Romancing the Stone

Used to watch this movie with Mari when we were kids and never got sick of it. Its been on TV all this week, and I still am not sick of it. I love this movie. One of my all-time favorites. I want to have an adventure like Joan Wilder who finds her Jack.

Tried

"This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
--Eat Pray Love--

Shawn

Happpppy Burrrrrrrrthdayyy tooo youuuuuuuuuu
Happppy Burrrrrthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu
Happpppy Burrrrrrrrrrthdayyyy dear Shawn, the best brother in the wurrrrrrld
Happpppy Burrrrrrrrrthdayyyyyyyyy toooo youuuuuu

"Okay, so I just saw an Ashwariya Rai movie with granny and alice tonight...forgot the name. But I have come to the conclusion that she is a horrible actress...and all she does is cry throughout every movie shes in.

I mean honestly, when the director gives her the script...it goes like this:

Scene 1: CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY WALK OVER HERE AND LOOK PRETTY ...CRY CRY CRY

Scene 2: Act happy for two seconds and then CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY...walk over to point B and look into the camera to act as though you're pretty...and then proceed to CRY CRY CRY CRY CRY

Scene 3: Look once more into the camera because most naive indian/pakistani people think you poop rainbows and burp Gucci perfume...and then continue doing what you do best! ...yes you got it Ms. Rai ....CRY CRY CRY CRY BAWWWWWWWWW CRY CRY CRY TEARFUL EYES, RED EYES.

Seriously."

--Shawn--

Lunch

I asked my Mom to mail me a copy of paperwork I needed. It arrived today and the envelope contained what I needed with a HORRIBLE picture of me when I was a sophomore in HS. I was horrified to see it...but that's not the point.

My favorite part of the envelope?

Money for lunch with a not that said, "Money for lunch. Love, Ma"

I love getting mail from my mother, only for that reason. I'm more excited about finding that 10 or 20 dollar bill with her note than what she mailed me.

I love my mother. She's the best mother on this planet.

A Rack! (And I'm not talking about the country)

Josh: OH MY GAWD..your boobs look AMAZING!
Me: Why thank you darling. Isn't warmer weather great? I love it. I can't wait to wear skirts and tank tops and look like a girl again!
Me: *sings* BOOOOOBS GLORIOUS BOOOOOBS FABULOUS BOOOOOOBS!
Josh: Speaking of boobs...I really miss Yoomie.

Quote of the Night

"I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was about a sandwich."
--27 Dresses--

Touche!

Who wants a man when you can have men?"
--Lindsey--

Your Laughter

Take breath away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

--Pablo Neruda--

Random Phone Call of the Day

Me: What's up!
Madiha: So Zach and I were discussing, and we have come to the conclusion that you have never cooked for us.
Me: Is that what you called to tell me?
Madiha: Yes.

A Poem

Love...
How I spit on that word... *spits*
Love shove. Romance shomance.
No such thing.
Its all bullshit.
Go to hell love.
I hate that word.
I hate you, Love.
I hate you.

My Funny Valentine

*Gasp!* Of COURSE I'll be your valentine! We'll definitely have to set aside this joyous day of celebrating love so we can get together and beat the shit out of one another...in Tekken of course. --Tom--

Me: Tom is my valentine! We're going to spend the day playing video games.
Mom: That's it?
Me: Uh...Mom, he's kind of repulsed by women. He would be my husband if it weren't for the fact that he's repulsed by me being a woman, he's my Gay Husband.
Mom: Oh how nice. 2008 will be a great year for you.

Me: If you were straight, I'd so do you.
Tom: Yeaaaaaaaaaa! I'm your GILF!

Tom: Since you're my Valentine, I'm going to blow you. *hands me a blow pop lollipop*

Me: You're going DOWN!
Tom: Psh! Bitch please!
Me: Who you callin' bitch, Bitch? You're MY bitch!
Tom: Well, THIS bitch's bitch is a bitch bitch-bitch who's gonna bitchin' kick this bitchin......bitch....................bitch.............aw damn!

Me: Um, why is my guy hopping on one foot?
Sasha: Huh?
Me: Oh my God! No seriously, look, I'm not touching any of the buttons and he's just hopping like a freakin tool!
Me: *laughing till I'm tearing up*
Tom: *laughing really hard*
Tom: Oh crap. I think I was laughing so hard I peed in my pants a little.

Hopeless Romantic?

Yes. I admit it. I am a closet hopeless romantic. I have done an excellent job of making myself out to be a cold-hearted-bitch. No, No. No need to make me feel better. I admit it. I have been nothing but a cold-hearted-blunt-bitch. But deep inside my cold-hearted-mountain-of-a-heart, lies soft warm magma which is waiting to burst out for the guy who will not suffer from A-D-D when it comes to me. Not someone who will find me interesting for a short amount of time, when its convenient to him, and then ignore me.

Oh, I wait...so patiently. I wait for the guy who will make me swoon. But meanwhile, as Valentine's Day approaches, I have the best Valentine a girl could ever ask for in the form of a gay husband named Tom...who is always there for me whenever I feel like I'm not good enough, and reminds me of all the wonderful qualities I possess, and how much he would love to be with me...that is, if he wasn't utterly revolted by women.

Point being...I am hopeful that one day I will feel each and every single nerve in my body tingle with joy and giddiness when I meet that guy...the one who will make me feel like I'm the most beautiful, intelligent and amazing woman he has ever met. The one who will tell me that he could never imagine his life without me. The one who won't walk away from me. The one who won't ignore me. The one who will thank his lucky stars everyday that I came in his life. The one who will bring me yellow roses because he knows how much I love them. The one who will make me feel as amazing as I want to feel whenever I hear this song.

The one where, I WILL be this song for him.

It's for him, I patiently wait...

Happy Birthday Mari!

Happy Burrrthdayyy tooo youuuu
Happy Burrrthdayyyyy toooo youuuuu
Happppppy Burrrrrthdayyyyyy Dearrrrr Maaarrrriiiiiiii

Happpppy Burrrrrthdayyyyy toooooo youuuuuu!

God Help Him On Our Wedding Day

Sabila: Oh Sash! One day we'll find the perfect guy ourselves, and he will be perfect and we both will call each other to share the good news that we're getting married. *sigh*
Me: Wanna know what I'm going to do on my wedding day?
Sabila: What?
Me: I'm going to make my entrance as the beautiful bride. I'll walk up to my husband-to-be and I'll smile at him and I'll give him a loving look...
Sabila: Uh huh...
Me: ...and then I'm gonna slap him so hard across the face that his head will spin and I'll ask: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY HOMING PIGEONS I HAD TO SEND TO FIND YOU? ITS ABOUT FREAKIN' TIME!
Sabila: *doubles over laughing*

Nachley

I love her! She is my favorite bollywood actress. Man! Can the woman dance! Aishwariya is a beginner compared to her! Oh, and the song is amazing also. Rubina and I are obsessed with this song right now. I'm obsessed with how AMAZING she looks after two kids and in her 40's.

Gotta Love Her!

Me: I have to go to an Asian American Journalist Association get together tonight, wanna come with me?
Her: Why are you a part of that...you're not Asian.
Me: Yes I am.
Her: You are?
Me: Uhhh babe...when I check that box, I put Asian...
Her: But you're...
Me: I'm from the Asian continent...Grandpa's Mongolian..Afghani...Pakistan..hellloooo.
Her: Ohhh yeaaaaaaaaa.

Song of the Day

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope

I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

--Fiona Apple--
"Paper Bag"

Weeeeeeee!

Rubina_is_back_in_DC_tonight!

Enough said.

Classic

KHANjitsu: a brand of martial arts incorporating household items like throw cushions and spatulas.
--sabila--