Like most socially, culturally, and mentally normal people out there, I absolutely love TV!!! Have I mentioned before what a TV whore I am!!! Well, then let me take a second before I let out a long breather of shows I’m keeping up with this season…starting Monday…
Glee
Lie To Me
American Idol
LOST (ABSOLUTE FAVVVVVorite…and hello! Could this season get any freakier!!!)
Glee (I hart Matthew Morrison; I want to marry him!)
V (that short-haired woman is quite an interesting creature!)
Modern Family (can’t stop laughing…)
The Middle (yea, yea, I like eccentricity in life!)
Flash Forward
Supernatural (FAN since Day 1)
The Office (Michael makes me cry…in pain!)
ABDC aka America’s Best Dance Crew
The Amazing Race (starting Sunday…yeeeaaaaa)
And then all the DiY and NatGeo shows when my parents snatch the remote away from me and I’m left to their mercy!
But what’s been really interesting this season is American Idol. Like many of you, I thoroughly enjoy the first half of the season enriched with all the fun stuff, you know, auditions, weirdos, some who CLEARLY were sent on a dare, others completely oblivious to their pathetic existence, and then some who we bet our lives will go all the way only to be conveniently dumped in Hollywood before even making it to Top 12. What’s been more exciting than all this is the overwhelming display of celebrity judges in the show recently and all that jazz about Ellen DeGeneres. Well…just the topic I needed to move on to next which is "Celebrity Judges". My question for producers is who picks these judges & based on what criteria?! Take JC Chasez on ABDC for instance…was Randy Jackson watching one of ‘N Sync’s performances and said, yeeeeah I need to go for this JC guy, he’s so unfamous, totally the talent I’m looking for?? Or he saw Lil Mama hangin out with her homies sayin "I is gangsta" or "y’all are swag!" & "y’all kilt it" or better "you brings it"…and thought wow she’s totally the idol young kids need to look up to these days. Hey, I’m all about gangsta sh*t and Hip Hop! I grew up in Hip Hop! I grew up in Alief Texas…I still live in Alief Texas…enough said!!! But…these judges should be held up to more standards than just being celebrities before being put on the Judge Pedestal.
So here’s my thought on American Idol judges this season:
Neil Patrick Harris – besides his few performances on the Broadway, I really am not getting the whole musical vibe from this dude. Nevertheless, he was entertaining with his remarks…okay…liked that he was the no-nonsense type of guy, and he just seems like a nice dude, you know the type you wanna hang out with…like he really will listen you and give you the real world sh*t kinda thing…
Avril Lavigne – not the best singer out there but I totally have respect for singers who are musicians as well! Plus I admire the fact during auditions, she was honest to people with kids about what they would be giving up once they step into showbiz… I’m talking real "expectations" for those who just may not be seeing the long road ahead…for that, you’re my girl Avril…you rock!
Mary J. Blige – I’m not a big fan of her music but everyone and their mama wants to have a duet with her so I’m assuming American Idol wanted a piece of her too…good for them!
Shania Twain – Shania who???
Victoria Beckham – as much as I adore the Beckhams (yes, they’re the true Royal family of England after Diana…don’t get me started…), I can’t seem to shake my mom’s comments out of my head every time I see her on TV…"yeh khaati kya hai" Translation in English: "does this 'thing' feed itself?". BUT I still love you V in spite of your 32lb bod!!! You’ll always be my Spice Girl…how can I forget…I went to your concert where I was the only adult over 16!
Katy Perry – big head for little talent…kinda like Rachel Bilson…does anyone know of a Rachel Bilson? Ugh…and yet she manages to clog up each and every page of my InStyle issue…that’s one girl hooked up to a good agent...I think PINK should hire her agent…
Joe Jonas – first, let me ask you, WHAT’S THE DAMN HYPE ABOUT THESE 3 BOYS??? Every time I switch on the radio and hear them sing, I imagine Simon Cowell rippin them apart…with words like "horrendous" & "rubbish"…they sound just as bad as Taylor Swift…which leads me to Taylor Swift…my next topic…one *hyphenated* word: OVER-RATED!!! Oh I HATE her so much she can get a whole blog post out of me!!! I’ll save that for another day!!!
Btw, Ellen rocks!!! And I agree with Kanye West...!!!
signed: Thinker-Bell
Friday, February 12, 2010
WORD OF THE DAY!
I love it when I use the "Define" capability of Google to look up a definition of a word or phrase and then find myself looking up the definition of the definition. Whatever happened to putting the meaning in simple English! For instance, today, amidst my research on "Climate Change", I came across the term "Sustainable Development". I went on Google and typed Define: Sustainable Development. The first result was from Wikipedia so I’m thinking Yea, Wikis know what they’re talking about. This is what I get:
Development which seeks to produce sustainable economic growth while ensuring future generations’ ability to do the same by not exceeding the regenerative capacity of the nature. In other words, it's trying to protect the environment.
Can someone read the first 2-mile sentence and figure out what the heck they’re talking about?! I must be ADD because they lost me at "by"…what was wrong with just "protecting the environment"?
But...I’m still not sure about the term "Sustainable" because Wiki decides to define a term by using the term itself in the definition. So I click on the word/link "Sustainable" to see what happens next:
Able to be sustained
Aaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Frustrated…clicking on the link "Sustained"…:
Simple past tense and past participle of sustain
Whoever said Internet made things easier! I miss the days of having a 50-lb Oxford dictionary in my bagpack...do any of you remember that??? Yes, before they came out with the pocket-size version, Oxford published the big daddy!!! I love my “research” life! It took me 4 clicks and a forced SMILE to get to this word today…hence this will be my WORD OF THE DAY:
SUSTAIN: to maintain (something), or keep it in existence; to provide for or nourish (something), to encourage (something); to experience or suffer (an injury, etc.); to confirm, prove, or corroborate (something).
Ciao!
signed: Thinker-Bell
Development which seeks to produce sustainable economic growth while ensuring future generations’ ability to do the same by not exceeding the regenerative capacity of the nature. In other words, it's trying to protect the environment.
Can someone read the first 2-mile sentence and figure out what the heck they’re talking about?! I must be ADD because they lost me at "by"…what was wrong with just "protecting the environment"?
But...I’m still not sure about the term "Sustainable" because Wiki decides to define a term by using the term itself in the definition. So I click on the word/link "Sustainable" to see what happens next:
Able to be sustained
Aaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Frustrated…clicking on the link "Sustained"…:
Simple past tense and past participle of sustain
Whoever said Internet made things easier! I miss the days of having a 50-lb Oxford dictionary in my bagpack...do any of you remember that??? Yes, before they came out with the pocket-size version, Oxford published the big daddy!!! I love my “research” life! It took me 4 clicks and a forced SMILE to get to this word today…hence this will be my WORD OF THE DAY:
SUSTAIN: to maintain (something), or keep it in existence; to provide for or nourish (something), to encourage (something); to experience or suffer (an injury, etc.); to confirm, prove, or corroborate (something).
Ciao!
signed: Thinker-Bell
Thursday, September 17, 2009
ThE tEmP
There’s this lady who has recently joined our company as a Temp. She’s a 60-something year old grandmother who’s in great shape btw and I mean GREAT shape!!! She’s tall about 5’ 8”, slender, and very active, always on her feet. I really admire her because most days, I just prefer to glue my fiber-filled rear to my most-uncomfortable-office-chair-in-the-world chair. So the other day she was shuffling to finish work early as she had plans after work, so she says. She comments later she trains for the marathon after work. So I, politely, peek over my cubicle and remark “oh wow! Marathon? I’m proud of you!” She turns around, looks me straight in the eye and says, “why are you proud, what do you mean?” I was like ummm u know I’m proud you’re a runner and all. She replies “why are you surprised at I’m a runner?” Now I’m thinking did I say something wrong? Okay in a way I was implying I was proud of her for doing what she was doing considering how old she is when I can’t even finish jogging the 3-mile track at the park considering how old I am! I figured she took offense to what I was intending to say so I succumbed to my cubicle hoping she would leave me alone.
Now…today, on her way out, she stops by my cubicle to inform me her Marathon is this weekend and she’s doing well enough in her training to be able to run the entire race. As she’s walking out, I yell “Good Luck!” She turns around, walks over to me, and says “what do you mean good luck?” Seriously…what is her problem??!!! I mean I’m not saying she needs good luck because she’s old! I’m not even factoring her age in the equation. But then again, am I being offensive if I insinuate such an idea? I mean c’mon wouldn’t YOU be surprised if a 93-year old in YOUR office was going to run the Marathon!!! Would it really be that unwise and inappropriate for you to make a gesture towards their age???
Seriously….
signed: Thinker-Bell
Now…today, on her way out, she stops by my cubicle to inform me her Marathon is this weekend and she’s doing well enough in her training to be able to run the entire race. As she’s walking out, I yell “Good Luck!” She turns around, walks over to me, and says “what do you mean good luck?” Seriously…what is her problem??!!! I mean I’m not saying she needs good luck because she’s old! I’m not even factoring her age in the equation. But then again, am I being offensive if I insinuate such an idea? I mean c’mon wouldn’t YOU be surprised if a 93-year old in YOUR office was going to run the Marathon!!! Would it really be that unwise and inappropriate for you to make a gesture towards their age???
Seriously….
signed: Thinker-Bell
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
1st dAy
It was my baby’s first day of school yesterday!!! He’s 4, in Pre-K, and growing up way too fast. His mommy (my sister) told me there was crying, lots & lots of it…and tears…many of them…and he just wouldn’t let go. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww “he would not let go?!?” Oh how grateful I was not to be there! I would’ve put him right back in the car, driven home, and Google’d “home schooling” options!!! To just imagine my baby holding on to my sister’s leg…my hARt is aching!!! I always thought hospitals and airports are two of the saddest spots on Earth…unfortunately now Pre-K tops the list!
So I call my sister later and she’s laughing about the whole ordeal. She tells me the scene outside the school was too funny…every kid was clinging on to their parent as if their life was at stake. None of them would let go! This made me later ask my mom how I was on my first day of school. She said you let go of my hand so willingly and walked straight into the class without looking back – she reiterated what a disciplined child I was! And I’m thinking: how eccentric is that!?! Did I not suffer from any sort of separation anxiety like every other “normal” child? I can’t help but recall…and I’m not sure if it’s a figment of my imagination or a fraction of my real memory…a lucid memory: I am 3 years old, standing outside my school, dreading to go inside, desperately hoping my mom wouldn’t let go of me! Yet my mom insists I gave her absolutely no hard time. So I say if the memory is indeed real than I sure as hell did a fabulous job of pretending! And my mom should thank me… :)
See, these are all the reasons why I think twice about being a mommy every day. Just when you get used to this little living, breathing, undeniably adorable creature grabbing on to your lap, they start to crawl…right when you catch up, they begin to run from you…just when you get used to chasing after them, they begin to make a mess…just when you get used to cleaning up after them, they want to clean up their own mess…before you know it, they insist on tying their own shoes…and when you finally realize your little baby is growing up, they go off to school!!!
If anything, the experience of being an aunt has made me come closer to my parents. Now I feel why it was so hard for my folks to have to let go…and why they kept insisting on remaining overly & aggressively protective…and why they always just knew what was right for me even when I didn’t. I remember my mom would preach to me every time I rebelled: wait till you’re a parent one day and you shall see…funny if I earned a penny for each time I heard that. It is soooo hard to let go…and man, my baby is only 4 now…imagine how clingy I will be when he’s off to high school. I’ll be JUST LIKE MY MOM…only 10 times more horrible…
signed: Thinker-Bell
So I call my sister later and she’s laughing about the whole ordeal. She tells me the scene outside the school was too funny…every kid was clinging on to their parent as if their life was at stake. None of them would let go! This made me later ask my mom how I was on my first day of school. She said you let go of my hand so willingly and walked straight into the class without looking back – she reiterated what a disciplined child I was! And I’m thinking: how eccentric is that!?! Did I not suffer from any sort of separation anxiety like every other “normal” child? I can’t help but recall…and I’m not sure if it’s a figment of my imagination or a fraction of my real memory…a lucid memory: I am 3 years old, standing outside my school, dreading to go inside, desperately hoping my mom wouldn’t let go of me! Yet my mom insists I gave her absolutely no hard time. So I say if the memory is indeed real than I sure as hell did a fabulous job of pretending! And my mom should thank me… :)
See, these are all the reasons why I think twice about being a mommy every day. Just when you get used to this little living, breathing, undeniably adorable creature grabbing on to your lap, they start to crawl…right when you catch up, they begin to run from you…just when you get used to chasing after them, they begin to make a mess…just when you get used to cleaning up after them, they want to clean up their own mess…before you know it, they insist on tying their own shoes…and when you finally realize your little baby is growing up, they go off to school!!!
If anything, the experience of being an aunt has made me come closer to my parents. Now I feel why it was so hard for my folks to have to let go…and why they kept insisting on remaining overly & aggressively protective…and why they always just knew what was right for me even when I didn’t. I remember my mom would preach to me every time I rebelled: wait till you’re a parent one day and you shall see…funny if I earned a penny for each time I heard that. It is soooo hard to let go…and man, my baby is only 4 now…imagine how clingy I will be when he’s off to high school. I’ll be JUST LIKE MY MOM…only 10 times more horrible…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Thursday, August 20, 2009
D-9
OMG OMG I watched the BESTEST movie EVER – DISTRICT 9!!! Brilliant Movie!!! Worth every penny of my paycheck!!! A spellbinding 2 hours of science-fiction drama presented in a documentary-style narrative with flawless acting, impeccable special effects, and an intense, mind-boggling story…a story which had me so wrapped up with the central characters of the movie that the affect of the movie stayed with me for daysssss. No joke, I can't stop thinking about the movie. IT'S SO DEEP!!! History lovers like me will enjoy the symbolism to the Apartheid and even to the Palestinian conflict which so brilliantly echoes throughout the movie. I always read the reviews before I watch any movie. After I read all the "thumbs-up", 5-star reviews on this movie, I thought to myself man, I'm not going to enjoy this movie now! You know how every time you get hyped up about a movie, it almost always manages to disappoint you. Well this one had the complete opposite effect!!! I fell in love with the movie even more after watching it. The concept totally blew my mind away, never seen anything like it!!! Thank you Hollywood *finally* for bringing a movie with an innovative idea transformed into a splendid script with all fresh faces. The movie starts out slow but you need not be hasty because you really need it to connect with the characters. However 20 minutes into the movie, I was on the edge of my seat holding my breath! I'm a geek, I confess: I'm a die-hard ALIEN fan!!! No, not just any aliens, I'm referring to the classic movie Alien…& Aliens…& Alien Resurrection!!! Sigourney Weaver rocksss… J but anyhow DISTRICT 9 has bumped down The Alien a notch on my list. Peter Jackson is truly a master-mind…trust me, you don't have to be a sci-fi geek to appreciate this movie. If you simply enjoy being entertained at the movie theatre, you MUST see this one. OKAY!!! I have to stop talking now…I don't want to ruin it for you…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Monday, August 17, 2009
bRiDeZiLLa
WHATS WITH THE WORLD TODAY???!!! I mean these people…are they crazy or am I crazy??! Normalcy is on its way to becoming a rare commodity!!! Why is it so hard to find normal people these days???!!! And why is it getting tougher…and tougher…and tougher…as I grow older. You’d think by now the immune system would’ve developed an “anti-virus” to numb the shocks. I mean I’m not complaining…like I said, I love sudden anomalies of life…albeit my instinct reaction is shock, I always get a good laugh at the end! After all, where would our blog be if it wasn’t for them!
Let me tell you a story: I have this friend…no wait, let me back up…I happen to just know this girl who I went to middle school with. I was never really cool with her. During high school yrs, I ran into her maybe a couple of times on random occasions...of brief chatter. After high school, I didn’t see her for the longest time: she went off to some Ivy League school out-of-town. One night, at a friend's wedding, many yrs later I ran into her again & we shared some laughs over good memories...and then in March of 2007, she was added to my Facebook Friends List!!! I’m sure by now y’all must be wondering what’s the point of all this. Well hold on…I just think its imperative for me to draw out my past with this particular woman because I’d really like to summon up the idea *potentially*, after laying out all facts, if this woman is indeed crazy!!!
So thanks to Facebook, I knew exactly where she was vacationing at all times, where she was staying, what train she was taking from Rome to Naples, how lovely the Wall of China appeared from her hotel balcony…well…whatever…if you’re my reader I reckon you’re smart so you know where I’m going with this. Pretty soon her engagement pictures were up followed by every status displaying up-to-the-minute real-time wedding preparation updates. (I’m thinking…) Good for her! At least one of us found a normal man to declare a husband. So one fine day, I get this email from her on FB (mind you a week before her wedding):
Hi, sorry I havent been in touch (I’m guessing: no first name hence a Mass Email Distribution) - been swamped with my wedding stuff and work as usual and moving -- so much to do.
anyhow, I havent had a chance to officially invite you to the wedding festivities. I hope you dont mind but due to capacity issues, I cant invite you to the formal reception on July 11 - Sat, but I would love to have you join us at the Mehendi* (which is way more fun anyway) on Thursday at 8 pm at Parasio Maravilla. I hope you understand. I really want to see you and would love to have you join us but my finance (she really means fiancée) has a large family and we have over 100 folks just coming from out of town.
please let me know if you will be joining us
*Mehendi is a pre-wedding event*
Oooookaaaay soooo I'm not invited to the wedding reception but I'm invited to the pre-wedding event...hmmmh...which would be like going to the rehearsal dinner without the wedding invitation...NiiiCE...is this woman crazy???!!! Was she drunk when she wrote this???
I mean I don’t even know this girl well enough to be receiving an invitation from her in the 1st place…I'm thinking: If I were her, would I really invite me??? This invitation was downright rude, inconsiderate and unacceptable!!! And it desperately needed a response...so I emailed back:
woah...what an odd invitation! A piece of advice [insert friend’s name here]: a wedding is something to be shared with close friends and family. I just consider you an acquaintance. Have fun at the wedding. Sorry, wont be able to make it.
Trust me, it gets better!!!
The next day, this email awaits my presence in my FB inbox:
no worries - actually sorry to have invited you -didnt know you felt so strongly. I officialy un invite you and will also take you off my friends list. I dont believe in acquaintances and dont have time for that - but again appreciate the words of wisdom!!!!
OMG...OMG!!! LMAO...
It keeps getting better!!! Ma’am bridezilla stood by her words *oh she did* and not only did she remove me from her friends’ list, she blocked me on FB which means I can’t ever write her back!
So of course my inability to get the last word in leaves me no choice but to smile and move on. I go to Europe for 3 weeks, come back, and my sister is like “hey you, you’re the highlight of FB these days.” I’m like “what ma’am” She goes, well apparently, your email disturbed the bridezilla so much, she called one of our other common links (note that I refuse to call this common link “a friend”) and cried over what I wrote to her…and then that common link called my friend to tell her “Thinker-Bell shouldn’t have been this rude to the bride-to-be, after all she’s undergoing pre-wedding stress and everyone should be supportive; she didn’t do anything wrong” hmmmh
But c'mon...seriously...was I really rude there??? What about my feelings :( :(
Let me tell you a story: I have this friend…no wait, let me back up…I happen to just know this girl who I went to middle school with. I was never really cool with her. During high school yrs, I ran into her maybe a couple of times on random occasions...of brief chatter. After high school, I didn’t see her for the longest time: she went off to some Ivy League school out-of-town. One night, at a friend's wedding, many yrs later I ran into her again & we shared some laughs over good memories...and then in March of 2007, she was added to my Facebook Friends List!!! I’m sure by now y’all must be wondering what’s the point of all this. Well hold on…I just think its imperative for me to draw out my past with this particular woman because I’d really like to summon up the idea *potentially*, after laying out all facts, if this woman is indeed crazy!!!
So thanks to Facebook, I knew exactly where she was vacationing at all times, where she was staying, what train she was taking from Rome to Naples, how lovely the Wall of China appeared from her hotel balcony…well…whatever…if you’re my reader I reckon you’re smart so you know where I’m going with this. Pretty soon her engagement pictures were up followed by every status displaying up-to-the-minute real-time wedding preparation updates. (I’m thinking…) Good for her! At least one of us found a normal man to declare a husband. So one fine day, I get this email from her on FB (mind you a week before her wedding):
Hi, sorry I havent been in touch (I’m guessing: no first name hence a Mass Email Distribution) - been swamped with my wedding stuff and work as usual and moving -- so much to do.
anyhow, I havent had a chance to officially invite you to the wedding festivities. I hope you dont mind but due to capacity issues, I cant invite you to the formal reception on July 11 - Sat, but I would love to have you join us at the Mehendi* (which is way more fun anyway) on Thursday at 8 pm at Parasio Maravilla. I hope you understand. I really want to see you and would love to have you join us but my finance (she really means fiancée) has a large family and we have over 100 folks just coming from out of town.
please let me know if you will be joining us
*Mehendi is a pre-wedding event*
Oooookaaaay soooo I'm not invited to the wedding reception but I'm invited to the pre-wedding event...hmmmh...which would be like going to the rehearsal dinner without the wedding invitation...NiiiCE...is this woman crazy???!!! Was she drunk when she wrote this???
I mean I don’t even know this girl well enough to be receiving an invitation from her in the 1st place…I'm thinking: If I were her, would I really invite me??? This invitation was downright rude, inconsiderate and unacceptable!!! And it desperately needed a response...so I emailed back:
woah...what an odd invitation! A piece of advice [insert friend’s name here]: a wedding is something to be shared with close friends and family. I just consider you an acquaintance. Have fun at the wedding. Sorry, wont be able to make it.
Trust me, it gets better!!!
The next day, this email awaits my presence in my FB inbox:
no worries - actually sorry to have invited you -didnt know you felt so strongly. I officialy un invite you and will also take you off my friends list. I dont believe in acquaintances and dont have time for that - but again appreciate the words of wisdom!!!!
OMG...OMG!!! LMAO...
It keeps getting better!!! Ma’am bridezilla stood by her words *oh she did* and not only did she remove me from her friends’ list, she blocked me on FB which means I can’t ever write her back!
So of course my inability to get the last word in leaves me no choice but to smile and move on. I go to Europe for 3 weeks, come back, and my sister is like “hey you, you’re the highlight of FB these days.” I’m like “what ma’am” She goes, well apparently, your email disturbed the bridezilla so much, she called one of our other common links (note that I refuse to call this common link “a friend”) and cried over what I wrote to her…and then that common link called my friend to tell her “Thinker-Bell shouldn’t have been this rude to the bride-to-be, after all she’s undergoing pre-wedding stress and everyone should be supportive; she didn’t do anything wrong” hmmmh
But c'mon...seriously...was I really rude there??? What about my feelings :( :(
;)
signed: Thinker-Bell
Sunday, June 28, 2009
MJ…LoVe U 4eVeR!!!!
For the past several months, I've been finding a way to get back into writing. It's like a part of me feels empty that the one passion which consumes my stress is the one I've pushed into the back seat. I've been waking up almost everyday thinking, dreaming about what to write. But this morning I got up feeling an immense part of my childhood missing, as if someone ripped into the good memories stored away in the bucket of my brain. Too many emotions at once – compassion, sadness, numbness, denial…so I got on Facebook this morning and read the note written by my friend KK…and I was moved! Because that was who I was in many ways. I know to some of you, a LEGEND is gone…but to me Michael Jackson is more than a legend. He was my childhood! I think we're all in a way seeking refuge on Facebook because for the first time, the entire world has found a connection…regardless of race, religion, age, status, political denomination, we all come together to praise a voice which conquered the world like no other King!! In the words of Jimi Hendrix: "Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music"
I was born into music!! My parents were in a way a Pakistani version of a 1970s hippie couple. My dad did pride himself on the surround sound system he blew up loud in the streets of our P.E.C.H.S neighborhood back in the late 70s, early 80s. He was practically the designated Street DJ! I remember every evening, boys who played cricket on the streets would yell out song requests over the balcony and my dad would humbly comply with all. When I was a kid, my dad had a record collection like no other – no kidding (well okay maybe aside from Tayyab Uncle's)!! Not only that, someone who had a lot of free time on their hands would record Top Of The Pops and Solid Gold overseas and send us the recorded VHS tapes…so I grew up to Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Dire Straits, Kenny Rogers, Led Zeppelin, The Moody Blues, ABBA, Boney M…that's when I discovered the album Off The Wall. I remember my dad used to tell me about the Jackson 5 – they weren't a big hit in Pakistan but my dad claimed Michael was one of the best voices he had heard. So I remember dancing to Michael Jackson around the living room when I was barely 3 yrs old. Music to me was an escape into a fairy tale! And my dance was my dad's pride and joy…my parents once made me perform a dance on a table in a bar in Bangkok…which was full of men dressed up as women… mind you I was 3 years old!!
When Thriller came out, I remember we all cozied up in our family room in Pakistan to watch it. I was afraid for my life hiding behind my mom the entire time the movie played. It took me several takes to finally finish it. My parents told me it was inspired by a horror movie classic "An American Warewolf in London"…and then they made me watch that movie too??!! But Thriller became the ultimate symbol of our Khandaan (aka entire desi family) back in the 80s. My dad played Billie Jean on his prized Bose speakers every night, my mamum meticulously listened to & wrote lyrics (I swear) to Billie Jean and Thriller on a piece of notebook paper which I begged 4 every time I wanted to sing along to MJ…so you know I wouldn't rape the lyrics like "Billie Jean, But My Lover" or "Beat It, No Ones Going to Eat It Eat It". My sisters and I used to stand in front of the TV practicing all his dance moves. And along the way we recruited other idiots as well…Sadia, Seher…& totally ditched Sana *lolz* And then almost every day we played the Solid Gold episode in which Thriller was ranked the #1 song…repeatedly tortured every guest who walked into our house into watching that very Solid Gold episode…I swear MJ shall never know but my family has been a 100% active UNpaid Agent of his in Pakistan! I remember my parents telling me "this is a real-life gang of NY" in the video Beat It and I was like "whatever…" They were a walking-talking-breathing MJ Encyclopedia! When one of my khalas got married in early 80s, every night, the melodies of Michael Jackson and Madonna echoed inside the shaamianas (aka tents). My cousins would break dance like MJ – one even attempted to do the moonwalk…we all had 2 refrain from laughing…indeed MJ was a Khandaani Icon!!! And remained a dream I would meet one day…
In 1987, when BAD came out, I was in L.A. at Kaku's place glued to the TV to the Martin Scorsese's directed video which I later viewed a 100-something times. When we arrived in Pakistan and my parents discovered that WE HAD BAD…!!!...they were so excited they made a deal with the neighborhood Video store…BAD for free movies for a month! Every time I watched MJ, he inspired me to another level. I was just entirely mesmerized over this man…his moves, his songs, his style, his clothes, his gloves, his high-waters. For days I'd sit in front of the TV in awe over wailing fans being dragged from his concerts by security guards, screaming fans tearing off their shirts while desperately trying to catch a glimpse of him…and then passing out when they did! I prayed to God that one day, ONE DAY, I would be just like one of those CRAZY A$$ folks…it was MY DREAM…
When I moved to the States, I continued his legacy and never gave up on that dream. So when Asim was born, I made sure he was exposed to the same insanity I had exposed myself to. By the time Asim was 3, he was well-versed in songs P.Y.T *thanks to Jabbawockeez's brilliant performance on ABDC* and Beat It! I kid you not, after abba, ammi, nana, nani, and kaala, his next words were "Mykul Dakson" – to this day the minute he climbs on to his car seat in my car, he says "Henna Kaala, P.Y.T!"
So comes 2009, it becomes apparent that my ultimate dream to slam myself against a million other people, tear my shirt in half and scream MJ's name out at the top of my lungs was finally going to come true! MJ unveiled to his fans in London his series of concerts – "final curtain call" – voila! This was to be my pilgrimage of the century! The night his tickets went on sale, Salem and I stayed up the entire night, and then the following day, on the stupid TicketMaster website searching desperately for tickets. After several hours of failed attempts, I decided to use the rolodex route and thanks to Zia, I was able to get my hands on 2 4th row center floor tickets to July 14th concert…and then months later my dream crashed….
Now I know why I'm having such a hard time dealing with MJ's death. My dream to see Michael Jackson will never be fulfilled…he is a symbol of my happy childhood…he gave me good memories…he inspired my parents so they could inspire me with the same intensity…he's inspired generations before me and will continue to inspire generations after me…he has brightened up weddings…he has connected families…he gave us friends… he made a child dream: he made me dream. …and he is my HIStory! I feel better now…
"If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, than everything that happens in between can be dealt with" – Michael Jackson, 1958-2009
signed: Thinker-Bell
Monday, March 2, 2009
WORD OF THE DAY!
OBDURATE: (pronounced abh-duhr-uht) hardened in feeling; resistant to persuasion; unyielding; tenacious
signed: Thinker-Bell
signed: Thinker-Bell
YoU?!??...yEs...YoU
So…strange things have been occurring in my life lately…not events but random people just making bizarre comments out of nowhere…and I’m no complainer…strangely as it may seem I rather enjoy the eccentricities of life…I welcome insanity with open arms… it amazes me how some people function on the lack of filter between their brain and their tongue…its like a slippery slope on Comedy Central!!! Like one time I told some random woman I was a Muslim and she replied “oh really? ohhhh…but they’re such nice people…I have this Muslim fri…” I lost her 2 seconds ago…rite after “but”…I just let it go…you know I’m sure the poor lady didn’t really mean what she was sayin. It was funny tho…one time I was having a healthy debate with a Democrat that Barack Obama’s middle name Hussain is a Muslim name. She wouldn’t agree with me…or more like she didn’t want to agree with me. I think finally when I was able to convince her she felt silent…I think I may have influenced her vote just then…shit! So I know Muslims are sort-a at the bottom of the food chain these days…sort-a…I mean it’s not that bad I may be exaggerating here but most people would like to believe we come sour, societies just get lucky when we turn up fresh!!! So anyhow I’m out dining with my 2 bosses and soon-to-be-3rd boss…well let me first back track a bit to sum history about my 2 bosses…2 of the most pleasant gentlemen I’ve worked with EVER (& such a relief from the last male boss I had to work under). Both of my bosses are worldly gentlemen, you know, well-travelled & all. And have been to Pakistan (where I’m originally from) so you know I hart them, I love international folks!!! One of my bosses is originally from England actually, Manchester, funny guy, adores desi food. Anyhow, so while we’re eating, my soon-to-be-3rd boss asks for my insight into the recent terrorist attacks in India. And you know I start off on my typical spiel…"good and bad people everywhere"…blah blah blah…"I denounce terrorism"…blah blah blah…then he goes "well you see, you people...I just don’t get you people, I mean there’s no changing, no persuasion, no modernization…." YOU PEOPLE???!!! What...sir? I'm an American...I mean did I miss the part where I belong to some tribe or sumthing...sir, are you insane??? For the first couple of minutes I was a bit stunned...but then...I actually LOOOOVED it…I wasn't perturbed at all...I was thoroughly enjoying my YOU PEOPLE moment...I mean c'mon can't blame my 60-something year old southern boss from Forth Worth Texas… they are doing the best they can…being exposed to Muslim people yelling & screaming yallayallayallayalla on TV burning American flags can leave you tainted you know…if that’s all you’re ever exposed to…sadly…
signed: Thinker-Bell
signed: Thinker-Bell
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
AhHhHhHhHhHh...
So my agony these days is fighting to keep quality television alive!!! What’s up with all my good shows getting cancelled on TV??? I’m beginning to get AAA—NO—ED by that!!! It’s like I get addicted and God’s wrath unleashes on me…am I the only one out there who digs good television??? First it was Fugitive, Justice, The Evidence, The Nine, Cashmere Mafia, Invasion, Smith, Women’s Murder Club, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip…now I heard Fox is pulling the plug on Prison Break…and I’m like whaaaaat???!!! Prison Break is one of the BEST plots on television…& who cares if it’s beginning to get a little dragg-y…for the sake of one full hour of Wentworth Miller and Dominic Purcell can FOX please refrain itself from opining??? I mean I had barely recovered from NBC taking my girls away from me when they cancelled Lipstick Jungle last season (don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive NBC for that!!!) My coerced TV “divorce” from Victory Ford was a sodding heartache. After Sex and the City, this was one show about fabulous single girls I thoroughly enjoyed every Wednesday night…then Friday nights…!!! What has gone wrong with people’s likes & dislikes!!! I mean what is the TV audience watching these days I’d like to know??? Heroes??? PUH-LEEASE…This much-prolonged disappearance of good television has left me so intensely scarred lately that now I’m practically afraid to get emotionally attached to a series. You know the feeling when you meet a guy on a blind date who’s so adorable you almost wanna f**k things up before he could get to breaking your heart???!!! Almost THAT kind of feeling has been consuming me lately. But you know what? This sorta shit happens to me a lot especially with lipsticks!!! Every time and I mean EVERY TIME I religiously start buying a shade of lipstick, it’ll get discontinued within months. I remember back in college I fell in love with this lavender shade by Revlon. I mean it wasn’t even a lipstick; it was one of those lipstick-looking eye shadows my friend had been hooked on for years before she inspired me…DISCONTINUED…like a year after I began trying it on. The my friend and I searched and searched until we “discovered” we were no longer Lavender girls rather Pink girls so we treated ourselves to this amazingly KUYOOT pink shade of lipstick Rose Taffeta by Victoria Secret – let me remind you – from their classic line of make-up…hmm…DISCONTINUED…a year later. My friend then stopped letting me in on her make-up tips…I think she seriously believed I carried the lipstick-discontinuation curse on me. You see I’m not big on make-up; I don’t go on crazy shopping sprees at Sephora and buy $200 worth of make-up. I only spend my $$ on lipsticks and even then it’s like on one…which I’ll wear ALL the time. So it’s quite heart-wrenching when you’ve been stripped off that one shade of lipstick your lips are so eagerly attached to. And mind you, I dedicate on average 5,000 man hours of research to find that one lipstick…so we’re talking one woman’s undeniable hard work going down the drain!!! These days I’m in love with Catfight by NARS…and I’m almost out of it…but I’m afraid…like for my life to walk into Sephora & be disappointed…again. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle the news by myself. I may need a friend to hold hands with me or pass me the handkerchief when those Goth-looking make-up overdosed chicks…or men...give me the bad news….and I swear I’ll feel all the same if they take away LOST or Gossip Girl from me…!!!
Btw, isn’t Lie To Me just precious little hour of television???!!! I absolutely LURVE the show!!! Its right after American Idol on Wednesdays at 9/8 Central. I’ve always been a fan of Tim Roth and he absolutely ROCKS on this show…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Btw, isn’t Lie To Me just precious little hour of television???!!! I absolutely LURVE the show!!! Its right after American Idol on Wednesdays at 9/8 Central. I’ve always been a fan of Tim Roth and he absolutely ROCKS on this show…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Saturday, January 31, 2009
50 RaNdOm ThInGs AbOuT mE!!!
So I was sold on this hype on Facebook – to list “25 Random Things About Me”. And then of course when I began to jot down all that I knew about me, my list expanded to a 100 in less than an hour. I finally succumbed to 50. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing them down!!!
1. I was born 11 ½ lbs – till this day I’m shedding those pounds. People refused to carry me when I was a baby; they claimed their arms ached after a few seconds. By the age of 6, I was anorexic. My mom then had my tonsils removed and fed me all kinds of food. I miss my tonsils
2. I was in the school dance team for a year and a half. I wore short skirts to football games & performed at half-times – my parents NEVER missed a football game – they came to watch all my performances – I quit because the girls were bitchy…but I still LOVE dancing
3. As a kid, I got bullied, I could never stand up for myself. My sisters were my protectors. One time this girl attacked me by throwing a coke can (full of coke) to my face…can missed me by inches…coke inside didn’t…before I could recover I saw my sister Sana fly over me like one of the Asian chicks from Crouching Tiger & Hidden Dragon yelling “stay away from my sister, you bitch!” oh she did. But I never filed charges
4. I once filed charges against an ex – a restraining order…it is no longer in affect…he’s married
5. I HATE confrontations. I just ignore people. Politely
6. I LOVE debates…anything political or social or racial gets my attention. Intellect intrigues me – I call it a BRAIN-GASM!!!
7. I don’t like being scolded or criticized. I’d like to think I know everything…I do know everything
8. I LOVE cereal. I can have cereal ANY HOUR of the day all day. In fact when I die, I’d like to have Frosted Flakes and Basic Four buried with me
9. I suffer from extreme road rage. I DESPISE people who drive below 70 mph in the fast lane – I think D.O.T should have a system set up where people like these automatically get ejected from the left lane. My family thinks I’ll die getting shot on the freeway
10. I eat a serving of trail mix nuts and drink a cup of milk every day, except when I’m on the GM diet
11. I LOVE horror movies. As a kid, I loved playing the bad guy. I always played the witch. I wasn’t a disturbed child
12. I barely spoke as a kid. My parents would drag me to visit my aunts and uncles and I could practically stay silent for 10 hrs straight. Now I love to talk. I’m a story-teller
13. I LOVE to exaggerate with numbers…anytime a number is part of a conversation, I’d like to talk in thousands and millions, like “oh my god I’ve called that number like 5000 times or…I wore that shoe 12,765 times or…I think I may have dated like a million men by now” I don’t believe in including numbers less than a 1000 in my conversation…it’s dullsville
14. I truly believe EVERYTHING in life happens for a reason. Nothing is EVER incidental. Not even this list of 1,675 things about me
15. I DREAM of running into my special someone EVERYDAY. I KNOW I have already crossed paths with the man I’m going to marry. I just don’t know who he is
16. Grammar FACTS: I hardly ever get my idioms right. Best invention – Exclamation Mark!!! (I like 3 of them) Don’t believe in periods (or full stops for my Paki friends) – “…” is the 2nd best invention (dot dot dot). Favorite English word: “So”!!!
17. I’m NOT a planner. I leave everything up to the last minute. I like the pressure of time closing in on me, it makes me think quicker and act smarter, otherwise I tend to procrastinate a lot. I’m NOT an organizer too
18. Every night I set the alarm, I press the alarm button 3 times to make sure the alarm is on…it’s never once or twice or 4 times, it’s always 3 times. Weird, huh?
19. I think SNL is over-rated, Seinfeld is a show I absolutely cannot relate to, and Friends are NOT cute???!!!! Phoebe is annoying, Anniston is blaaah, Courtney Cox should’ve been the hype
20. I have a list of men I’d like to marry one day. Many have entered/exited but the one who tops the list now is DANIEL CRAIG
21. I HATE people who confuse opinions with facts…and try to convince you their opinion is either a fact or better than yours…Brad Pitt is good looking – OPINION!...Obama is the first black president of the U.S. – FACT! Get the difference!
22. My biggest pet peeve – when people steal other people’s friends mischievously…I have a strong tendency to attract those kind
23. I LOVE the smell of coffee. I’m addicted to tea
24. I’m addicted to music, best invention of man-kind -à iPOD. I download tunes every week. In fact, after watching a movie, I’m the idiot who’s downloading the soundtrack…yes, I actually pay attention to the score in the background
25. I was once addicted to the smell of gasoline. My father caught me one time sniffing through the back window of our car…we were at a gas station…I don’t remember what happened next
26. I once walked in on my parents “doing it”…I don’t remember what happened next
27. I’m a TV junkie – as of this moment I’m watching 10 shows…I used to watch 8 more but they were all cancelled. My top 3 TV shows of all times: Three’s Company, Sex and the City, LOST
28. I’m a work-out-aholic. I also run 9 miles a week
29. When I burp, the earth rumbles, and all my sisters will begin moving left to right acting as if an earth quake just hit us…(it’s a family joke)…but that’s how loud my burps are…if there’s ever a competition for the loudest burp, I will win it – FACT!
30. I don’t believe in best friends; I believe in good friends
31. I have a fear of heights
32. I’ve had this (same) recurring nightmare ever since I was a kid. My nightmares always include my house I grew up in Pakistan
33. I despise cooking, cleaning, and anything that involves me doing any sort of labor around the house. FACT: I do not know how to work the washer dryer. I’ve done laundry twice in my life – I had written down the instructions on a pink sticky note – I threw away the note later; FACT: I do not know how to work the dishwasher
34. I want to be married to a man who’s humble, loyal, intellectual, possessive, respectful, and never stingy, will always laugh at all my jokes, and be a traveler. Then I want to have 4 kids with him – Suleman, Enjeel, Harris, and Hira. I may have a 5th one after I reach 50
35. I LOVE to write – I LOVE to blog – I LOVE my blog
36. I have a fear of Randall’s…I’m convinced white people who shop there do not like brown people
37. I HATE stingy people
38. My favorite movie of all times is As Good As It Gets – I’ve watched it a gazillion times (see my infatuation with big numbers?)
39. The song “Khwaab” from Junoon always makes me cry…instantly
40. I believe SAM changed my life – Sam was my hair stylist
41. I HATE when people chew food with their mouths open – it ANNOYS me
42. My dream is to be in the FBI…working in Forensics…for that I want to get a Masters in Anthropology
43. I HATE money talk. I HATE small talk
44. Any time I’m making a conversation with someone and I forget what I was about to say next or I can’t remember something, I will zone out everything and everyone around me UNTIL I remember…I have called people at 4am to ask them about a movie or an event I couldn’t think of…I will not rest until I KNOW…it’s my worst habit…it ANNOYS every1 around me
45. I LOVE dropping the F-Bomb…but I will absolutely NEVER say holy moly or good gosh. “Are you INSANE?” is my favvvvorite phrase in the world
46. I spend 40% of time EACH DAY looking at myself in the mirror
47. I LOVE books. One day I want to have a huge library in my house
48. I LOVE shopping – it’s an escape, an aphrodisiac – shoes are my fetish - fashion is my motto. My Fashion Icon-ite - Siena Miller. Oh and I LOVE layering – I have been known to have put on 5 shirts at one time, and that doesn’t count the jacket
49. My 2009 resolution – to get a tattoo!BEST feeling in the world (following 2nd best: cleaning my ear with a Q-tip) is to be greeted by my nephew Asim and my niece Malaika. They’re the most yummy-licious priceless pieces of gems of my life. My heart melts when I enter my house and they both run over to hug me. All my worries dissolve, all my heartache disappears, the moment I lay my eyes on them. They both are the true blessings of my life
signed: Thinker-Bell
1. I was born 11 ½ lbs – till this day I’m shedding those pounds. People refused to carry me when I was a baby; they claimed their arms ached after a few seconds. By the age of 6, I was anorexic. My mom then had my tonsils removed and fed me all kinds of food. I miss my tonsils
2. I was in the school dance team for a year and a half. I wore short skirts to football games & performed at half-times – my parents NEVER missed a football game – they came to watch all my performances – I quit because the girls were bitchy…but I still LOVE dancing
3. As a kid, I got bullied, I could never stand up for myself. My sisters were my protectors. One time this girl attacked me by throwing a coke can (full of coke) to my face…can missed me by inches…coke inside didn’t…before I could recover I saw my sister Sana fly over me like one of the Asian chicks from Crouching Tiger & Hidden Dragon yelling “stay away from my sister, you bitch!” oh she did. But I never filed charges
4. I once filed charges against an ex – a restraining order…it is no longer in affect…he’s married
5. I HATE confrontations. I just ignore people. Politely
6. I LOVE debates…anything political or social or racial gets my attention. Intellect intrigues me – I call it a BRAIN-GASM!!!
7. I don’t like being scolded or criticized. I’d like to think I know everything…I do know everything
8. I LOVE cereal. I can have cereal ANY HOUR of the day all day. In fact when I die, I’d like to have Frosted Flakes and Basic Four buried with me
9. I suffer from extreme road rage. I DESPISE people who drive below 70 mph in the fast lane – I think D.O.T should have a system set up where people like these automatically get ejected from the left lane. My family thinks I’ll die getting shot on the freeway
10. I eat a serving of trail mix nuts and drink a cup of milk every day, except when I’m on the GM diet
11. I LOVE horror movies. As a kid, I loved playing the bad guy. I always played the witch. I wasn’t a disturbed child
12. I barely spoke as a kid. My parents would drag me to visit my aunts and uncles and I could practically stay silent for 10 hrs straight. Now I love to talk. I’m a story-teller
13. I LOVE to exaggerate with numbers…anytime a number is part of a conversation, I’d like to talk in thousands and millions, like “oh my god I’ve called that number like 5000 times or…I wore that shoe 12,765 times or…I think I may have dated like a million men by now” I don’t believe in including numbers less than a 1000 in my conversation…it’s dullsville
14. I truly believe EVERYTHING in life happens for a reason. Nothing is EVER incidental. Not even this list of 1,675 things about me
15. I DREAM of running into my special someone EVERYDAY. I KNOW I have already crossed paths with the man I’m going to marry. I just don’t know who he is
16. Grammar FACTS: I hardly ever get my idioms right. Best invention – Exclamation Mark!!! (I like 3 of them) Don’t believe in periods (or full stops for my Paki friends) – “…” is the 2nd best invention (dot dot dot). Favorite English word: “So”!!!
17. I’m NOT a planner. I leave everything up to the last minute. I like the pressure of time closing in on me, it makes me think quicker and act smarter, otherwise I tend to procrastinate a lot. I’m NOT an organizer too
18. Every night I set the alarm, I press the alarm button 3 times to make sure the alarm is on…it’s never once or twice or 4 times, it’s always 3 times. Weird, huh?
19. I think SNL is over-rated, Seinfeld is a show I absolutely cannot relate to, and Friends are NOT cute???!!!! Phoebe is annoying, Anniston is blaaah, Courtney Cox should’ve been the hype
20. I have a list of men I’d like to marry one day. Many have entered/exited but the one who tops the list now is DANIEL CRAIG
21. I HATE people who confuse opinions with facts…and try to convince you their opinion is either a fact or better than yours…Brad Pitt is good looking – OPINION!...Obama is the first black president of the U.S. – FACT! Get the difference!
22. My biggest pet peeve – when people steal other people’s friends mischievously…I have a strong tendency to attract those kind
23. I LOVE the smell of coffee. I’m addicted to tea
24. I’m addicted to music, best invention of man-kind -à iPOD. I download tunes every week. In fact, after watching a movie, I’m the idiot who’s downloading the soundtrack…yes, I actually pay attention to the score in the background
25. I was once addicted to the smell of gasoline. My father caught me one time sniffing through the back window of our car…we were at a gas station…I don’t remember what happened next
26. I once walked in on my parents “doing it”…I don’t remember what happened next
27. I’m a TV junkie – as of this moment I’m watching 10 shows…I used to watch 8 more but they were all cancelled. My top 3 TV shows of all times: Three’s Company, Sex and the City, LOST
28. I’m a work-out-aholic. I also run 9 miles a week
29. When I burp, the earth rumbles, and all my sisters will begin moving left to right acting as if an earth quake just hit us…(it’s a family joke)…but that’s how loud my burps are…if there’s ever a competition for the loudest burp, I will win it – FACT!
30. I don’t believe in best friends; I believe in good friends
31. I have a fear of heights
32. I’ve had this (same) recurring nightmare ever since I was a kid. My nightmares always include my house I grew up in Pakistan
33. I despise cooking, cleaning, and anything that involves me doing any sort of labor around the house. FACT: I do not know how to work the washer dryer. I’ve done laundry twice in my life – I had written down the instructions on a pink sticky note – I threw away the note later; FACT: I do not know how to work the dishwasher
34. I want to be married to a man who’s humble, loyal, intellectual, possessive, respectful, and never stingy, will always laugh at all my jokes, and be a traveler. Then I want to have 4 kids with him – Suleman, Enjeel, Harris, and Hira. I may have a 5th one after I reach 50
35. I LOVE to write – I LOVE to blog – I LOVE my blog
36. I have a fear of Randall’s…I’m convinced white people who shop there do not like brown people
37. I HATE stingy people
38. My favorite movie of all times is As Good As It Gets – I’ve watched it a gazillion times (see my infatuation with big numbers?)
39. The song “Khwaab” from Junoon always makes me cry…instantly
40. I believe SAM changed my life – Sam was my hair stylist
41. I HATE when people chew food with their mouths open – it ANNOYS me
42. My dream is to be in the FBI…working in Forensics…for that I want to get a Masters in Anthropology
43. I HATE money talk. I HATE small talk
44. Any time I’m making a conversation with someone and I forget what I was about to say next or I can’t remember something, I will zone out everything and everyone around me UNTIL I remember…I have called people at 4am to ask them about a movie or an event I couldn’t think of…I will not rest until I KNOW…it’s my worst habit…it ANNOYS every1 around me
45. I LOVE dropping the F-Bomb…but I will absolutely NEVER say holy moly or good gosh. “Are you INSANE?” is my favvvvorite phrase in the world
46. I spend 40% of time EACH DAY looking at myself in the mirror
47. I LOVE books. One day I want to have a huge library in my house
48. I LOVE shopping – it’s an escape, an aphrodisiac – shoes are my fetish - fashion is my motto. My Fashion Icon-ite - Siena Miller. Oh and I LOVE layering – I have been known to have put on 5 shirts at one time, and that doesn’t count the jacket
49. My 2009 resolution – to get a tattoo!BEST feeling in the world (following 2nd best: cleaning my ear with a Q-tip) is to be greeted by my nephew Asim and my niece Malaika. They’re the most yummy-licious priceless pieces of gems of my life. My heart melts when I enter my house and they both run over to hug me. All my worries dissolve, all my heartache disappears, the moment I lay my eyes on them. They both are the true blessings of my life
signed: Thinker-Bell
Thursday, December 4, 2008
SeLf--PiTy MoMeNt
Lately, I have been experiencing what I call self-pity moments, you know, jolts of spontaneous attacks where I just want to push myself into a corner, dive into an oh-I-don’t-know-what-the-hell-is-happening-in-my-life-and-WHY mode, and completely shut off any incoming data reminding me of ALL the blessings I have that I should be thankful for. In short, I want to deprive myself of any optimism coming my way. You know the kind of talk your friend gives you like “hey, everything will be okay” or “dude, the grass is always greener on the other side” or “have fun…you need to go out more”…pretty much the talk I give to my friends when they reach out to me. Isn’t it easier to preach than to practice? And I know everyone handles stress differently. While most people eagerly dive into a venting session or secretly succumbed to that Haagen Dazs container in the refrigerator, I willingly crawl into a shell…a typical Cancerian habit…and that shell is my mind…where I circle around the same thoughts over and over and over again…by no means to analyze or ponder but really in a funny-kind-of-sad way to feel even more sorrIER for myself…I think...really if there was a scale that measured wretchedness, that moment would top it for me. So occasionally my friends will say “why didn’t you call me?”…and I guess…I don’t know…I mean…I deal with my misery in a non-conventional way. I want to be left alone…why? Because I think I know well…because I think I know everything…because I think I’m an extremely intuitive Cancerian…and I just feel nothing anyone can possibly divulge can make me feel better…I am the ONLY one who can deal with my own demons. And this is where damage control borderlines damage!!! Going back to practicing what you preach – so much for my preaching rite – if I don’t allow anyone to preach to me, what gives me the right to preach to anyone else? I joke about this with my friends all the time that even if I manage to follow 40% of what I preach to others, my life would soooo make sense. But I’ve realized it’s not about making sense…you’re never expected to make sense out of your present life…if you could, you would know exactly what to expect the next moment…but you don’t. It’s the past we comprehend, the present we confuse, and the future we desire. And soon this “confusing” present moment will become a comprehendible one of the past…making way for a newer “confusing” present moment. So I’ve concluded what preaching really does is fuel hope…when I preach to my friends I’m only giving them hope…and honestly, what more can anyone ask for. All we do is fish for hope…all we can do…and by not letting my friends and family in at a time of need, I deprive myself of that hope. So I have decided that my 2009…one of my 2009 new year resolutions is “to polish up my bitching skills”…I’m going to learn how to vent to my friends and allow them into my life…so in exchange, I receive hope! Who knew good tactical bitching can actually create hope!!!
…I’m not making sense…so I must leave…I guess just one of them days…
signed: Thinker-Bell
…I’m not making sense…so I must leave…I guess just one of them days…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Monday, December 1, 2008
LiFe CaN't Be pLaNNeD
In the back of my mind, I always hoped that I would be walking down the hallway of the hospital and turn the corner to see the man of my dreams standing there in his white coat doing something doctorish…Well then life happened and what you hope for doesn’t quite turn out your way…and honestly the hospitals I have been doing my rotations at…I don’t think I would ever notice them if I didn’t have to work next to them everyday…So I had to rethink my approach to my personal life...I had to put myself out there…so I met this guy who lives here in New York…he seemed like a nice guy, attractive, tall, friendly, worked in the city as an accountant…So we talked on the phone a few times before we went on an actual first date…there were some things about him that I couldn’t quite figure out but I kept telling myself “I am giving people a chance” and so I did…I let the little things slide that could potentially become huge red flags but I was taking my new approach and there was no room for “his shoes really didn’t go with that outfit...wait I didn’t know that it was still 1995” excuses…
So we go on our first date and it starts off normal…it’s not like we are complete strangers…there are soo many things to talk about…but this could not have been more awkward…I kept trying to make conversation but he just kept looking straight thru me and then once in a while make a random comment like “your eyes..your eyes” (what about my eyes???)…The night progressed very slowly and at my attempt to be nice I maintained my smile and cheerful attitude…it didn’t last too long...I just could not take it anymore so I decided to call it a night…
I have to say the gentlemen part was yet to come because he offered to sit in the subway with me to drop me home on his way home to his parents house (honestly I just wanted to take a cab…but in his head that would mean he would have to pay for it…and apparently that was not included in his budget) I insisted that it was no problem…I go home at this hour all the time…it wasn’t even close to midnight yet…yet he was persistent about dropping me off so we get on the subway…I don’t know what it is but I guess there is something about me and subways…people just feel comfortable about saying whatever they like to me…so we sit and he begins his life story…yes his tragic, full of obstacles and challenges story…I mean ok maybe if we were married for 50 years and he was on his death bed and he really just wanted to get all this off his chest…I could understand him sharing…but I have only known you for five minutes…So the red flag is beyond obvious now…its soo obvious it was lit on fire! In my head…I immediately went into exit strategy mode…how am I to escape this horrible situation as quickly and painlessly as possible…so we get off at my subway stop and thank God my apartment is 5 blocks down so I tell him…thank you soo much for bringing me this far…that he didn’t have to but now I can go on my own...my apartment is a walk and I don’t want him to have to walk all the way there since he is already at the subway station…and then I basically bolted out of the station!
Then ofcourse the next day I get a phone call…and if it was Mr. right...I would have been ecstatic that he called me the next day...but seriously it doesn’t take a genius to know that it was the worst date ever…I just looked at my phone and pressed ignore…he called a couple of times throughout the week and I know maybe I should have picked up once and just told him I am sorry I am just really busy but I couldn’t even do that…the mere thought of having a conversation with him made me want to curl up in a hole and never come out…
Then I get the text message of all messages...he tells me how he thought I was a nice girl but that I am not…in fact I am ungrateful to the fact that he accompanied me on the subway and that he knows now why I am single…that regardless of this he will still pray for me because I am his sister in Islam...and the final thing (my favorite) good luck finding your sorry husband!!!!
All I could think was “PSYCHO”
What an experience….but hey it’s my life…it’s not too hard to believe it happened to me…(sad, I know :))
Then the other day I was in a clothing store with my friend when I see a long finger pointing at me saying “YOU” I look up to see him…and he continues “I am not talking to you anymore” and then disappears…hmm in the middle of Manhattan with millions of people all around…of course I would bump into him!
I couldn’t help but laugh…
signed: Macky
So we go on our first date and it starts off normal…it’s not like we are complete strangers…there are soo many things to talk about…but this could not have been more awkward…I kept trying to make conversation but he just kept looking straight thru me and then once in a while make a random comment like “your eyes..your eyes” (what about my eyes???)…The night progressed very slowly and at my attempt to be nice I maintained my smile and cheerful attitude…it didn’t last too long...I just could not take it anymore so I decided to call it a night…
I have to say the gentlemen part was yet to come because he offered to sit in the subway with me to drop me home on his way home to his parents house (honestly I just wanted to take a cab…but in his head that would mean he would have to pay for it…and apparently that was not included in his budget) I insisted that it was no problem…I go home at this hour all the time…it wasn’t even close to midnight yet…yet he was persistent about dropping me off so we get on the subway…I don’t know what it is but I guess there is something about me and subways…people just feel comfortable about saying whatever they like to me…so we sit and he begins his life story…yes his tragic, full of obstacles and challenges story…I mean ok maybe if we were married for 50 years and he was on his death bed and he really just wanted to get all this off his chest…I could understand him sharing…but I have only known you for five minutes…So the red flag is beyond obvious now…its soo obvious it was lit on fire! In my head…I immediately went into exit strategy mode…how am I to escape this horrible situation as quickly and painlessly as possible…so we get off at my subway stop and thank God my apartment is 5 blocks down so I tell him…thank you soo much for bringing me this far…that he didn’t have to but now I can go on my own...my apartment is a walk and I don’t want him to have to walk all the way there since he is already at the subway station…and then I basically bolted out of the station!
Then ofcourse the next day I get a phone call…and if it was Mr. right...I would have been ecstatic that he called me the next day...but seriously it doesn’t take a genius to know that it was the worst date ever…I just looked at my phone and pressed ignore…he called a couple of times throughout the week and I know maybe I should have picked up once and just told him I am sorry I am just really busy but I couldn’t even do that…the mere thought of having a conversation with him made me want to curl up in a hole and never come out…
Then I get the text message of all messages...he tells me how he thought I was a nice girl but that I am not…in fact I am ungrateful to the fact that he accompanied me on the subway and that he knows now why I am single…that regardless of this he will still pray for me because I am his sister in Islam...and the final thing (my favorite) good luck finding your sorry husband!!!!
All I could think was “PSYCHO”
What an experience….but hey it’s my life…it’s not too hard to believe it happened to me…(sad, I know :))
Then the other day I was in a clothing store with my friend when I see a long finger pointing at me saying “YOU” I look up to see him…and he continues “I am not talking to you anymore” and then disappears…hmm in the middle of Manhattan with millions of people all around…of course I would bump into him!
I couldn’t help but laugh…
signed: Macky
Saturday, November 8, 2008
nOt A TyPiCaL dAy...
So who says a typical day in Houston cannot be as thrilling as a day in New York City. When you leave your house in the morning in New York City, you’re bound to run into some Italian Restaurateur yelling at his bus boy, or some homeless person poppin out from the corner scaring the bejesus out of you, or some American Idol wannabe serenading you on his guitar throughout the subway ride to work. In Houston, you can experience the same excitement at a Burger King drive-thru during your lunch break. So I’m one of those not-so-skinny girls who doesn’t shy away from a good, juicy Whopper with cheese every once in a while. So earlier this week as a token of our nation’s newest celebration, I decided to treat my hungry-self to a Burger King Whopper meal. So I’m in the drive-thru lane about to place the order for my meal simultaneously on the phone with my sister when amidst my conversation I thought I heard the girl over the speaker say “your total is $6.27, please drive up to the first window”. So I, an avid Whopper eater, ignore the words entirely, of course, I heard that wrong! So I drive over to the first window, still on the phone, the dude with the thickest accent pokes his head out, and says something which resembles the words “your total is $6.27, ma’am”…now I know I wasn’t in the drive-thru Saltgrass lane so I’m of course staring at this man, smiling, dorki-ly, waiting desperately for him to say “Aha you’re on candid camera”…but that never happens…he keeps looking at me with the I-don’t-have-all-day-for-you-bitch-get-out-of-the-way-ma’am stare. So I say give the most logical response “are you kidding me?!? You’re telling me the Whopper meal is $6.27 sir?!? I mean is the recession hitting you guys that hard???!” I’m sorry, on any other given day, I’m a pretty sane, patient, reasonable, and humble person, rather approachable, but I don’t remember the last time I paid this much for a Whopper meal. I remember paying nothing over $5.00 back in the day…is “back in the day” really that back??? So helpless to the domino effect of the recession, the victim – ME - quietly drives up to the second window to claim her diamonds…I mean her Whopper meal…the girl at the window hands me my brown bag, I peek inside to take a look at my sushi-priced Whopper meal, I think I see a sandwich, or is it half of a sandwich, no wait…I think she gave me the kids meal instead…so I look at her and go, “ma’am is this the kids meal?”…she repeats my order like whatever, it's right...then my gaze shifts to the – please let me swallow hard here – FIFTEEN PIECES OF KIDS-SIZED FRIES in my fry holder!!! I couldn’t handle the disaster anymore…I just had to say something smart-ass-y “ma’am there are like FIFTEEN fries in my meal”…I get ignored…of course…annoyed and perplexed by the blatant rip-off, I just wanted to drive away and indulge my mouth to some hot, soft fries…which btw disappeared in like FIFTEEN SECONDS… so lemme ask y'all “does a damn Burger King meal really cost this much these days???” I’m no frugal, $6.27 is not the end of the world but still…have prices risen by such a ghastly proportion??!! I was enthralled for hours!!!
Then this morning, while I was entrenched in my Crude Oil Rigs research, this gentleman walks up to me and introduces himself. It’s pretty typical for people at my workplace to walk over to me to introduce themselves. I’ve only been there for a little over 6 weeks and we have 300 employees just in this office alone, then occasionally we get people from our HQ which is home to another 200-something people. Every day, first thing in the morning, I get hello and hi emails from several of our executives around the world so it’s always a wise idea to keep abreast of who’s who in the company. Anyhow, back to the story, so yeah this pleasant gentleman walks up to me, introduces himself and the name sounding remarkably familiar quickly gives me a common ground and a level of ease to start a conversation with him. He asks me who I’m working for and I tell him who and then what I do for him. Then I ask him “So Jeff, your name sounds familiar, what do you do?”…he goes “oh I’m the President of the Company!” [pause]…HUH? OMG I was sooooooooooooooooooo embarrassed…I’m thinking well hell yeah his name sounded familiar…I’ve only seen it like a 100x in our press releases!!! At that moment, I so badly wanted to pause time like Hiko Nakamura and run and hide under the table…but to my surprise, Jeff was a lot more sympathetic and hospitable than I took him to be…he totally covered up my embarrassment and cracked a joke at his expense…how nice of him… just another reason why I lurve working for my new company…every day holds a pleasant surprise…
So between my BK Rendezvous and an Official Jackass Moment, I think I’m ready for that light at the end of my tunnel…and that light just happens to be none other than Madonna’s concert a week from today…YES my MADGE is finally coming to Texas…and I CANNOT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAIT TO SEE HER IN CONCERT…
Peace
signed: Thinker-Bell
Then this morning, while I was entrenched in my Crude Oil Rigs research, this gentleman walks up to me and introduces himself. It’s pretty typical for people at my workplace to walk over to me to introduce themselves. I’ve only been there for a little over 6 weeks and we have 300 employees just in this office alone, then occasionally we get people from our HQ which is home to another 200-something people. Every day, first thing in the morning, I get hello and hi emails from several of our executives around the world so it’s always a wise idea to keep abreast of who’s who in the company. Anyhow, back to the story, so yeah this pleasant gentleman walks up to me, introduces himself and the name sounding remarkably familiar quickly gives me a common ground and a level of ease to start a conversation with him. He asks me who I’m working for and I tell him who and then what I do for him. Then I ask him “So Jeff, your name sounds familiar, what do you do?”…he goes “oh I’m the President of the Company!” [pause]…HUH? OMG I was sooooooooooooooooooo embarrassed…I’m thinking well hell yeah his name sounded familiar…I’ve only seen it like a 100x in our press releases!!! At that moment, I so badly wanted to pause time like Hiko Nakamura and run and hide under the table…but to my surprise, Jeff was a lot more sympathetic and hospitable than I took him to be…he totally covered up my embarrassment and cracked a joke at his expense…how nice of him… just another reason why I lurve working for my new company…every day holds a pleasant surprise…
So between my BK Rendezvous and an Official Jackass Moment, I think I’m ready for that light at the end of my tunnel…and that light just happens to be none other than Madonna’s concert a week from today…YES my MADGE is finally coming to Texas…and I CANNOT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAIT TO SEE HER IN CONCERT…
Peace
signed: Thinker-Bell
Friday, November 7, 2008
MUbarack To YoU ToO
I’m back BiiiiAAATCHES!!! This was America’s message this week when she made history – a history we will talk about, boast to, and admire for years to come – a milestone we are so blessed to witness – fruit of the selfless struggle of a man – man, an epitome of all colors, bloods, tongues, and races – representing the diversity, the cornerstone of our society – society which has nurtured times when a 14-year old black kid was killed for talking to a white woman – when a true blood was restrained to the boundaries of his reservation – when an 18-year old mule swallowed pallets of cocaine to seek a better life for her unborn – when a man is killed in the waking hours of the day for wearing a turban on his head – when a woman is stared down in the elevator for covering her head – times, rooted and reminded – of the fear in the last 8 years – fear of not crimes our hands had committed - but fear of what would befall upon us if our crimes were not to be committed – crimes justified in the name of religion and patriotism – all fakeness disguised as “change” – but real “change” has finally arrived – proving to many that we shall no longer seek fear to survive – fear is not power, it is control – and control is not America – WE are America – an “America” who gave birth to civil rights and liberties – an “America” who stood behind her woman and man of all colors at the voting booth – an “America” who held the podium for inspirations like Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, JFK, and John Lennon – an “America” who lends the microphone to Bill Mahr and Bill O’Reilly – an “America” where all bullsh*t is spoken – and heard – and neither is denied of its right or privilege - an “America” where we can choose to be whoever we want, whenever we want, and however we want – an “America” who does not discriminate amongst God(s) – an “America” where change is not only born but lived and appreciated – this week we brought that change back – thank Allah for that – in the words of America’s next 44th President Barack Hussain Obama, “we are the United States of America” – land of freedom – freedom of thought – so we cannot be manipulated anymore by manifested speculation also known as bullsh*t – like Joe the f**kin Plumber – c’mon, do not insult us by setting him as the American Paragon – is it because he’s the only one who’s capable of falling for your crap? America was the country of Joe the Plumber – America is now home to Joe the Intelligent Working Man who is well-rounded, conscientious, intuitive, educated, humble, tolerant, outspoken, progressive, and independent – and guess what? – that man did NOT vote for YOU!!! He voted for the ONE who will appreciate what he has to offer – and will reward him for what he can contribute – but - on the contrary, what if this Joe the Intelligent Working Man happens to be an Arab-American – I mean seriously what would your pious, I-speak-to-God-every-day, family-oriented self do? You do not even think Arabs are decent, hard-working human beings last time I tuned in – how would you converse and level with Joe the Arab – riiiiiite – you defy the very fundamentals on which this astounding nation was established – you insult the very principles our forefathers sacrificed their livelihood for – schools of thought reflected in the man elected (and I repeat that: elected) Barack Hussain Obama – blood of an immigrant, son of a white woman, skin of a black man, and name of a Muslim father – this is America Mrs. Todd Palin – not your well-bred soccer moms – so while the world looks forward to celebrating the rebirth of a nation waking up from 8 years of the Dark Ages, I highly recommend you trot back home, read up on world geography, expand your vocabulary, connect with your true Christian self (for once), stop bribing the officials, stop preaching and start practicing family values, spend some quality time with your pregnant teen, and when days of your short-lived 15 minutes of fame are catching up to you, pamper yourself to a haircut and for god’s sake get rid of those annoying bangs - and please don’t get in the way for we are about to march the streets of Washington in 74 days or less – to yell to the world out loud - Y’ALL, WE ARE BACK…AMERICA IS BACK…Beeeyoootch!!!
signed: Thinker-Bell
signed: Thinker-Bell
Friday, October 3, 2008
gOnE...iN a SpLiT sEcOnD
So today is one of those days when you really realize how unpredictable life is! And how helpless and exposed you are to that little known fact! Yesterday around 2:30 pm, my sister, my cousin, my mom and I were lounging around in our living room replaying the day’s events when suddenly we heard 6 gunshots right outside our front door. We sat glued to our sofa stunned for a good few seconds not wanting to believe those could possibly be gunshots when my dad comes running out of his room and all we heard him say was “(to my cousin) someone fired at your car!” Without any hesitation we ran outside only to find not-a-single soul on the street…no bullets…no damage to the car...no witnesses…no nothing. Apparently as soon as the so-called gunshots went off, my dad woke up and managed to sneak a peak at a van, dark green, caravan-looking van with people struggling inside…fighting maybe (?)…and then the van reversed in a hurry almost running into a car coming from the other side of the road and then sped away. So while we're outside searching for any clues, my sister kept glancing over at our neighbor’s house right across from us. Well a little introduction of our neighbors...we have this Hispanic family that lives right across from us. And every day after work there’s always someone or the other from the family sitting outside their garage chilling, listening to some serious authentic Mexican tunes, drinking, or grilling…it’s always either the “senior” dad (the grand dad) or his 30-something year old muscled up son watching his kids run across the front lawn. Although at times their music got uncomfortably loud, we ignored the inconvenience because frankly they’re so kind, friendly, and entirely innocuous. For us the 30-something son happens to be more of a watchdog of the neighborhood. Just the other day we had this insane, idiot teen drive on our street at 80 freakin mph…I kid you not, the 30-something son jumped out of his chair, chased the car on foot, made the driver stop the car, and yelled at him and threatened him to slow down..."there are kids in this neighborhood, you a$$h*le" he yelled. Now if that was me in the car I would have certainly wet my pants…but at that moment I felt so safe and relieved to have this man in our neighborhood. So anyways, back to yesterday, we were outside trying to figure out what really happened when my sister said to me “that’s really weird, there’s no one sitting outside our neighbor’s house, usually there’s someone or the other always there, and I even see a chair but no person” She insisted we walk over to our neighbor’s house to check and see if they heard or saw anything unusual...I mean someone had to validate those gunshots for us…after all we didn’t manifest the gunshots…and my dad did witness a struggle right before…but I conveniently ignored my sister's attempt…my argument - let’s not bother these people, I’m sure they didn’t hear anything. It was then my sister spotted this incompetent cop driving on our street. She ran over to the car to stop him only to hear him yell back at her “what’s the problem, I don’t have time, talk fast”…WHAT DID HE JUST SAY??? Sir, be nice…that’s all I could think of saying to him…my sister is not flagging you to get your digits…so after hearing what we “thought” happened, he scoffed at us (of course he thought we were making this up…at 2:30 on a Wednesday afternoon!?! ...seriously?)…and goes “gunshots? I don’t think so…I didn’t hear any gunshots? I was only two streets down” By this time, I’m already irate, this man thinks we don’t have anything better to do on a Wednesday than approach a random cop and report gunshots. He continued to scope the territory all the while scoffing and laughing…asks my dad “sir, did you say you saw a struggle? Did you see someone shooting at some person?” to which my dad replied “no I didn’t witness the actual shooting if there was one but I do know I heard gunshots, witnessed a struggle inside the car, and my guess is someone shot at someone”. To which he goes “well I hope they killed each other!” PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT DID THIS MAN JUST BARK??? I’m infuriated…obviously this man, this cop, was not interested in doing his job. Anyhow after 15 minutes of uncovering no evidence whatsoever, we returned to our nest still puzzled over the recent events of the day. Another 15 to 20 minutes passed by and all of a sudden, a plethora of cop cars filled up our street along with a Detective car and a Homicide Unit SUV. We ran outside wondering what happened this time only to find out that there actually were gunshots, and someone was murdered…someone no other than our sweet 30-something year old Hispanic son/neighbor! He was the one who got shot, right in front of his house, while he was sitting on his chair, a victim of a drive-by. So what really happened was by the time we made it outside following the gunshots, our sweet neighbor had managed to drag his almost lifeless body inside the garage but he didn’t make it to his house…he died on the way…inside the garage…6 gun shots…and to this hour (the clock just struck midnight) I still can’t get over the fact that he’s dead…and what’s worse is the entire time we were outside, he was battling to live…right there...only a few feet away from us…and my sister kept insisting we go look inside…AND I DIDN’T…none of us did…we could’ve saved him…we could’ve called the paramedics on time…because there was no one present inside his house at the time he was shot…unfortunately his wife discovered his dead body a good 10 to 15 minutes after the incident. ALL THIS TIME we could’ve saved him AND WE DIDN’T...COULDN'T….no matter how much I try, I can’t get the thought to escape my head…in all of 15 years we’ve been here, I’ve NEVER exchanged a single word with this man yet I’ve always admired him…his courage…his attitude...his efforts to keep our street safe…especially his fatherhood skills…all to end one afternoon over a stupid argument...one man decides to lose all sanity and kills him!!! What has become of this human race??? I swear…no hint of mercy remains…no conscience exists anymore…no heart beats…I mean I do admit I’m not fully aware of the entire story and for all I know, it could’ve been a personal vendetta but still! Yesterday watching CSI take pictures of the crime scene and then carry his body in a plastic bag just gave me the chills…bad chills…my first time witnessing a live crime scene…so close to home…I can’t tell you how scary it is to be this close to all the real drama. It’s so sad, in all these years we never bothered to talk and yet at his death I had nothing but words for him.
Keep smiling...cause we can be “gone…in a split second”…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Keep smiling...cause we can be “gone…in a split second”…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Monday, September 29, 2008
tHe SuBwAy ScEnE
So I get on the train on my way home from the hospital. I sit down at the very end of the cart with my friend. We are just talking about the day when a short, round Indian man in his mid thirties with the fresh from the motherland….navy blue jacket, green shirt and brown tapered pants look…walks into the train. He is on the other corner but quickly spots us and automatically switches into his favorite Indian actor Govinda. He begins to serenade me with his much rehearsed in the shower singing routine…”La la la la la…mixed in with some phrases that were familiar but that I could not completely recognize…la la la la la…” I couldn’t help but laugh but of course in their language that means flashing green light…I had unintentionally given him the go ahead…So he stops and comes to stand in front of me hanging over the pole…
Happy short, round Indian man: Are you from India?
My friend, on my behalf, of course I am just staring in shock, nodding my head: No
Surprised short, round Indian man: Then where are you girls from?
My annoyed friend: No where…we are from no where…
Surprised and confused short, round Indian man: “From nowhere? Well she looks like she could be Indian..
Friend: NO!
Eager short, round Indian man: “Her (pointing at me with his middle finger of course) for me?”
My friend: N…O…NO!
Sad short, round Indian man: Sigh…
So he turns around and walks to the doorway and waits for his stop. Not losing hope he starts singing again but now takes out his cool new I Phone...plays with it long enough for me to notice…then puts it away…just giving me a little taste of how “cool” he really is...
Still persistent he comes and takes a loop around the pole one last time and with all his might sings his heart out and exits the train as the doors open…
In the ideal world…he would have been the man of my dreams who comes and sweeps me off my feet…but this is the real world…my world…just another one of those stories to add to the collection….
signed: Macky
Happy short, round Indian man: Are you from India?
My friend, on my behalf, of course I am just staring in shock, nodding my head: No
Surprised short, round Indian man: Then where are you girls from?
My annoyed friend: No where…we are from no where…
Surprised and confused short, round Indian man: “From nowhere? Well she looks like she could be Indian..
Friend: NO!
Eager short, round Indian man: “Her (pointing at me with his middle finger of course) for me?”
My friend: N…O…NO!
Sad short, round Indian man: Sigh…
So he turns around and walks to the doorway and waits for his stop. Not losing hope he starts singing again but now takes out his cool new I Phone...plays with it long enough for me to notice…then puts it away…just giving me a little taste of how “cool” he really is...
Still persistent he comes and takes a loop around the pole one last time and with all his might sings his heart out and exits the train as the doors open…
In the ideal world…he would have been the man of my dreams who comes and sweeps me off my feet…but this is the real world…my world…just another one of those stories to add to the collection….
signed: Macky
Friday, September 19, 2008
NaDiR
continuation of "Rise & Shine...Not Rise & Whine"
So…they say sometimes misery is good for you…it is motivation in disguise…I know because I used mine to dig myself out of my nadir…I had my resume prepared but countless hours of networking, job search and internet research laid ahead. I have to admit looking for a job is teeeeedious…it is practically a full-time job of its own. For at least one month I received zilch responses…as if I was completely non-existent to the outside world…no one was responding to me…it was incredibly frustrating…irateness grew…here I was seeking motivation to change my life instead I was getting discouraged by the minute…it was at that moment I decided to do the inevitable...I decided I would consider moving to New York to find my next dream Market Research job…which meant I was actually ready to cut the cord…yes I’m one of those who still live with my parents…I love my family and I love coming home to them every night but I knew I needed to venture out to seek a better life. So I began to send my resume to companies in New York. In no time I started getting phone calls, emails, leading up to phone interviews resulting in face-to-face interviews. I was in heaven!!! Even though I had no clue how I would go about starting a new life in New York, part of me knew it would come to me in time…I had friends I could rely on for support if I needed…you see I believe in signs…I believe that’s how sometimes God speaks to you…God or your fate…and I saw the sign…and I went towards it! In August, I arrived in New York City for three possible interviews…in a nutshell, my first interview which was at my top-of-the-list company Nielsen Online turned out to be nostalgic…frightening…ODD people…I swear I have not experienced such un-professionalism in an interview before…girls were downright rude…egotistical…bunch of fifteen year olds who rose to fame a little too hastily…it was like being a victim of a good cop/bad cop situation where the good cop stared at the ground without uttering a single word while the bad cop interrogated the bejesus out of me…so you know that didn’t go anywhere. The second company I interviewed with suffered a 200-person lay-off the day before my interview was set…go figure…and my third interviewer scared the hell out of me…again…twice in a row!!! Am I really that fragile…or inexperienced??? So after my 8th day in NYC, I was burnt out, back to square one with no potential…then the amazing happened…my phone rang and this Corporate Recruiter with a company in Houston gave me hope…to come back home and give his company a chance. I arrived in Houston on Friday, interviewed with his company Friday evening and had the offer in my hands the following Friday, exactly a week later!!! At that moment outside Café Express, I realized it couldn’t be any better for me!!! I have my dream Market Research job at a fabulous company, earning the money I desire, and working with a team I feel comfortable with. You see I gave NYC a shot but while I was there, I missed my family and my friends…I missed my life…I knew when the time came, I could survive there but that meant starting a new life with new people, something I’m not too fond of… yet I knew I had to be in NYC for a purpose…each interview I participated in polished and prepared me more for my next …and by the time I interviewed at my new job I was a Pro!!! But not only that, I found out how important it is for me to spend the time I have right now with my family and friends…if I don’t have to then why should I move away from them… if anything life has taught me in the last couple of months is never give up hope, aim for your dream, put your best effort and let good things come to you and you’ll see where change was needed in life for not everything in life is broken…some things in life are truly blessings in disguise…
signed: Thinker-Bell
So…they say sometimes misery is good for you…it is motivation in disguise…I know because I used mine to dig myself out of my nadir…I had my resume prepared but countless hours of networking, job search and internet research laid ahead. I have to admit looking for a job is teeeeedious…it is practically a full-time job of its own. For at least one month I received zilch responses…as if I was completely non-existent to the outside world…no one was responding to me…it was incredibly frustrating…irateness grew…here I was seeking motivation to change my life instead I was getting discouraged by the minute…it was at that moment I decided to do the inevitable...I decided I would consider moving to New York to find my next dream Market Research job…which meant I was actually ready to cut the cord…yes I’m one of those who still live with my parents…I love my family and I love coming home to them every night but I knew I needed to venture out to seek a better life. So I began to send my resume to companies in New York. In no time I started getting phone calls, emails, leading up to phone interviews resulting in face-to-face interviews. I was in heaven!!! Even though I had no clue how I would go about starting a new life in New York, part of me knew it would come to me in time…I had friends I could rely on for support if I needed…you see I believe in signs…I believe that’s how sometimes God speaks to you…God or your fate…and I saw the sign…and I went towards it! In August, I arrived in New York City for three possible interviews…in a nutshell, my first interview which was at my top-of-the-list company Nielsen Online turned out to be nostalgic…frightening…ODD people…I swear I have not experienced such un-professionalism in an interview before…girls were downright rude…egotistical…bunch of fifteen year olds who rose to fame a little too hastily…it was like being a victim of a good cop/bad cop situation where the good cop stared at the ground without uttering a single word while the bad cop interrogated the bejesus out of me…so you know that didn’t go anywhere. The second company I interviewed with suffered a 200-person lay-off the day before my interview was set…go figure…and my third interviewer scared the hell out of me…again…twice in a row!!! Am I really that fragile…or inexperienced??? So after my 8th day in NYC, I was burnt out, back to square one with no potential…then the amazing happened…my phone rang and this Corporate Recruiter with a company in Houston gave me hope…to come back home and give his company a chance. I arrived in Houston on Friday, interviewed with his company Friday evening and had the offer in my hands the following Friday, exactly a week later!!! At that moment outside Café Express, I realized it couldn’t be any better for me!!! I have my dream Market Research job at a fabulous company, earning the money I desire, and working with a team I feel comfortable with. You see I gave NYC a shot but while I was there, I missed my family and my friends…I missed my life…I knew when the time came, I could survive there but that meant starting a new life with new people, something I’m not too fond of… yet I knew I had to be in NYC for a purpose…each interview I participated in polished and prepared me more for my next …and by the time I interviewed at my new job I was a Pro!!! But not only that, I found out how important it is for me to spend the time I have right now with my family and friends…if I don’t have to then why should I move away from them… if anything life has taught me in the last couple of months is never give up hope, aim for your dream, put your best effort and let good things come to you and you’ll see where change was needed in life for not everything in life is broken…some things in life are truly blessings in disguise…
signed: Thinker-Bell
RiSe & sHiNe…nOt RiSe & wHiNe
So…for many weeks (more like months) I have been candidly “whining” about my daily frustrations at work and monotony of life in general. My parents always taught us growing up it is much easier to feel sorry for yourself than attempt to do something about it. Self-Pity is tempting…self-indulging…makes you doubt your own potential to make better…makes you lose faith in yourself. I see self-pity and lack of faith as analogous. It’s easier to blame the society, the world, incidents, accidents, and other people for mishaps than stepping up to take responsibility. And I’m not someone who shies away from responsibility. I remember when I used to take pride in responsibility…it helped define not only the person I was but a person I could be. Yet I lost part of that sensation over the last couple of years because I stopped thinking about dreams and tasks and people and goals which mattered to me and were dearest to me. For instance, I woke up every day to a job I knew I didn’t have my heart into…it wasn’t what I intended to set out to do more than a decade ago when I graduated from College. I knew I had to go back to doing Market Research – one thing I was passionate for as long as I remember! Recently a dear friend asked me to define the term “Market Research” to him…so I set out to explain what it entailed in most basic terms…in the world of B2B (business-to-business), consumer and media research. It was funny because he interrupted me half way to say oh that’s market research?…I always wondered who signed up for such boring stuff… gee I love boring stuff…well I guess that’s when you know something is a passion…when no one else sees it but you! So for a couple of years after College, I managed to make it in the world of Market Research until the late 90s/early 2000s when the economy was hard hit by the dot com bust. Businesses crumbled and unfortunately market research took a back seat. One can’t stick it out without a paycheck for a long time so I jumped at the first opportunity which knocked at my door…where I work now. Four years later, I came to the realization I needed Market Research back in my life…I’m thankful of the awakening…I’ve heard many people spend years searching for their forte and here I had found mine! Right then I knew finding my dream job was going to be a challenging task…to head back into a field I had stayed away from for many years. I had to network hard, research the industry thoroughly, find out who’s who in Market Research, and most importantly, create the right resume…after all YOU are YOUR RESUME!!! I can’t emphasize it enough…for those of you who find yourselves in my shoes…PLEASE focus hard on your resume!!! You won’t believe everything on my to-do list was easy once I took the time out of my day to actually do it…except for writing that darn resume…boy it was the toughest task of all…I now believe all those articles I read which rated the overwhelming task of “writing your resume” as the number one reason people choose to stay in unhappy jobs…I almost decided to just stay the hell where I was fearing the amount of intelligent brainstorming I had to do to write my resume. But…two nights, four-hour sleeps and five cups of tea later, I completed my resume!!! I was now going to rise and shine, not rise and whine!!! Coming up next: my journey into the world of job search...
to be continued…
signed: Thinker-Bell
to be continued…
signed: Thinker-Bell
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
gReY's HoPe
Don’t wonder why people go crazy,
wonder why they don’t
In a course of a day,
wonder how we all keep it together
I got this from one of my favorite shows Grey’s Anatomy. Maybe I am bias to it because it is centered on the lives of residents but in all fairness it is about life. In this particular episode, there is a middle aged woman with a brain tumor who goes on vacation before her scheduled elective surgical procedure which she may or may not survive. Well when she goes on this trip she meets the man of her dreams in the Cinderella story type of way, glass slipper and all. She returns to the hospital on the day of the surgery and requests to have her surgery delayed because the love of her life is supposed to be arriving around 4 pm. Her daughter confides in the surgeons that her mother has been known to make up stories ever since she was diagnosed with the brain tumor and that nobody believes that this man really exists. Despite this, they wait until 5:15 pm with no sign of him. The patient starts crying, “Did I make him up? I couldn’t have, it was so real.”
She is taken into the operating room. During the surgery, they are informed that there is a man asking for their patient. She did not wake up again. She never was able to see that he was real.
I woke up today wondering how we all live our lives and somehow manage not to lose it. We are all faced with so many challenges yet for the most part we come out of it stronger, wiser and ready to take on the next one. It’s the power of the human mind. As a medical student, I meet so many different types of people on a daily basis. Some that are strong enough to deal with it on their own, some that are able to hide their fear, some that do not have any emotions at all, some that go into a state of denial, some that break down. Despite all measurements taken, all we can really offer anyone is hope. Hope that at the end of the day, you will have the ability to accept and work thru what life has presented.
signed: Macky
wonder why they don’t
In a course of a day,
wonder how we all keep it together
I got this from one of my favorite shows Grey’s Anatomy. Maybe I am bias to it because it is centered on the lives of residents but in all fairness it is about life. In this particular episode, there is a middle aged woman with a brain tumor who goes on vacation before her scheduled elective surgical procedure which she may or may not survive. Well when she goes on this trip she meets the man of her dreams in the Cinderella story type of way, glass slipper and all. She returns to the hospital on the day of the surgery and requests to have her surgery delayed because the love of her life is supposed to be arriving around 4 pm. Her daughter confides in the surgeons that her mother has been known to make up stories ever since she was diagnosed with the brain tumor and that nobody believes that this man really exists. Despite this, they wait until 5:15 pm with no sign of him. The patient starts crying, “Did I make him up? I couldn’t have, it was so real.”
She is taken into the operating room. During the surgery, they are informed that there is a man asking for their patient. She did not wake up again. She never was able to see that he was real.
I woke up today wondering how we all live our lives and somehow manage not to lose it. We are all faced with so many challenges yet for the most part we come out of it stronger, wiser and ready to take on the next one. It’s the power of the human mind. As a medical student, I meet so many different types of people on a daily basis. Some that are strong enough to deal with it on their own, some that are able to hide their fear, some that do not have any emotions at all, some that go into a state of denial, some that break down. Despite all measurements taken, all we can really offer anyone is hope. Hope that at the end of the day, you will have the ability to accept and work thru what life has presented.
signed: Macky
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
a NeW dAy!!!
So…I know I have been a slacker blogger lately. And it's not because I don't have anything to write about. It's just you know I feel like I'm at a point in my life where the monotony of it is catching up to me…gradually. I'm a fairly optimistic person who lives and breathes in the present moment and always manages to keep myself occupied. Lately, though, I feel like I'm beginning to lose control of the real me and letting boredom consume me. I HATE being in a state of restlessness. It fuels an idle mind and you know what they say about an idle mind: it is the devil's workshop. And my workshop is a magnet for random thoughts…at times useless ones too…thoughts which tend to drain positive energy out of your mind. See…I've always managed to live the present moment to its fullest and not really worry too much about what lies ahead for me. I believe the decisions we make today lay the foundation for our future…doesn't mean I don't plan ahead of time or indulge in savings at all…I do but I don't allow myself to get caught up in the uncertainties of the future. I'm a GIRL OF THE PRESENT TIME! I've always believed things happen for a reason and if you tread forward in life with just some faith, you'll be surprised how life unveils itself to you in all the right places at the right time. For that reason, I have, on most occasions, remained optimistic about life, myself, where I am now and where I am heading, always with hope and never bearing a single shred of doubt about my right to be happy and content. So now that I find myself stuck in this moment of helplessness, I'm slowly beginning to lose my grip on reality and hope…each day. First, I'm tired of where I work. I'm tired of doing the same thing over and over again for 4 years…looking at the same faces each day for the last 4 years…attending the same intense but pointless meetings each day for the last 4 years…all that minus any progression. I'm not sure how I allowed myself to get caught up in this web of monotony…I have never managed to stay at one job for more than two years…I'm an addict for bigger and better things. Going back to when I first got this job, I must admit it was a dream job in many ways. I LOVED the people I worked with. I was envious of my CEO, a thirty-something woman, who came up the ranks of middle class America, worked her way through the same corporate bullshit until finally breathing in some guts to start a successful venture of her own. To draw you a picture of where I worked, our office was a spacious, NY-style loft amidst the artsy district of Houston. Techno/Dance beats played all day long (music from all over the world from Claude Challe, DJ Tiesto to David Guetta and Danii Minogue)…FREE grocery (YES! you asked for anything on the grocery list and it was delivered to you every week)…every other Friday off…a fully-stocked kitchen to show-off your cooking talents…crazy fun happy hours and team building events (picnics at the park, bus rides to the theatre, volunteering at local charity events, lunch massages)…on any given day, the CEO could halt the work day at 5pm and walk us over to one of the nearby restaurants for a quick drink and a fresh breeze! The company was progressive and well reputed in the industry…we were honored amongst Fortune 50 companies and ranked highest in lists like The Fastest Growing Companies and Best Places To Work At. What I did? Maybe not too challenging…however required a level of discipline and tenacity I managed to look forward to and celebrate every day. The best feature of all was the team I worked with… we worked extremely well with each other in spite of our eccentricities…there was sportsmanship and mutual respect amongst everyone and a sense of loyalty and commitment. Most of all, I made two very special friends right here…at this place…hopefully for a lifetime! All the elements factored in my decision to remain employed at this company over the years. It was a place where you felt just downright COMFORTABLE…yes, I want to talk about COMFORT…because it is exactly what is pushing me out the door now. See when I felt COMFORTABLE at this place, I knew I'd be here for a while. COMFORT was healthy until the luxury of it sucked me in big time…to an extent I became immune to a structured schedule… as long as I enjoyed walking into a place for 10+ hours a day, I felt I had nothing else to worry about…spoiled…gradually…no headaches…I mean every other day you'd face a challenge to keep you going yet in the end, you knew exactly what to expect on your typical day…no belittling surprises…the feeling promotes a healthy life outside of work you know…you don't take home the unnecessary headache of a job with you…so it was a relief to have a steady, healthy, thriving, fun work day…then came stagnancy…you realized albeit a typical day at work wasn't a bumpy roller coaster ride, but from time to time, you craved to slip or fall or hit a wall to put those cells in your grey matter in motion so you can pick yourself up…give yourself a challenge…a chance to replenish your strengths…fuel your motivation level…inspire personal growth… all the right ingredients to a better ME…yet at the same time, COMFORT was too tough to let go of…unfortunately now I realize COMFORT is the sole cause of my restlessness...for it depleted me of all the right ingredients…what was I thinking??? I let myself be so consumed with COMFORT, I almost lost the desire to grow…it's killing me…to feel this way…the very essence of the company which inspired me to come work here now makes me want to leave the place…I HATE this comfort…I HATE the free food…I HATE fun parties…nothing seems to motivate me anymore…every day I want to wiggle out of my bubble…there are days I just want to YELL…LOUD. Isn't if funny? What I loved about my life only a few years back I despise now!!! Tells you life is indeed full of 180-degree surprises. BUT since I'm a fairly optimistic person who lives and breathes in the present moment to create my future and believes everything happens for a reason, I'm willing to approach this outlook from a more positive perspective. Just like success one moment can turn into failure the next, you should be nothing but hopeful a failure today can and will only turn into a success next, right??? So the way I look at life is it's never really that bad…you may think now is your worst moment…which means…it's only going to get better from here… after darkness, there's always light…everything in life is connected, one moment only leads to another…your worst now will push out the best in you later…some day in the future you'll be sipping your morning coffee smiling at today, hell you needed to be here today to be there tomorrow, right???!!! So…here's a little breakfast recipe for you to consume every morning you wake up (helps me with my sanity): A dose of patience, perseverance, hope and faith every day will keep the bad juju away!!! Here's CHEERS…to a new day!!!
signed: Thinker-Bell
Sunday, August 24, 2008
tHe HiTcH
So…very recently I discovered my sister has my profile up on a Muslim matrimonial website…secretly ALL this time…without my knowledge AND consent…how siblingioushly sneaky of her!!! I know deep down inside she truly has all the good intentions behind her mission so I won't pick on her…not this time…well for starters I'm glad someone "youthful" stepped up to this challenge to help bring single Muslim boys and girls together, contrary to old-fashion match-making practices mishandled by bored, clueless and socially-awkward middle-aged desi aunties. Don't get me wrong, I respect anyone who willingly steps forward in making marriages happen, it's self-rewarding but by no means an easy job…it takes a certain level of awareness, perseverance, idealism, logic, creativity, and soul-fullness paired with ahelluvalotta patience + a prescription of Xanax…in short attributes lacking in many match-makers I've had the pleasure of dealing with. Instead they treat this act of kindness like it's some sort of a business transaction to add fuel to their petty cash fund…well wouldn't it be nice if finding the right person was ONLY that simple!!! So I'm thinking finally someone young, fresh, informed and non-money motivated individual like my sister resurfaces to bring life to an otherwise hope-less venture for many single desi women out there...why wouldn't it work, riiite? So get this, she refers to herself as "The Hitch" of Facebook…the "Love Guru" of the web…do you think match-making is a talent you're born with much like art or music? I think so, I call it the "art of pairing"! And I know I certainly don't have it…I mean if I was to pair up people, they'd think I was socially retarded, I'd make more enemies than Fidel Castro…they'd put a bounty on my head…oh okay maybe not so much cruelty…but I'd suck ROYALLY… oh well…so prior to my sister launching her latest venture, I was seriously questioning and debating the so-called "profession" of match-making especially in our desi culture. Of course the contemplation cultivated as a result of several failed attempts of professional match-making I've experienced over the last years. I seriously ponder if desi-aunty match-making can work on a professional level. What do YOU think? Are you willing to trust someone you barely know to possibly and successfully match you with your soul mate all based on information provided on a given application? Do you really think the mechanics of it works like fitting pieces of a puzzle together…logically not spiritually? Do you think there is/isn't logic to it after all? Do you think it's fair to choose whom you wish to speak to or not speak to based on a picture and a profile? What if someone just takes good pictures at the end of the day. I mean do your pictures reflect your true colors? What if we're passing on the right person by saying no to a bad picture and considering all the wrong options by saying yes to good pictures? I mean close your eyes and think of someone, lets say a guy you know of, whose pictures don't do him justice yet in reality his dynamic personality makes him an irresistibly attractive man you would have undeniably given a chance to any day…but…would you have after looking at only his picture? Are we being fair to ourselves by limiting our perception to pictures and profiles as a means to decide whom we wish to spend the rest of our lives with? I mean think of our typical desi profile: my name - ____; my age - ____ ; my height - ____ (minus 3 inches fo shizzle); my mother's name - ____; my father's name - ____; my mother's occupation - ____ (who cares); my father's occupation - ____ ; my grandfather's name - ____ (puh-leeeaze); my grandmother's name - ____ (dude I barely remember my own grandma's name, u kidding me); my grandfather's occupation - ____ (STOP!!!); my great grandmother-- (it's hurting now); my brother's name - ____ (Jezuz); my brother's wife's occupation - ____ (I think I'm seeing dead people now); my heritage - ____ (human-oid-ish???); here's my FAVorite one my interests - ____ (includes down-to-earth [huh?], biking, reading, music, cycling, going out with friends, movies, skiing, sky diving, scuba diving, mountain climbing, hiking, horse riding, rock climbing, swimming, white-water rafting, diving [it's like a hyper-caffeinated-buzzed-up Michael Phelps])…oh wait…I forgot "Opera"…Opera? OOOOOpera? what the f**k!!! Did you just say Opera? Dude, you're desi, we don't listen to no Opera...stop humiliating yourself…!!! Oh Oh wait…and have you noticed all their sisters are always married…with kids…and they're like 16 no more than 22…??? Why is that so??? Am I the only sister around that defies the norm here sir??? I mean seriously…so let me ask you again, can you really decide based on this information + a Glamour Shot that he may be THE ONE??? Has it ever occurred to you that he's only telling you what he knows you'd LIKE to see on paper? I mean doesn't this ALL seem a bit too superficial to you? Outdated maybe? I mean…haven't we come a long ways to realize this is all too shallow for our times??? That maybe, just maybe, we need to progress towards more innovative ways and encourage more "open" and candid means to get to know each other on a personal level than having to rely on what's on paper. That maybe in this day and age, old tricks should be abandoned and no longer put to use for they only push as behind on the timeline and depreciate our mentality further. If we remain dependent on old-school methods, we won't adapt to new times and the reality is that times have changed and so have we and so have our needs. I'm the new woman who doesn't lack means to support myself, socially, financially, spiritually and mentally, and what I need from my man cannot be reflected via any data on a piece of paper, in all honesty! I want to be taken care of, provided for, I wish to be respected, loved, trusted, but most of all I want to be mentally and intellectually stimulated, how can I possibly conclude that from an already "filtered" profile??? Am I looking in all the wrong places for a BRAINgasm???!!!
I believe good things that are meant to be come to you when the time is right...catch you by suprise...in the moment/time/place you least expect it...when you are ready for it but not necessarily searching too hard for it...so you don't miss out on the present...you acknowledge it, say it, tell the universe sorta way...and let God work His magic...wait for fate to come around the corner...I for one would like to stumble upon the moment by chance...
signed: Thinker-Bell
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
gRoUnDhOg DaY!!!
I wake up every day to the same thing…the same feeling of impending doom…I do the same exact thing…go to the same coffee shop…order the same nonfat latte…and go to sleep in the same rigid posture with the same when is this going to be over feeling! I have my board exam coming up in about ten days so you can just imagine how horrible I look and feel at this point…actually…no you probably can’t because unlike normal people who have everyday stress in their lives and still manage to take care of themselves and put in an effort to look presentable…I am not one of those people…I just look like crap!
So the downward spiral of my life started a couple of days ago when I woke up one morning and was just physically exhausted…I was soo tired that I got up did the regular brush my teeth and wash my face…but unlike every morning I just couldn’t put in the energy to take a shower…I literally put on a pair of jeans and walked out of my house with the same t-shirt I wore to bed! Yes I am not making that up!
The next day I realize that I have become socially incompetent…I honestly cannot even carry on a normal conversation about nothing…I think I have been reading about soo many diseases that I have forgotten the common words in the English language…it would be excusable to some point if I actually was knowledgeable about medicine but even that I cannot recall….
sooo I was talking to my mom…the last person who would give up on me…I mean she has to love me unconditionally….and she should talk to me regardless of me making any sense…so she puts me on speakerphone…tells me that she is just doing stuff but she is listening…so I go on telling her this story about a movie I watched at 2 in the morning cuz I couldn’t sleep…a couple of minutes later…I hear my dad say my name and I am like dad where did u come from…and in a confused tone he goes who are you talkin to…so I am like mom obviously who else would I be talking to…and he responds…well she left for bed bath a couple of min ago…OMG!!
And I think this morning I officially hit the lowest point of my studying career….I went to the laundromat cuz I have absolutely nothing left to wear…so I am in there tryin to get change for the washing machine and this girl next to me who is using the ATM (she is dressed all cute, hair done..makeup and all that jazz) taps me on my shoulder and is like excuse me…why isn’t the ATM working…has it been giving you these problems? My jaw just dropped open…I guess my silence and blank stare tipped her off…and she goes…omg! you don’t work here!
When is this day going to end?????
signed: Macky
So the downward spiral of my life started a couple of days ago when I woke up one morning and was just physically exhausted…I was soo tired that I got up did the regular brush my teeth and wash my face…but unlike every morning I just couldn’t put in the energy to take a shower…I literally put on a pair of jeans and walked out of my house with the same t-shirt I wore to bed! Yes I am not making that up!
The next day I realize that I have become socially incompetent…I honestly cannot even carry on a normal conversation about nothing…I think I have been reading about soo many diseases that I have forgotten the common words in the English language…it would be excusable to some point if I actually was knowledgeable about medicine but even that I cannot recall….
sooo I was talking to my mom…the last person who would give up on me…I mean she has to love me unconditionally….and she should talk to me regardless of me making any sense…so she puts me on speakerphone…tells me that she is just doing stuff but she is listening…so I go on telling her this story about a movie I watched at 2 in the morning cuz I couldn’t sleep…a couple of minutes later…I hear my dad say my name and I am like dad where did u come from…and in a confused tone he goes who are you talkin to…so I am like mom obviously who else would I be talking to…and he responds…well she left for bed bath a couple of min ago…OMG!!
And I think this morning I officially hit the lowest point of my studying career….I went to the laundromat cuz I have absolutely nothing left to wear…so I am in there tryin to get change for the washing machine and this girl next to me who is using the ATM (she is dressed all cute, hair done..makeup and all that jazz) taps me on my shoulder and is like excuse me…why isn’t the ATM working…has it been giving you these problems? My jaw just dropped open…I guess my silence and blank stare tipped her off…and she goes…omg! you don’t work here!
When is this day going to end?????
signed: Macky
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