 39th is the week after that. Please, lord, let me come into some money to make up for my birthday Grinchness.
I'm looking into starting a radio show when I move to Kuwait. It would be awesome, and I'm dying to do it. I would educate the Kuwaity taste in music, that I guarantee. Also, TV is overrated. The radio adds more mystery and I'm less likely to get in trouble for what I say if no one knows who I really am xD I plan on being the less annoying, less pessimistic, more attractive, and more intelligent Rush Limbaugh of Kuwaiti Radio. We'll see how this cookie crumbles.
Ramadan 1431 (or 2010) has commenced, and so far so good. I'm not really hungry this year. Well, last year I wasn't hungry at all because Dina and me cheated. We ordered Hardee's half an hour before sunrise, and slept until 5 p.m. or so, minutes before sunset. It was ridiculously non-spiritual, and we had to make up for a LOT of prayers. This year, I'm not cramming. The fact that we don't have any food at either house other than condensed milk, peanut butter, and spices that lived in boxes for a year now is helping. I'm not missing any prayers, my mom and me are doing an excellent job of unpacking, and our pool turned green from no chlorine. (RHYYYME!)
Recommendation: The Wish Maker by Ali Sethi, a young Pakistani author who shines a whole new light on growing up in Lahore, Pakistan. He tells the story of Zaki Shirazi, a boy growing with his mother, Zakia, his grandmother, Daadi, and his cousin, Samar. His father passed away in a PAF plane accident, leaving him the man of the house. We learn everyone's back stories and how they affect Zaki, and the Mississauga reference makes me squeal. It's an excellent read, and Ali presents a fresh style of writing, albeit it may initially seem as a bit ambiguous. It's what to read after The Kite Runner. Ali strengthens my want to go visit Pakistan in the near future.* I give The Wish Maker an 8/10.
It's 2:13 a.m. and I can't decide between drinking water now, or in 20 hours.
Isn't that Kureiji?
* I'm not talking about you, Sadiq, because you've yet to tell me how it's going! :)
14.8.10
My Preccccccccccciooouuuuuuss
I've been absent for a while, haven't I? That's because I kept trying to log in to Blogger but I kept spelling my name wrong and just realized it now. I feel so blonde.
On Sunday, I came back from a pleasant trip to Amman, Jordan. It was fantastic! We (my brother and me) stayed at my super-strict grandpa's place and snuck in late many times. It was awesome. We went paintballing on the mountains with cousins and friends (which I'm flipping awesome at, thanks to my heritage), dancing on another mountain, climbing old Roman coliseums, eating insane amounts of ice cream to beat the heat, and was a plain old teenager with my cousins. The ironic thing was that my brother and me went to Jordan to escape the Egyptian heat, only to find out that it was even hotter in Jordan, and there was no air conditioning. We could barely sleep without putting ice down our backs and taking cold showers. It was fun, though. I'd rather be uncomfortable but happy than comfortable and miserable.
Speaking of comfort, we finally moved to our villa. It's great, but my parents are peeved that we have no TV. We have TVs and everything, but we can't figure out how to hook up the satellites. My dad blew up something technical yesterday that somehow lead to all of us sleeping in my room. Eh, that's cool. I'm afraid of being alone anyway. Plus, the air conditioners are new and therefore emit odd wheezing sounds, sort of like Gollum laughing. It's too creepy to deal with on my own. I'm such a baby; and to think I'm going to university in a matter of weeks. Big steps, man.
I got Black Berry service for $5 a week. Tell me that isn't Kureiji!
On Sunday, I came back from a pleasant trip to Amman, Jordan. It was fantastic! We (my brother and me) stayed at my super-strict grandpa's place and snuck in late many times. It was awesome. We went paintballing on the mountains with cousins and friends (which I'm flipping awesome at, thanks to my heritage), dancing on another mountain, climbing old Roman coliseums, eating insane amounts of ice cream to beat the heat, and was a plain old teenager with my cousins. The ironic thing was that my brother and me went to Jordan to escape the Egyptian heat, only to find out that it was even hotter in Jordan, and there was no air conditioning. We could barely sleep without putting ice down our backs and taking cold showers. It was fun, though. I'd rather be uncomfortable but happy than comfortable and miserable.
Speaking of comfort, we finally moved to our villa. It's great, but my parents are peeved that we have no TV. We have TVs and everything, but we can't figure out how to hook up the satellites. My dad blew up something technical yesterday that somehow lead to all of us sleeping in my room. Eh, that's cool. I'm afraid of being alone anyway. Plus, the air conditioners are new and therefore emit odd wheezing sounds, sort of like Gollum laughing. It's too creepy to deal with on my own. I'm such a baby; and to think I'm going to university in a matter of weeks. Big steps, man.
I got Black Berry service for $5 a week. Tell me that isn't Kureiji!
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