Architects!!!!

Over the past few days I have been getting up early… becoming the house personal maid and cleaning up the mess that is left by the members of my family… this ranges from cleaning the wardrobes, closets, and stuff like that… so far I am still at the wardrobe stage. It is not because I am slow or anything, it is because my house is in a freaking mess :S

There are stacks of empty boxes when we thought we were going to shift 4 months ago, there are stacks of boxes of stuff that belong to my sisters friends (I have no idea why they are here) and of course, there is the stuff of my sister, her self… the elder one, who is an architecture student, yeah she thinks it is completely normal to have rolls of paper, blades, paint, museum board, chip board, etc… lying around. Why? Because, she is an architecture student… as simple as that.

Eck… Architects… arrogant spoilt brats. Using the “I am an Architecture student” excuse, she dodged paying the university semester fees, getting any books from the library. She got free food, and… was allowed to dump all her clothes… not in her wardrobe… but on the upper bunk bed… my bunk bed… now I have to sleep in my mom’s room cause there is no place for me in my own room… Architects!!!

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Post Graduation Cleaning

Oh man… work never ends. I feel relieved that I am done with my Bachelors, but the work at home seems never ending. I have alot of cleaning up and re-arranging to do. Now, my friends think I am a neat freak, but I beg to differ. I consider myself organized. Let me explain my future plans for my wardrobe.

Currently, the clothes are segregated. Pants, skirts, evening/ party ware, shirts. The latter are color coded. Guess which color most of my shirts are?!?! (HINT: I LOVE BLUE). I also have alot of beige (… man... my mom… I don’t know why but she is attracted to beige… she likes purple…but I think this is some Tanzanian thingee… going on here... even my aunt… she always gifts me beige clothes) anyhow… now, I have decided to take it to the next level :-). I will be separating my casuals from my formals and then color coding them … like think I will not be under dressed for work. OK, I don’t know what color coding has to do with not being tardy, but I am sure there is a relation. Now, see… this is being organized.

Currently I am in a project that requires me to sort through my jewelry and arrange them. This is a though project, any helpers? Oh… likely candidates should know that there is color coding involved here. :-)

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Engineer Tassy :-)

AAAAAAAaaaaaa…. I am a graduate!... unofficially, my graduation ceremony is yet to come :-) anyhow.. this post was supposed to have posted like last week… but I had stuff to attend to… you see… graduate stuff :-)

I have matriculated from four horrible years of intense mental (and physical) training to become a (hopefully successful :-)) Electrical Engineer. See that is Keet and I... do some serious engineering related ... stuff.

I think I still have a bit of my sanity left in me… and this could not have been possible with out my support group. I dedicate this post to all my friends, who helped me out through tough times, laughed with me in happier times and well most importantly who kept up with my foul moods and tantrums. Wub you people!

And now for some personal messages…alphabetically…

Ahmed: Damn it!... why does your name start with an “A”…:-)? Hehehe… thank you for keeping me up in philosophy and project management and for keeping me uptodate with news of my Favorite Mechanical Engineering Guy. See you at the graduation ceremony!

Ali: You suck… Hate you :-)

Alia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *HUG*, man…you are my crazy twin… except that I don’t have your nose :-) Thanks for the MnM treats :-) and for the frequent wonks on my head. *scratched head*

Bajaj: contrary to what you think, I don’t hate you :-). Thank you for being you, your perfectly timed messages and calls, for checking up on me and making sure I didn’t bust anyone’s brains out. Thank you for your big fat head that blocked my view in Medical class,

and well.. your hairy legs :-) I have a foot fetish :-)


Ciby: Thank you for being the Medical Project Dummy and for having them gay tattoos on. I swear I laughed so hard that day that my tummy ached!.. thank you for making me laugh

Farnaz: AAAA..Short Stuff! Thanks for helping me out in Medical, being a good sport when I made fun of you every time… and for talking like you haven’t seen me in ages :-)

Hem: Hemmmeeee… man you are a lousy grader :-)… Thanks for your company in the bus, for your talks, your advice. Most importantly, thank you for not being able to walk straight :-) (more about this later :-))

Keet!: KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!.. you hate me :S… man shave the French beard :-)…. Oh yeah… back to the messages :-) … thank you for being crazier than me! and the fudge and for all your crazy support. Thank you for not killing me after I waxed your arm abit, it was a stress reliever. For letting me draw on you :-)

Mafaz: Thank you for carrying my laptop... I mean Hamster the Third, although I wish you would have carried my purse too, thank you for having them amazing ears that go red every time you are complemented :-).

Thank you for your shadow :-)

Masif: Thanks for the ride home. For being supportive, for sleeping on the library table and getting those red marks on your forehead :-)

Nosh: Thank you for the fleshy hugs :-) Yes, Nosh, hugging Hem and Fuuf is like hugging yourself and no Nosh, you are not fat :-) Thank you for being naïve :-)

Pravin: Thank you for not sitting on me for calling you Parline. Your post on Keet… amazing stuff bro!

Rana: Ditcher!!!!!!!!... the talks, advice, being dheet, your bouncy head :-) thank you for all of that :-)

Rizvi: Your cheeks are to die for :-)… thank you of having me smile every time I see them :-)

Shiraz: Last, and the lest :-) (wub you)… my bro… thanks for understanding the reasons for the short chats, and for lifting up my sprits every time. You suck too, but I wub you :-) *HUG*

If I have forgotten some one, forgive me, my four years of manual labor has had a negative impact on my memory… be assured you are not forgotten, you are still there in the vast emptiness that is my brain.

Adieu!

PS: Michael Vartan Rocs!

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