I am Porky Pig!

This post is a continuation of the previous entry. Let me copy paste, one of Ahmed’s comment, on the previous post.

Yesterday Taha (duckie) and I were thinking which looney toon character would suit Tahseer and the results are so:
Bugs Bunny: Extra smart for her
Tweety bird: Too smart for her
Porky pig: Smart for her
Daffy Duck: Still smart for her
Road runner: Too fast for her
Sylvester: A little smarter then her
Coyote: Always had bad luck but is really close to her

So we decided on the coyote.

Right.. so what do you people think I am?

….later, Ahmed sent me this link that takes you to a quiz which evaluates you as one of the Looney toon characters. Guess who turned out to be Coyote?... Shhhh… it was Ahmed.

I took the quiz, I turned out to be Porky Pig. This is what the quiz results said:

You scored 42 Aggression, 100 Sophistication, and 28 Optimism!

Non-aggressive, possibly shy, dapper, well-mannered, and likely far too hard on yourself, you are the prototypical conscientious friend who too often gets taken advantage of. Generally you don’t like to make a fuss and are more or less adverse to risk-taking. There are those out there who make entire careers out of manipulating people like you, and you should be very weary of them. Regardless, try taking a few risks and definitely stick up for yourself more. Maybe quit your safe but boring job, or ask that special person out. You are someone of high moral character and probably deserve far more out of life than you are settling with.

Here is the link… check it out… what Looney toon character are you?

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Ahmed

Meet Ahmed :-) … You know the Vice President of the Mechanical Engineering Club, AUS. I am not sure when I met him… I think in my NGN110 class, freshman year… anyway that is not important…over the course of these four years we didn’t meet much. It was a “Hi” and “Bye” situation, with the occasional “How is the weather” talk. This semester, our final semester, we are in a couple of courses together and most of our conversations seem to revolve around how much I hate him and also about my Favorite Mechanical Engineering Guy *Sigh*….*Jumping up and down*…*AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*… rest assured… Ahmed, I still hate you.

Back to Ahmed (who has been nagging me about bogging about him J) You see, he sits behind me in our philosophy class, where I normally keep on dozing off. So to add a small entertainment element, we pass messages written on small paper. I am not sure about what we write about, but the topic of my Favorite Mechanical Engineering Guy has popped up many times... no doubt his attempts to wake me up... **Sigh*….*Jumping up and down*…*AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*… rest assured… Ahmed, I still hate you.

Ahmed has helped me learn how to cheat and walk out midway of a class session… most of all he has help me learn how silly he is. Here is my proof: Taha (duckie), Ahmed, and myself had to prep up for 2 presentations for this really boring course called Project Management. So it was decided that Ahmed and I would do one presentation and Taha and this other dude would do the second one. Now, we (Ahmed and myself) each took one presentation and started counting slides to see which presentation was longer… and that would be given to Taha… (The poor kid is so sweet… more on this later in the post.)
I started counting and finished only to find Ahmed looking intently at the monitor with a pencil and a paper; with every click of the mouse, he wrote down the number of the slide. The reason: “I will get confused with all the animation in the slide and I don’t want to loose count”. Stupid.

His silliness keeps me up in class and entertains me…but more importantly he will be introducing me to my Favorite Mechanical Engineering Guy *Sigh*….*Jumping up and down*…*AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*… rest assured… Ahmed, I still hate you.

About Taha… Ahmed’s twin (you know the brother from another mother story applies here)... this sweet kid… helped me reach home after the bus missed our bus stop. Unfortunately, I have no sense of direction and the fact that I have lived in this country for twenty years has not helped me learning roads. Frankly, I don’t know the way to my university (which I have been attending for four years) and Home (where I have lived for about 10 plus years). Anyhow … Taha was the redeemer of the day… he talked/drove me home from where the bus dropped us….a block away from my home. Thank you :-) Oh.. he too is good friends with my Favorite Mechanical Engineering Guy, *Sigh*….*Jumping up and down*…*AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa*… rest assured… Ahmed, I still hate you.

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The Second Law of the Fanny

…. OK, so the Theory of the Fanny is officially renamed: The First Law of the Fanny. This entry advertises the Second Law of the Fanny. In brief, the Second Law of the Fanny says: Don’t let Pravin (Parline) and Mustafa hide together in the parking lot because they are idiots and Fanny will be able to find them. More about this later.

On a side note:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FANNY!.... remember Michael Vartan Rocks!
I wanted us to get you a Michael Vartan cake, and I swore that I would not hyperventilate but no one listened to me :S They all suck :S

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Vartanification: My blue cake day.

This entry has been way over due. Pardon me.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa MICHAEL VARTAN ROCS!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Ok… enough of the screaming. Following up the BLUE DAY… comes the BLUE CAKE DAY AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… Michael Vartan!

Right, I am not making sense… so here is the thing. Last Wednesday, 12 April, was Global Day. All of us… you know the BLUE gang I was talking about in the previous post… we were dressed up in out ethnic dresses. There were saris, shalwar kameses… turquoise ...grey and pink (Fanny really, the Christmas trees would have worked fine!) ones…every one looked great.

For me, Global Day started off horribly. I was on the verge of tears. It was that bad. I was in an awful mood. My head was throbbing. I could bite off anyone’s head by if they just looked at me. The reason for me being pissed off (pardon my French) isn’t important enough to be illustrated. Anyhow, my day picked up at an exponential rate though, at the end. Ooo, there was this part where I meet my professor Abdul Khaliq (awwwwwwwwwwwww shooo sweet) and asked him to accompany me to this huge inflated slide that was there for kids… but how I did that… well… I will leave that for another day… there will be a whole post dedicated to this man… in front of whom I have made a complete fool of my self. I really wouldn’t blame him if he thought I was retarded.

Back to my BLUE cake day: anyhow, after the show… the blue gang went to the Deli, to stuff their faces… after all, Bajaj was there with them. However, Mafaz escorted me while I was hunting down my sister who never picks up her phone (ARGH irritating). So, by the time both of us reached the Deli, every one was seated… Kazim, Zainab, Kamran, Noha, Huffy, Parline.. (see I didn’t forget you).. and the rest. As I was walking toward them… I was like… “Hey, What’s up?” but every one was staring at me. I got really scared when I saw Bajaj smiling at me… I was like… this guy never smiles at me… he always has this “Oh it is her again” expression. So I walk over there, and they tell me to open a box, which I do. And I saw Michael Vartan waiting for me.... I mean the cake....Check the pic below :)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa I got a Blue Michael Vartan Cake… AAAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAa…

Yes, I have heard my expressions were priceless. Very composed. There was no jumping… no screeching… no waving hands like a mad women. :-) Honest *crosses fingers behind back* ... more pics.... The Opening of The Box :-)

The Box is Opened ....

AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa:OSome waving hands....

Some covering faces....

some more covering....

they made me do this....

so then I took his face in a box ( this sounds so weird)... I didnt let any one cut it :)
So I go home, show my mom the cake… tell her not to cut it… leave the room for five minutes… and I see my mom has gorged out Michael Vartan’s eye.. and is eating it… *sniff sniff*.. Parents are like kids… u tell them not to do it… they will go a head and do it anyway…:-S

Moral of the story: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Michael Vartan Rox. He is the best… and so was the amazing cake.. AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa.. Thanks You Guys!... you all.. *sniff sniff*… I am lost for words. Thank you.

there are more picture of me and the cake and… some people who I don’t know (hehehehe). meet me later for them :). Enjoy.

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The BLUE day

As you all might have read from The Munchkin’s Blog, April 5th was named the BLUE DAY :-) but before I get into that I want to thank EVERY ONE for the beautiful presents and thoughtful wishes

Yesterday was my birthday. Nothing much was done, since I had to study for a Fundamentals of Engineering Exam ( a comprehensive exam comprising of everything we have and have not learnt over the four years of university), nevertheless my day remained special thanks to my friends and sissies.

Alia K. messaged me, at 11:00pm on April 4th, wishing me a happy birthday, then she messaged me again saying that she was having the message ready for midnight and mistakenly sent it… awww..

Ali and Shiraz… the couple, who are nothing but good friends, (wub u Shiraz :-)) called me (in that sequence). My Galpal reconfirmed whether it was my birthday first then wished me while my Poodle forgot why he called.
But to be fair with him, he gave me company until my buss arrived.

Ommitting the fact that my bus was late, that I had to stop rubbing my left I after I realized I had put Kohl and I didn’t have a mirror to see whether I had a black eye, my time at university was pretty cool. Reka, a classmate, huggie buggied me (and gifted me), she had a huge smile on a face :-) the Looney Bin… Hem, Fan, Nosh, Mafaz, Keet, Masif, Rana, Shibn, Rizvi, Kazim my sissies and Bajaj… ALL WORE BLUE... for me :$ (thus naming April 5th the BLUE DAY, OFFICIALLY). To my surprise, my professors like Abdul Khaliq (awww shooo shweet!), Nashash and Qadoomi , and I bet Assaf also… all wore blue!!!!

I had lunch with the blue gang :-) but then I had to catch an early bus home to study for a freakin’exam…)(#)*(#*(#$(*($#*%^#(@#), my day then on was boring.

Still, yesterday was made special by special people. I thought it would suck, like my other birthdays and I would wind off depressed. But, NO, it was quite the opposite

I got a blue surprise!!!!!!!!

I got thoughtful greetings…. Thank you EVERYONE + Ahmed :-)

I got heart warming phone calls.. Thank you Ali, Shiraz, Warri, Manasa, Alia

I got sweet messages….. some were a surprsise.. like from a classmate Bilal.

I got touching mails from friends…Thank you Mahwish and Kunal

I got hilarious cards… Thank you Mafaz, Alia (Hoops and Yoyo roc!), Hem (I am seriously thinking of printing out that bunny dressing thngee), Kunal and my cousins, my sissies (Micheal Vartan does NOT look like a frog!)

I got wall scribblings… Thank you Mahrosh, Hem, Ali ahem I mean Galpal, Samreen, Sanam, Keet, Kunal, Fatima (Tamtum)

I got amazing gifts….. perfumes, the perfect pair of earrings, a blue bracelet, a black hand thigneee (Hem I don’t know what to call it.. but it looks soooo funky!), a beautiful scarf… and so much more…. Thank you Thank you Thank you

I wub u all! Thank You for making my day so special.

HINT: I love the colour BLUE

Spread the Blue :-)