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! :)