It could ONLY happen to me!

I must backtrack the past week and a half going back to the weekend before last. I was supposed to get a kitten and I was really excited (me? a cat?) and I thought I had all the bases covered. All except one: my empty apartment. Because the kitten is so young, and he would demand a lot of attention, I had to give him up (??) before I even adopted him. It was for the better really, for his own good. But it didnt stop me from thinking: I am SUCH a committment phobe I cant even get a CAT! I kept thinking, "Oh my God, Im ALWAYS going to have this cat, I'll never be alone" etc.

Pathetic, I know. Just for fun, here are some of the comments I got from friends and fam when I told them about the kitten.

Pa: You know you're going to have to pet it.
(????)

Noreen: Farah's getting a cat!
Jim: This is Farah right?
(HA .. HAA... HAAAA.. :P)

Mimi (my sis): Im NEVER coming to your apt ever if you get a cat!
---hey, if I knew it was that easy...

Ma: FARAH! SHUTTUP! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT GETTING A CAT!
(I swear -- its on my voicemail.. I should post it! ahahaa)

Anyway, I really got attached to him. He was soooo adorable. But it would hurt more to have to give him up because I couldnt give him enough of my time. He'd already been returned once and the ladies who were keeping him cried when he left. Apparently, I wasnt the only one who was attached.

Last week was really cool. Short weeks before holidays are always fun. My family came over to my place for Thanksgiving Dinner. Yes, I cooked. Funny thing happened with me and my stove --- apparently my landlady hadnt checked it before giving the apartment to me and I automatically assumed it worked... well it didnt... doesnt. So here I am... hours before dinner with a raw bird on my table and no oven. My landlady was away on vacation, too. But she was really sweet and called her bro to come unlock her apartment upstairs so I could use her oven to cook my turkey. I wasnt too comfortable, but really had no choice. Everything ended up being fine and the turkey was UH-AMAZING!

I had a great time with my family all weekend, shopping, watching movies, 10 card Rummy. My mom sis and I watched Dhoom 2 on Friday night. It was a COMPLETE remake of Mission Impossible 2, but it was a good movie.

I miss my baby boos. Hanna went to Pakistan. She'll be there for about another week and a half. I hope the children stay healthy iA.

Have you seen Prison Break?? HAWT guys!!!! The season finale is tonight. Im going to go watch it. I think ive been boring enough....

Extremely tired girl

I havent even had the chance to make a post. Busy with work (commuting is starting to suck -- actually its because of the short daylight hours), busy with family, I dont have time for friends... I dont have time to wash dishes, I have spoiled milk in my refrigerator from Oct 10th thats now probably really good cheese -- so busy I havent had the time to dump it out as yet, Im late for fajr, just wasting time...and Im making Thanksgiving Dinner this year --- yay! :)

...and the 411 on my turkey: if you dont know.. then you just dont know! Masha'Allah.

~back for a real post sometime after the holidays~

Wounds

Healing from within.

The human body is an amazing creation. All the means of recovery can be found within. When we injure ourselves, whether it be a cut, burn, bruise, or break, our bodies respond in recovery. At the site of the wound, the first response is to wall off or conceal the exposed area from the outside with massive amounts of inflammatory cells rushing to the site. The area swells up, becomes inflammed, a scab is formed, cells eventually begin to regenerate, slowly the wound heals from the inside out. We heal but we're never really cured. Bones are never as strong again leaving you vulnerable in that spot and excess scar tissue can, in and of itself, cause complications.

We have the same response when we are hurt emotionally. Our initial response is to wall ourselves off, completely shutdown, and our friends rush to our aide and try and contain the damage. Then slowly with time, you generate a thicker skin, or a scab, and hope you're never hurt again in the same way.

But we never really heal. We're, in fact, even more susceptible to injury than we ever were before, and every pain we endure we think we'll never be hurt that way again, yet every subsequent pain is enough to make us forget the one before it. It doesnt create new wounds, it opens up old ones.

The worst wounds are self-inflicted. We put ourselves in certain situations we know we're better off avoiding altogther. If our bodies never heal properly, do we ever really learn from our mistakes? If it doesnt kill us, does it really make us stronger? Could we have learned to ride a bike without falling? Can we find love without finding hurt first? Should we make people aware of our wounds so that they are more careful? Or would that only give people more ammunition against us?

I think the identity of the person we're destined to be with is the one who knows our wounds but does not let them become our weakness.

Oh... THAT traffic jam!

OK, so I usually take public transportation to work every morning, but I have to be somewhere EXTREMELY important tonight iA,(well let's hope it works out for tonight) If it all goes down then be assured you will hear about it right here on this blog!, so I drove into work today. BIG MISTAKE. I wasnt late or anything at all, I just got stuck in traffic -- thanks for keeping me company guys for those who texted me in my time of neeed -- but heres the silly part. Im watching the morning news and they always do the weather and traffic report every, what, 8 minutes or something... I WATCH IT RELIGIOUSLY, but Im blinded by the traffic girl's ring (ok YES thats the only reason I watch the traffic report--- oh! and her outfits because she always looks so polished) so Im totally not paying attn but I vaguely rememeber her saying something about a traffic block... and OH, HA, yeah.. I got stuck in it. So, I couldnt help but laugh -- if you were on 95 south this morning, yes that was my car stereo you heard blaring -- Its a Pioneer guys -- EVEN Surah Baqra sounds TIGHT with all the bass.

Ok, Im getting to my point.........

ok that was my point -- stuck in traffic, didnt have to be.. but oh well.

So im in traffic having this complete DEJA VU.. havent I done this before? (I drive in to work like once a month???)... YES, YES, I HAVE seen this before...Ive been stuck behind the same black Chrysler Sebring with the tinted windows and the bumper sticker that reads: GUNS DONT KILL PEOPLE. DRIVERS WITH CELLPHONES DO (as Im texting -- perfect. haha --- it was a mile an hour.. we werent goin' anywhere fast.)




...okay I was finishing up some cases and now I dont remember where I was going with this..

...

.... ok, screw it. it'll come to me later..Friday, again... already. I'll be home all weekend long... preparing a report (that I actually cant wait to start!!!!) and preparing for a meeting.... and adding more "homey" touches to the apartment.

...ok its going to bother me now FOREVER.......see this is a case of too much to say.. not enough time... not enough short term memory storage..


HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!

Wait, What? Who? Did I miss something?

VIRGO

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Partnership energy might be making a companion of yours more boastful and cocky than before. Your attention to this person could be a sign of a growing fondness. If this is the one, you must embrace it with everything you've got.


TWO WORDS: BULL SHHHH! :P

How GAY is that? -- Its PAYDAY Thursday!

Sheesha (mirror) - useful

Smokin' sheesha (hookah) with friends once in a blue moon - FABULOUS!

Having a nicotine addiction - how GAY is that!!!

Mere Mehboob Tujhe - Mohammad Rafi, Mere Mehboob (1963)

Mere mehboob tujhe meri mohabbt ki kasam
Phir mujhe nargisi ankhon ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

Ae mere khwab ki tasbir meri jaan-e-ghazal
Zindagi meri tujhe yaad kiye jaati hai
Raat din mujhko satata hai tasavur tera
Dil ki dhadkan tujhe awaaz diye jaati hai
Aa mujhe apni sadaon ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazzara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

Bhool sakti nahin ankhen woh suhana manzar
Jab tera husn mere ishq se takraya tha
Aur phir raha mein bikhre the hazaron naghme
Meri woh naghme teri awaaz ko de aaya tha
Shazedil ko unhi geeton ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

Yaad hai mujhko meri umr ki pehli woh gadi
Teri ankhon se koi jaam piya tha maine
Mere rug rug mein koi barqse lehrai thi
Jab tere marmari haathon ko chua tha maine
Aa mujhe phir unhi haathon ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

Maine ik baar teri ek jhalak dekhi hai
Meri hasrat hai ke mein phir tera deedar karoon
Tere saaye ko samajh kar mein haseen Taj Mahal
Chandni raat me nazaronse tujhe pyar karoon
Apni mehki hui zulfon ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

Dhoond tha hoon tujhe har raah mei har mehfil mein
Thak gaye hai meri majboor tamanna ki kadam
Aaj ka din meri umeed ki hai aakhri din
Kal na jaane mei kahan aur kahan tu hai sanam
Do ghadi apni nigahon ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

Saamne aa ke zara parda utha de rukh se
Ik yahi mera ilaaj-e-ghum-e-tanhai hai
Teri furqat ne pareshaan kiya hai mujhko
Ab to milja ke meri jaan pe ban aayi hai
Dil ko bhooli hui yaadon ka sahara dede
Mera khoya hua rangeen nazara dede
Mere mehboob tujhe

When I was younger, my parents had a VHS tape filled with just songs and dialogue from old movies. This movie was one whose songs I fell in love with. I never had the opportunity to watch the movie, but I just joined Blockbuster Online (think Netflix) and they have tons of Bollywood movies, and so I watched this the other night. I highly recommend it. It was EXACTLY what I expected it to be. The songs are all amazing, the acting is believable, and the story is very cute.

Basically, it is a case of mistaken identity, which was common during the practice of burqa Im sure. The purity of love between the two main characters will give you goose bumps.

Yeah, Im on an Oldie-But-Goldie movie kick right now. Next on my list: Sargam.

Whats your Seduction Style?

Your Seduction Style: The Dandy

You're a non-traditionalist, not limited by gender roles or expectations. Your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories. It's hard to pin you down, and that's what's fascinating about you. You have the psychology of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.

What Is Your Seduction Style?

Ruffiez wasnt an option for seduction style so I improvised. LOL. Oh and my candy heart would say "Whatever" haha.

CAN YOU TELL IM AN INSOMNIAC? The PakiestDude can.. He's bored too... but look at where he works: http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZfzFL3_9FAo

Do you drive like a woman or a man?

Your Driving Is is: 58% Male, 42% Female

According to studies, you drive both like a guy and a girl. This means you're a pretty average driver, with typical quirks. Occasionally you're frustrated and or a little reckless, but that's the exception - not the norm.

Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?

Honestly, I thought I'd turnout to be more of a guy driver than just 58% but oh well. Ive been in a few accidents back in the day, just not enough space to blog about even the top 10.

To My First Love...

"Maybe it's intuition
but some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes, I see my future in an instant
And there it goes,
I think I found my best friend
I know that it might sound
more than a little crazy
but I believe...
I knew I loved you before I met you" - Savage Garden

Happy 4th Birthday to the sweetest nephew ever -- soo cute, mA, when he's chanting the Eagles' chant. Born during sehri on a Jummah in Ramadan, I saw him when he was only 4 hours old, the cutest thing in his incubator he stared at me with inquisitive eyes as if to say, "What next??" Our world waited long enough and its never been the same. Its even hard to think back to a time before his time. May Allah (swt) bless him with a very pious and prosperous life -- Ameen.

My boy sports a McNabb jersey and is mA learning spoken Arabic. He'll beat you in the number of Surahs he knows by heart mA (my unborn children have competition already!) and if you're a Cowboys fan BEWARE. He'll make you laugh til your sides hurt and tears completely soak the front of your shirt.

My favorite Idrees story:
My sister tells him what a husband is by example: his Baba, his Phoppa Jee, his Thayya Abbu. He quizzically asks, "Who's Farah Khala's husband?" LOL!

We have hugging wars and kissing competitions: he wins everytime. It started with Elmo and big trucks, progressed to Power Rangers. For now girls have cooties (his Khalas dont count), and I like it that way.. He's going to be a girl magnet, though, you can see it in his eyes. But he'll forever and always be a Khala magnet.
~Reese & Farah Khala....fo lyfe!

Window Shopping vs Bargain Hunting

Laadli88 (8:36:12 PM): im reading ur damn blog lol
Farah979 (8:36:02 PM): hahahhaa
Laadli88 (8:36:42 PM): ...how gay is that
Laadli88 (8:36:43 PM): hahaha
Laadli88 (8:36:43 PM): sike

Who needs enemies when you have sisters that hold nothing back?? I said make me laugh jerkness, not make me laugh at MYSELF!! And making fun of my BLOG is where I draw the line! :P

I have two rules of engagement:

Rule #1: If your goodies do not come in their original packaging with a lifetime guarantee then they're not going home with me! They can sit on the refurbished items shelf for a shopper used to shopping on a budget just a while longer: past their expiration date already what difference would another day make?

Do people develop a habit of bargain shopping and figure they cant afford to upgrade? Do some people simply prefer artificial sweetners to the real deal? But if antiques are worth more with time, houses appreciate in value, and a used VOLVO totally trumps a new FORD, then is it worth the second look?


Rule #2: Anything that takes so much effort isnt worth the effort after all.

This needs no explanation. Its always easier to shop locally than to make the wasted effort of looking elsewhere and possibly coming back empty-handed. But, are there some risks in life worth taking? If you missed a great deal, but you didnt know about it, was it still a great deal? Why do we only notice something better after we've already committed to an item? Should we save all reciepts and go back for the difference? Or should we just relish in our expensive find and call it a lesson learned?

Monday

Rainy, grey, dark and dreary: i love days like this.

My weekend was great (all weekends ending in an Eagles win is a great weekend!): lots of more pics to put up, so I will post them in a separate post.

Have you ever had soo much to say you feel overwhelmed and cant find the right way to start things off? Yeah, thats my dilemma right now: too much going on, not enough time. Maybe tonight I'll find the best words...and then I'll change this post, again.

Dumped and Bumped - The Friend Ship Has Left the Dock

"Im friends with the exes from relationships that werent serious." - LB

Its funny this conversation about remaining friends with exes comes up at work as I had just watched the Sex and the City episode where Carrie ponders friendship with an ex. (Season 2, episode 6 -- the one where Carrie goes out to a "friendly" lunch with Big, the love of her life, and he tells her he's engaged and she FLIPS out, calling out the emotionally constipated man who suddenly isnt so stuck in a rut anymore)

There is no protocol, nothing carved in stone as to what happens next. There are, however, serveral million guide books and self-help books (and several PhD thesises that have been written on this very subject, Im sure) and each one will say the same thing.

For me, its simple: Friends have a very special place in my heart. If a relationship happens to not work out for whatever reason, it was not meant to be, and keeping the pace with that person is unbalanced, unnecessary, and a waste of time. (Like there arent enough OTHER people in this world to talk to!)Friendships are relationships the biggest kind being the obvious between a wife and her husband, second only to the one between a mother and her child.

Am I saying it cant be done? Of course not: my co-worker gets dumped and bumped to first class for her next trip ("pilot guy"). People sometimes say, "I couldnt stand him during our relationship, but as friends, we have a great time. I wonder what went wrong." Don't belittle yourself and question why something that seems pleasant now, didnt work out before. The reason is simple: once you strip away emotion and meaning -- you can get along with EVERYONE!

Your emotions are as unique to you as are your fingerprints -- and your entitlement to your emotions is as much as your soul is to God. Own your emotions, be proud of who you are and dont compromise your emotions to be in a friendship that means nothing. Don't confuse civilty with friendship. If so, you might as well make friends with your rag doll, it'd be the same thing. In the end, its plain and simple: the friend ship has left the dock, and you chose not to be on it. Any and all relations have left with it.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006 when...

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you. (OK, we're ALL guilty of this at my work place -- constantly IMing each other from the NEXT cubicle because we're trying to be invisible!!)

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen. (whatthehelliswrongwiththisworld.com)

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile.
: )

12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list

AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.

How GAY is that?????

Ok, new tradition: to make my Thursday posts even more interesting for everyone to read I shall start a new tradition of making every Thursday "How GAY is that????" post day!

I will start with two entries just for today being the initiation of this day.


1.) You people reading this and commenting to me about it all day long and never commenting on my blog: How GAY is that?!?!

2.) Falsely accusing someone of giving cold shoulders: How GAY is that??! ;P

Stupid stupid waste of time!

"A man curses because he doesn't have the words to say what is on his mind."
-Malcolm X

It is now a scientific fact, proved beyond reasonable doubt, that Malcolm X was not punjabi. Believe me, at times, no other words will do.

Kind of like yesterday. Im so angry I cant even blog about it! What a wasted trip!


Anyway, after I got back into the city from my trip I HAD to go shopping to calm down and I went to a different mall near my apartment looking for a bag to take to work (Yes, I needed another bag because almost all of mine didnt zip at the top and I hate being in the city with an open bag where people can either pull stuff out, or put something in) and I FOUND ONE!!!! *yay* Its a pretty black tote, large enough to carry everything I need to take with me, and sleek enough to not look like a duffle bag.

Mission accomplished.


Ok, I cannot get over how quickly weeks go by here. Is it just me or is everyone feeling this? Is it just me or was it not just Thursday like two days ago?? Last Thursday was payday and usually the lag week (this week) drags but thats not the case.

I hate to move forward always looking back, but I cant help but think back to my first job (previous job) and I remember the days/weeks going by really quickly there, too, in the beginning. Time at work just FLIES by. I get there at usually 7:45am, I screen my non-gynecological slides, if its my needle day - I go on a couple of procedures and look up and its 2pm!

Im going home to Bury this weekend: my friend from school is having a baby and Saturday is her baby shower!! Im super happy for the couple. They truly deserve it.

Maybe I should get a cat? Which makes no sense at all seeing as how I loathe cats and I have allergies (not to mention half my family does too). I would get a dog, but they're too needy. Cats are not needy. Cats are mean. Did I mention I loathe cats?

POS GROOM

OMG! OMG! OMG!

One of my friends from school was getting married in December and everything was set, everything was paid for and two days ago her fiance ended it all.

THE BOY BROKE UP WITH HER A MONTH FROM THEIR WEDDING!

The kicker: she put him through GRAD school.

My World

Lauren: You're too in your own head to let yourself enjoy anything!

Pshh. Whatever. You dont know me! :P

Mimi: hey Farry-tale. thats your new name cuz you live in a make-believe world in which you secretly hold out hope for happily ever after.

Pa: Beta, of all my daughters I worry about you the most. You dont spend enough time on this planet.

.::ouchhh::.


...NO COMMENT...

Bronch, Sweet

(I wish I could preface this entry with suspense music...)
I went to the Bronch suite all by myself today. *yay* Go me, mA!!
When I first started work, this area of FNAs was the most intimidating for me. Mainly because you really have to know your stuff and you have to be assertive, confident, quick, etc., and also because this one brilliant doctor rolls with an entourage and groupie residents/fellows who jump on you the minute you get the sample to see if its positive or not.

Now, my job is to assess adequacy and to make sure the doctor got what he was intending to needle. (ie: if he's absolutely bet-his-first-born-son sure theres carcinoma in the lung and all I see are normal bronchial cells then obviously I have to tell him he didnt get the mass)

Im comfortable with going to two of our four main sites (ultrasound, and endoscopy) so when it came time to go to the Bronch suite, it was either me... or... me. And honestly, I hadnt been up there in awhile but I was getting restless and I wanted to try it on my own, so I went, scared and all.

I got there with enough time to set up, and then I prepared the first sample and looked at it under the microscope: JACKPOT!!! DING DING DING DING DING!! Im ecstatic, because its like WHOAH positive, but my job,in the most diplomatic way possible, is to let the doc know he's in the right area without tipping him off that its positive so that he prematurely pulls out and closes up shop. My job is to have the doc go back for a decent sample.

Then the brilliant doctor asks me, "Are we in the right spot?" Crap. I dont even know what my name is anymore .... ... .... so I tell him, "Wherever it is that you are.. just keep going back there for more!" Slowly his entourage creep over and I scream out, "I'd like [Brilliant Doc] to see this." He says, "Oh yeah. Thats very abnormal".

"But, can I pleaseee have some more, plz?" -- so I get two more samples and then he calls it quits. I take it down to my people (director of cytology) and she calls it adequate and positive!!!! yayy!!!

Thus ended my first Bronch needle by myself... sweet!

Is it Friday yet?

I dont know how I woke up this morning. I dont know when I fell asleep last night. Is it possible to wake up when you never really went to sleep at all? Stranger still, how do I still manage to have the weirdest dreams while in limbo between this sleep/awake state?

The dream was bizarre and I didnt remember it until I was on the train and it made me gasp, "That's right, I do remember that happening!" causing the old guy sitting next to me to be brutally ripped from his sleep (which from his harsh reaction I take it was obviously a good dream not having anything to do with his wife -- yikes!)

The dream needs no analysis because it was a pretty clear sign. I just remember being really shocked, and really confused. It came out of nowhere: I guess you never really know people, do you? How could we when we really dont know ourselves either, if that makes any sense.

So anyway, the dream was a confession and Im left to wonder am I better in having found out now, or am I meant to accept it and be okay with it. I suppose I wasnt too far off my mark... its just still funny to me.

Ok, I know this post wont make sense, and Im the last person you want to ask because it doesnt make sense to me either.

Anyway, it was a pretty cool weekend, not too much going on. Im such a complete fob: I went to see Umrao Jaan in the theatre yesterday. It was a good movie, really sad, loved the outfits, Aishwarya is gorgeous. My only confusion about the movie is how ultimately she is a courtesan but she prays fajr in one scene and they say "Salaam", "Khuda Hafiz", and this Molvi Saab is like her "father" yet doesnt keep her from selling herself.

I dont know maybe I missed something, but it was a different movie, long, but different. I remember thinking Im glad I didnt see it with my parents, although sitting next to Uncle and Auntie Jee was still pretty embarrassing.

Coffee, didnt I get coffee this morning? I thought Id stand in line forever at McDonalds (cant beat 0.69 for any size). I guess they were short staffed, but at first I thought it was because the shirt Im wearing makes me look like I work at Wendys. (its not logo-ed or anything, its just a button down light blue with a cardigan vest thats navy blue)

Here we go, another week. Have a good Monday!

Changing Trains

As I waited for my train out of the city Friday night to come back home I couldnt help but notice all the trains coming through the busy station. I was late getting out and I thought I had missed my last train, when in fact, I hadnt. I began thinking and before I knew it I was comparing trains to relationships. Trains during rush hour are a dime a dozen. Rush hour being the peak travel time during the day. Bottom line: There is always another train. People getting on and off, transferring, changing trains. Sometimes getting from point A to point B is not possible with one train.

Does this mean all relationships have a purpose, too? Are we ever meant to take the first train if the second one ends up taking us somewhere we never thought we'd ever be? How long can I delay getting to the "station" before rush hour is over?

Some trains run late, some trains are the express, some are full, some break down, but whatever train it is that you're riding, know theres a reason. It might be the one you ride forever, or it might just be til the next stop. You pay for what you get, and there is no guarantee.

...just remember to keep the aisle free.

AHA!

Ok, so maybe Im a little slow. Ok, fine: retarded. I will admit it just this once. When I first moved in two months ago, my television was in my living room. My professor told me that there was an antenna at the top of the house and a cable coming in to the master bedroom at the back of the house. Naturally, I assumed this was the only place in the house where I could get reception. So, I moved my television into my bedroom. This was great. All my favorite channels and no need for paying for cable. Then I stopped sleeping at night on account of the television being on all night, also always being in my room got old real quick.

Then I tried to have cable installed. Since no previous owner ever had cable at this residence, I had to have surveyers come out to do God knows what. Three weeks later I get this phone call and this lady says the survey was a success and I should call and schedule installation. I did, but when it came time for installation day, no one showed up as there was no order placed at all. (Yes, this scares me because a lady called my home a week before and I cant remember what information I gave her, but either way I guess I got scammed)

I still had my tv in the living room (since thats where I wanted to have cable installed), and was about to take it back to my room when my professor's mother said her sister had her television in the living room, too. Huh? Really? And she got channels to come in? She proceeds to tell me that there is a cable jack located behind my sofa. (Yeah, but I didnt think that was connected to the antenna)

Long story short, I finally got my cable wire out (surprised I actually found the box with the wire) and plugged it into the jack and my tv. WALA! Reception and all my favorite channels.

*~Yay~*

...and just like that everything's better again. No need for cable. Im not Scrooge, really, its just great to have one less bill to pay every month.

Complicated Complications

"The real me is a Southern girl
With her Levi's on and an open heart
Wish I could save the world
Like I was Supergirl
The real me used to laugh all night
Lying in the grass, just talking 'bout love
But lately I've been jaded
Life got so complicated" - Jessica Simpson

Its going to be a blahhh day. :/

3

3 things that creep me out:

House Centipedes

Driving in the rain

Death

3 people who make me laugh:

My nephew

My sister, Mimi

Chris Rock

3 things I love:

My freedom

Living in a big city

The beach

3 things I hate:

Racism

Politicians

People who cant drive

3 things I don't understand:

What I really, really, want

Why I worry so much

Physics

3 things on my desk:

Starbucks coffee

My microscope

In Style Magazine

3 things I'm doing right now:

Breathing

Typing

Thinking

3 things I want to do before I die:

Perform Hajj (iA)

Get married and have a family

Write a book

3 things I can do:

Drive a 5 speed

Cook

Laugh at myself

3 ways to describe my personality:

Moody

Off the wall

Analytical

3 favorite foods:

Ma's biryani

Baba Khala's haleem

Guddy Khala's lasagna

3 beverages I drink regularly:

Coffee

Water

Diet Soda

3 shows I watched as a kid:

Fresh Prince of Bel Air

Full House

Saved by the Bell

3 People I call everyday:

Ma

Mimi

Christiana, my best friend

Just Say NO to Married Couples

Is it a wonder Im still single when all my friends are married? As I chatted with a married friend today he posed a very strange question to me, "Why are single girls more flirtatious around married men?" and it caused me to wonder why. I have an answer: They no longer pose a threat to us.

Im guilty. Its not really flirting, its more like being free to be yourself, less self-conscious. But as I took the train ride home I kept thinking more and more. Are we commitment phobes purposely sabotaging ourselves by surrounding ourselves with the ball&chains crowd? Do we think it gives everyone else a sense of us 'actively looking' while secretly trying to avoid the situation?

Ok so Im sure some women, ahem husband-stealers, are out there to take the pick of the litter, so to speak, like 'adopting' a pet thats already house-trained. But for the rest of us who are too afraid to admit we have issues with settling down, its easier to live in a discombobulated facade of ecstasy.

I was always under the impression that somehow married people knew a lot of people and had the best of social circles, and the best place to meet someone was at a wedding, etc. Then I realized married people have the most purest of intentions to seek out their single friends and cause them to succumb to a life of grief as well. Did you ever notice that? Nobody but married people ever peddle marriage: they dont want to be miserable alone listening to another one of your SINGLES GON' WILD stories while changing diapers or folding laundry.

My sister, God love her, is notorious for this. Im sure she's happy, believe me, and iA may she always stay that way, but without fail, every chance she gets shes calling me and her sentences start with, "But Farah dont you want to be married already?" Oh, so ITS up to me? They reject EVERY SINGLE GUY that ever made the mistake of asking for rishta and suddenly Im single because of something I didnt do? Everything in the world is predestined, but why I am single has even God confused?

Please, dont insult my intelligence or my ability to think RATIONALLY! You can challenge it, but dont insult it.

Getting back to my original topic, I, henceforth, will cut married people out of my social diet cold turkey. :P Theyre an expensive habit. Not only do they go and get married (costing me a set of monogrammed bath towels), they gotta go get knocked up too (costing me a high-chair or bottler warmer they'll never use).

Too Much Caffeine, Not Enough Oxygen

My wick is just a little too lit this morning. Im messaging everyone on my AIM and G-Talk, screaming. So if you want to block me, I'd understand. :P

Shoot me now, I cant believe Im actually considering going tanning. As if I havent seen enough melanoma cases come across my microscope stage. And my rationale: The light has far more filters than the atmosphere and it'll only be for a few minutes, not like eternity.

There is something seriously wrong when whiteys are darker than myself.

So last night was 'Hollyween' and I was all set to give out candy until I was forwarded an email about how Halloween was an evil holiday full of sin, etc and thus I decided not to "celebrate". I usually dont fall for emails like that, but I think more so than anything, for some reason the thought of opening my door to strangers did not appeal to me. It really did have NO written all over it.

My door was shut, porch light off, but inside it was bright as day. I suppose thats why people thought I was a participant. Some were so determined they stayed outside for a good ten minutes. I was going to open the door for them, but then I thought it wasnt fair to those who tried and fail before them.

Believe me, it was a sad, sad, soul who made a holiday of innocent fun haram. I could hear children outside shrieking and laughing, dressed up as their favorite cartoon character, movie idol, or candy (The Blue M&M baby was adorable!!).

I thought about getting up and turning off the lights (nothing compares to reading by candlelight hahaha), but I didnt. They stopped minutes short of 9pm anyway.

Speaking of lights, the electric company will be sad to know that I have finally switched to this new type of lightbulb (you've seen them, theyre not the normal bulb shape) that apparently emits a huge amount of wattage but with less watt. Like the ones in my living room emit 100 watts of light, but only use 26 watts.
Great for my wallet, horrible to sleep with them on though because the room really is too bright. I should get one of those night masks for my eyes.