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*Jeopardy music playing*
Ok, I am back, again, after long silence I am back
*strikes pose*

Right so… I have shifted from H.S.E. to the Electrical Department. Yes, I know, you are shocked. You thought, I would only think of shifting and never do it. All of a sudden, one day, I was reading some ridiculously boring piece of crap and after 3 hours of staring at the same word, I thought… this is pointless. My three months have gone down the shit hole and I need to do something about my career that seems to be below stagnant. The rest is history :)

Let me dedicated this entry to the people who are like me… ham-fisted. I know where I get it from… my aunt. The other day when we went shopping she kept on knocking down the mannequins in the shop. I stood there thinking to my self… aaaaaaaaaaaa… we are family indeed. This is proof! :-)

My poodle Shiraz, had this conversation the other day:

me: u are a rotten little pig
ooo some one told me I am sarcastic! :)
cool huh!
hehe

Shiraz: lol
impressive

me: i should be a stand up comedian :) what say?

Shiraz: umm...no..
u need a lot more than sarcasm for that job
what u could be is one of those clowns in the

circus...you’re clumsy enough for it ;)

me: I am not clumsy!
although I know where I get it from :)
my aunt.

Shiraz: lol

me: i went shopping the other day, she kept on knocking them

mannequins down damn embarrassing.

Shiraz: well there u go
that’s what you’re going to be like when u grow up

me: hehe
sht up

Shiraz: then you’re little nieces will go around telling people

they’re clumsy ‘cos they got it from u :D

Anyhow, Shiraz is a rotten little pig, as I mention in my chat with him *informative look*

Right… here are three tips that I can pass along to you all.

One: Don’t ever… ever shower in a hurry, especially in the morning when you are all sleepy and your senses haven’t kicked in. Your frantic movements can end you getting your hair tangled in the wire thingee of the shower… *ouch* that hurts, trust me… experience.

Second: Don’t ever… ever… wash your hair in the morning when it is freaking cold outside. And if you end up being a stubborn brat and went ahead and did so, don’t ever… ever try to blow dry your hair in a hurry. You will end up looking like you just came out of a freak-ride and your hair will defy gravity. That is the first and last time I would have touched the hair dyer.

Third: In the washroom, the RED knob means HOT WATER and the BLUE knob means COLD WATER. DON’T EVER, EVER… turn on the red knob thinking the water will be ‘normal’ and leave you hand under the faucet while the water is running. You will end up burning your stupid self. Don’t do this especially when you are a guest in someone else’s house… your screams will be made fun off and you will be the butt of every ones jokes for the whole freaking day.

*serious look*

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Never Shop with Family

Ok, so don’t ever ever ever go out shopping with my mom and her sisters. I thought going out shopping with my mom would be embarrassing, but going out with my aunts was three times more thwarting!

Aunty 1 wanted to get some black cloth… which seems to have been out of production since the past 2 centuries since none of the shops had it in stock. Anyhow, I found my self walking around with a bunch of ladies in black talking really loudly, screaming out at each other from across the road. The fact that they all were speaking in Swahili made it even more traumatic for me because shop keepers would stand and gasp at what seemed to be 3 fair people in Abayas rampage across the streets of Rolla.

Not to mention each of my aunt would go to a different shop at the same time, and my mom would get lost in another shop, then I would be stranded on the pavement thinking who in the world I should follow! I took the safer option. None. It is better to look lost than to be in the shop, standing next to a woman, messing up the textile shop by throwing (literally) cloth rolls around.

We ended up going to Ajman, my aunty also wanted to get some embroidery work done. Near one of the shops, there was this goat, tied to a small pole. Aunty 2 kept on coming into the shop saying ‘baaa baaa’ (in a goats voice) and then saying in Swahili… ‘did you see Sheik Yousef?’ or saying ’Oh look, he looks really ugly’… ‘or ufff… it smells’ and then back to the ‘baaa baaa’

Oh God! Why! Why! Me?! Couldn’t my family be normal?

I left the house with 3 other women, carrying three purses… I came home with 4 purses on me, 5 shopping bags and 3 other women carrying nothing but their own body weight. Now, I know why my mom was adamant that I come along… and I thought she liked my company!

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Happy Birthday Baba!

Wub you! Yes, I know I trouble you a lot with all the make up putting and jewelry modeling I make you do… but in the end… you are my Barbie doll in fathers clothing :) wub you! *hug*

Dated: 26 Dec '06.

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Memories

I am a member of this group thingee called Facebook. One of my friends from work had this as a part of her record. I put it on mine too. The edited version is as follows:

"Leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember! Don't send a message, leave a comment on here”

I got the following comments from my friends. Feel free to live your memory of me here too.

Mustafa Fanaswala:
Hehe.. i guess I go first. First thing that comes to mind is you wriggling your rainbow colored glove like socks in Power Protection Class... and Dr. Abdul Khaliq walking in on you :D

The Hem:
Only one?! Woman, how am I supposed to pick just one? :) So I'm not.. I'll write down as many as I feel like writing. Yes I am. Yes I am. Shush.

a) Summer last year... when we were walking to campus and I kept bumping into you and you thought I was doing it on purpose.

b) The ice-rink fiasco day... when you and Rana kept poking me in the car! EVIL CHILD!

c) Er, you and your psych presentation. "Syphillis." :P

d) The last time you came to uni... when we got off the bus and saw the PINK CAR! BUAHAHAHA! Seriously, it was just your luck. :P

e) You and me having breakfast in the Deli and just talking. Senti fools, we be. :)

f) Global day this year: Your reaction to your Michael Vartan cake. I think I'm going to have to get a hearing aid a little earlier than expected because of you ;)

g) At Caesar's Palace: the Philipino lady singing to you... taking pics with you outside. h) All the poking, the wub and the huggiesi) You trying to get Mafaz to wear my shawl... and succeeding!

Miss you.

Manasa:
xactly BUnny hw m i supposed to pik only 1 :) all the study times wth differential n linear n hogging sessions wth curds n biscuit sticks ;) heheheheI LUV UMISS U :) (K)

Pravin aka Parline:
The socks... always the socks.. and the fact that you pointed them out to me just because i didn't notice... oh oh oh! and psych 102... don't remember what exactly, but it was amusing looking at you in class... you were always up to something... oh wait... was that you or farnaz? now i'm confused... so much for memories eh? now that it has been establihed that my memory sucks, I shall be on my way

Noha:
Lets see....there was the psy 102 presentation....where kept saying the wrong word...and then there was the time you got late for the bus...and had to run to catch it....oh that was fun!! (for me at least...muhahaha)I think i should stop here....for some reason all the memories i think of seem to have u in an embarrassing situationTake care!:-p

Rana:
The first time I met you:Farnaz and I were sitting in the student center in front of Burger King. You and I didn't know each other up until that point. Farnaz called you "Tun Tun" (the Fat Indian Actress), and when I asked in amazement who she was referring to, you responded by saying (all the while pointing your fist at me):"If you (referring to me) call me Tun Tun, I swear I will beat you up." I'm not sure if you threatened to sit on me as well :-S :-PAnd that is how we became friends :-D

Pooja:
I remember the time I met you in my first semester and Manasa introduced me to you, and I thought you were really cute and then this one day you tell me about your "Babe Plan" and your love for Michaell Vartan...that was really cute:)

Ghalib:
Hmmm, I guess the first thing that comes to my mind is seeing you with Usman and Shadir working on your design project next to the mechatronics lab. It was late that night and the guys had slept in the car the day before. And still I thought you were keeping it together pretty well considering it was almost presentation time. (if it makes you feel any better me and Ammar were in the same situation that day)

Kazim:
First time we met and I guessed correctly that U were from Tanzania and U jumped!! screaming how did I figure it out!Can't recall ... It was Jarah's class MCE 224 which dropped :-P later on!

Bilal:
hey, i remember you trying to get me to loose my habbit of fiddling with my beard! you'd slap my hand and stop me... you had my hand all bruised!!

Bajaj:
sigh.... u beat me up, :Pi only called u f*t!!! * running away* remember that?? :Pmiss ya girl,u rock

Palwasha:
hmmm.. my memory..here goes! I always thought I was the girl in high school with a horrible temper but I didnt know any better since tahseer had yet to show me some of her temper. I think it was 10th grade physics tution at mrs ramas place and she had given us a set of past exams to do for that session. With no teacher breathing down my neck I obviously was in nooo mood of studying and kept cracking up and disturbing the hell out of tahseer who reallly wanted to prepare for the finals. My memory of this incident is a kinda dusty.. but yea.. I kept doing something along with nida and marjan .. that really pushed tahseer to her limits and within 15 mins of the tution session she picks a few exam papers and declares she is going home to get it done..leaving me feeling bad , shocked but at the same time not being able to control my giggles.. heheh.. I still cant believe till this date that she actualllly left :(..

Tanisha:
aaahhhh memoryyyy....hmmm meetin u in the bus(which was RAREEEEEEEEEEEE, like a once in a blue moon thing) n discussin n comparin majors.,..... n me mockin ur stoopid engineering....n thn figuring out we hv a common friend...n later discovering we actually USED to play 2gether as kids!!! khekhekhekhe!! come bak 2 the bus tassy...oh sorry i 4got u graduated....i wuz still thinkin of u cooped up in those ugly AUS engineering bldgs...away frm civilisation..lol tcccccccc

Ali:
You kicked my leg (for the 31,424,112nd time), I gave you an earful and then you actually became scared of me (I still wonder how I managed that)

Zohair:
The look on ur face when we met in uni and i asked which school were you from... hehe cant believe i did that!! thankfully i didnt get kicked that day :D

Norin:
Hey Tahseer, hehe well i dont remember alot about school days, but will try to scrounge up for some good old memories. The first thing that came to my mind was what a superb athlete you were, and always worked damn hard. And how can i forget you making fun of my height, which almost everyone did. sheesh. Anyways, you have fun, i will think of some more interesting ones soon.

On a different note: Happy Birthday Warri!
WUb u!
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Happy birthday Ma!

I know I am not the best at showing you my feelings, but I love you. I know I have made your life a living hell with all my temper tantrums and mood swings and for that I am sorry. I would do anything for you. I hope you know that. I love you Ma! *warm birthday hug*

Happy Birthday Ma!

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A Year Later

A Year Later

In memory of:

Zahra A.G. Dawood.

R.I.P. 7- December- 2005

A year later,
nothing has changed.

Your loss: still felt.
Your presence: still missed.
Your memories: immortalized by the ones left behind.

A year later,
nothing is the same.

Your family: incomplete.
Your room: empty.
Your belongings: used not by their owner.

The void left by your absence,
greets us every day.
Reminding us about… you, your life, your absence.
Ending up tweaking… our ache, our pain, our yearning.

- Tassy Ali
25/ 11/ 2006

I love you.

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