You know...

You know that you are living in a Looney bin when such things happen.

Situation: My mom and me are in her room, alone. She is on the bed. I am messing with my antique fone, which I am surprised is still working.

Mom: Hebu, Tara (my mom calls me that) come here.
Me: *walk to my mom… still messing with my fone… stand at her bedside*
Mom: What are you doing?
Me: Nothing much, messaging a friend. *I stop messing with my fone and look at her*
Mom: *stares at me*
Me: *stares at my mom*
Mom: *stares back at me*
Me: *stares back at my mom*
Mom: *stares back at me*
Me: *stares back at my mom*
Mom: *stares back at me*
Me: *stares back at my mom*
Mom: What do you want?
Me: Nothing, you called me
Mom: *thinks* Oh, I wanted to call Amu (my other sister)

*sigh*


Ok, we my sister taught my mom how to email and stuff… so she is now, constantly on the PC… checking her mails… even though she has already checked them… anyhow, that’s a different story.

I was sitting in the same room… and she turns around an says:
Mom: “*worried tone*… I think they have locked our internet! We paid the bill... but still they stopped out internet !!
Me: what? Locked?
Mom: *panicking* yea see… at the bottom of the page there is a lock sign!!!

And then…

Mom: *furious* This internet is not working… my page is showing an error.
Me: ok, just close the browser and open a new one.
Mom: *closes browser*
Me: *get back to doing what I was doing… ironically… I was blogging this post*
Mom: *cursing* it is not working! *furiously clicking on the icon in the taskbar*
Me: *looking at what she is doing* Maaa… you are pressing the wrong icon! That is the show desktop icon!

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Song of the Moment...Always by Saliva

Always.... by Saliva

I hear... a voice say "Don't be so blind"...

it's telling me all these things...

that you would probably hide...

am I... your one and only desire...

am I the reason you breath...

or am I the reason you cry...

Always... always... always... always... always... always...

I just can't live without you...

Ilove you...

I hate you...

I can't get around you...

I breathe you...

I taste you...

I can't live without you...

I just can't take anymore...

this life of solitude...

I guess that i'm out the door...

and now i'm done with you...

I feel... like you don't want me around...

I guess i'll pack all my things...

I guess i'll see you around...

It's all... been bottled up until now...

as I walk out your door...

all I can hear is the sound...

Always... always... always... always... always... always...

I just can't live without you...

I love you...

I hate you...

I can't get around you...

I breathe you...

I taste you...

I can't live without you...

I just can't take anymore...

this life of solitude...

I guess that i'm out the door...

and now i'm done with you...

I love you...

I hate you...

I can't live without you...

I left my head around your heart...

Why would you tear my world apart...

Always... always... always... always...

I see... the blood all over your hands...

does it make you feel... more like a man...

was it all... just a part of your plan...

this pistol's shakin' in my hands...

and all I hear is the sound...

I love you...

I hate you...

I can't live without you...

I breathe you...

I taste you...

I can't live without you...

I just can't take anymore...

this life of solitude...

I guess that i'm out the door...

and now i'm done with you...

I love you...

I hate you...

I can't live without you...

I love you...

I hate you...

I can't live without you...

I just can't take anymore...

this life of solitude...

I pick myself off the floor...

and now i'm done with you...

Always...Always... Always...

You see right through. I am invisible.

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Why trial rooms should be discontinued.

1- There is no ventilation (exhausts) in the room… so if you happen to enter the room after the previous inhabitant has farted… May God help you

2- They are too small. So small that even if you fall, you will never hit the ground. You will just bang your head against the wall and be in at a 30 degree inclination… if you are lucky.

3- God Forbid you are trying a shirt that happens to be of a smaller size (you know, error in judgment) and you get stuck in it half way, you can’t leave the mini prison. You get stranded in the room, half naked wanting to hit yourself only if you could free your head from the shirt that is stuck at your chest and your arms that are hitting the damn walls as you wiggle yourself out. Bad experience… trust me, I say this from personal experience.

4- The mirrors that are placed in the room, are them circus mirrors. They make you look thinner than normal. When you go back home, and wear the clothes again. You start believing that it is physically possible to gain 5 pounds by just sitting in a car for 40 minutes. It took me a while to figure this one out.

5- The walls of the room are way too thin… so if you are stuck with a neighbor that talks to themselves… and if you are PMSing… you would wish that the government allowed possession of fire arms.

6- Speaking of thin walls, realize that if you are trying to get out of that size smaller shirt or pant… the next door neighbor will be hearing your curses, morns and ‘aows’… that is fun ONLY if you are the next door neighbor.

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Short Life

Inalillahi Wa Inaelahi Rajaoon.

We pass by each other, we say a hi… or we don’t, it depends on our mood. We have arguments and fights with people… we have misunderstandings with others and walk away… not ever turning back. We take every one else for granted and so we let our prides come in the way and misbehave with others. Little do we know that everything can stop and any given time. A millisecond is enough to change your life… it is enough for you to realize that life is short… short but fast, so fast that you are left flabbergasted with the vacuum that slaps you across your face when a life comes to an end.

This post is dedicated to Waheeda. I didn’t know you well but your death was enough for me to realize the reality that you have left behind. May Allah forgive all your sins and grant you paradise. As I write this post, I grieve with your family, for there loss and I cannot help but realize how heavy my heart feels just thinking about you. Inalillahi Wa Inaelahi Rajaoon.

I met my university friends after a year at a funeral. It took the death of one of us to meet each other. That is sad. We are here for a short time, I know I haven’t been the best at keeping in touch but I will try my best to do so. I hope you all forgive me for any short comings. Life to too short to brood over misunderstandings and what not, lets all move past that and remain united. This message is for every one I know, and I say this from the bottom of my heart.

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